THE BEAT GOES ON
NEW YORK—I had already dismissed Catholic Girls as well meaning but not very inspired musicians by the time my niece Hyam picked them as her pet band. Hyam is all of nine and has become something of a populist barometer to me—she loved Asia after one viewing of their video.
THE BEAT GOES ON
Sin, Guilt, Redemption, Etc.
NEW YORK—I had already dismissed Catholic Girls as well meaning but not very inspired musicians by the time my niece Hyam picked them as her pet band. Hyam is all of nine and has become something of a populist barometer to me—she loved Asia after one viewing of their video. So I gave her my copy of Catholic Girls’ first album and for the next few weeks couldn’t hide from the damn thing.
No, I didn’t grow to enjoy more than one-and-a-half tracks, but it wasn’t ah entire loss. I began to realize that at least part of my distaste was just plain snobbery. Catholic Girls go on stage dressed in private school uniforms, they sing cloyingly romantic songs about breaking-up with boyfriends to a quasi-modern rock-pop music, they frankly admit to going weeks without picking up a newspaper, their ideas are facile rather than forgivably innocent, and, for better or worse, implicitly conservative—which might have been alright three or four years ago, but is definably leaving the sinking ship with the rats in these recession rock hard times.