Bring me the head of Clare Grogan. Stuff it in a time capsule and transmigrate it through the entire history of psychedelic pop. As it travels all down the line please make sure it stops off sometime in 1979 just so that it may refuel on cryogenic liquid and also have time to douse its sweet larynx in the gasoline of some strident Siouxsie Sioux and quietly broken English Marianne. Reignite those after burners and then let the missile hurtle through time and space before coming back down to earth in December 2012. This remade and remodelled head can then be rightly impaled up on the very top of a brand new spanking body with the pure lifeblood of each and every retro indie guitar band from The Smiths to The Stone Roses pumping through its veins. Just for the sake of argument and so their manufactured beauty can be properly reflected why not call the product The Cellophane Flowers and then top it all off by packaging the end result of ten stonking songs as their debut album. The Cellophane Flowers may well have a plastic soul and artificial heart but with Staring At The World they still manage to breathe new fire, brimstone and life into what has often become a most tired and weary genre.
[Rating:4]
http://www.thecellophaneflowers.co.uk/
