Don't get us wrong: PALMDALE is the funnest thing KAY HANLEY has done since LETTERS TO CLEO. We think of her, first and foremost, as a power-pop girl, and there have been times when we've enjoyed her hired-gun material more than her serious-solo stuff. Now that she's given up writing Hits for the Kids and decided to start writing Hits for herself, we're solidly back on the team. Kay in a ponytail and a Cheap Trick t-shirt, sticking up banks, shaking loose with a boy and a bratmobile in the California sun? This is what she was born to do. Love it. Looooooove it.
There is no way we're buying that your guitar player listens to Saxon. Sorry. We're sure he's owns the vinyl, he used to be in hardcore band, yadda yadda. (Post embarassing pics or he's soft.) If metal means that much to him, why isn't he repping Xasthur and growing a beard?
Also, did we really need the Avril schoolgirl skirt? Or the conspicuous text-messaging scene? We know: you're on Twitter. It's cool. We're following you. But you're not Leighton Meester or Ke$ha. You have substance! History! Two kids, for chrissake! Beware! Liz Phair! Etc.
That said: more like this, please.