This song could easily have sprung from the fretboard of Marc Bolan. Ms. Voodoo shares his passion for theatrical, pretentious pop. The riffs are loud, rough and lush, the voice is husky and the lyrics (when you can hear them) are sparse and sharp – verbal barbs delivered in a bouquet of melody. It makes for heavenly listening. Thus, Voodoo is free to indulge her taste for tales from the dark side in which words like “tragic” are frequently used. Ms. Voodoo doesn’t forget that people listen to music primarily for enjoyment rather than catharsis. There are hints of The Cure, Garbage, The Whip and Depeche Mode. And it’s all joyously affecting. Ms. Voodoo will kiss you or kill you but she’ll never let you not listen to her.
