Thursday Electric sees the return of 2008 INDY Award winners Molloy, a Shoreditch-based quartet of dirty-minded yet pristinely gleaming lustbots for whom writing a song to either strut or shag to comes as easily as, well, strutting or shagging (i.e. pretty damn easy if this is anything to go by). Bleeps, spiky vocals and the mighty cowbell are very much the order of the day as compelling rhythms and seductive synths kick the skinny-jeaned arses of other modern electro types and the likes of The Ting Tings. With their trademark vintage green and orange outfits – a colour scheme that also extends to their distinctively branded touring van – it’s unlikely anyone will be forgetting their name and calling them Irene or Deidre or whatever.
The energy that Molloy pound into their songs blitzes that of their contemporaries, reaching almost carnival parade proportions during the EP’s title track – think Vince Noir followers bedecked in their finest neon platforms reflecting the brightest glitterball lighting and you’re along the right lines. Each track is a momentary pout in the face of the “spacesuit cliques” of the Shoreditch elite. Perhaps a snub, perhaps a celebratory camaraderie; regardless, you’ll probably be having too much of a good time to care one way or the other.
Providing an even catchier alternative to their very catchy previous single ‘Tracy’ and expanding on the rest of their 2007 debut full-length This Is Fucking Brilliant, the tracks that follow are equally as frenzied and forceful, and instantly addictive. ‘Gather Round Girls’ borrows the finest bits of disco anthem heaven, grinding up against the filthy futuristic lapdance of ‘Wrong Way’ before final track ‘The Healer’ gets down on its knees before the hook of Gary Numan’s ‘Cars’, worshipping for all it is worth, moving the body if not the mind and snogging the face off any nearby soul to within an inch of their lives. You get the idea, I hope, without getting any more graphic.
Overall, Molloy sound at their most triumphant. Confident, super-cool and admirably powerful, each glorious attention-seeking song is delivered from a podium on high in a way that says: there is no hidden message – this is what it’s all about. If album #2 can better this, I can’t wait to hear it. As a random aside, if they were a drink they would be Disaronno. In a word, yum.
[Silverstation; January 12, 2009]