There’s a certain kind of girl out there who I thoroughly admire, and find way sexy, but wouldn’t ever dare make a move on, for the simple, sensible reason that she’d destroy me. She’s too assertive, too strong, too confident, too experienced, and I would be a rabbit in her predatorial headlights, a fly to swot aside. Previous musicians to have filled this supercrush role include Lush and Shirley Manson, and now here are some more: PRIS, a loud and louche quartet of London chicks who produce, in their own words, “hormonal gutter pop post-punk”. I’d point out the grammatical mistakes in that, but I know I’ll get a slap.
(I happen to know that ‘the better you look, the more you see’ is a line from Bret Easton Ellis’ fantastic Glamorama, a self-motif Victor mutters to himself with increasingly less assertion.)
