So. To get it out of the way as early on as possible, bloody hell but Sarandon
make awfully short music. Like, these seven songs are about the same length
as the first two tracks of The Sunshine Underground's latest single. Which
means what they're not is overblown, self indulgent, cumbersome, wearying or
overstaying of their welcome.

Not by default, however. It might be difficult to make short tracks that overstay
their welcome I'm pretty sure it'd be a cinch to make seven short tracks in a row
dull. I've listened to whole albums on intro play and wished for that two and a half
minutes of my life back. No, the songs on offer here whip by because only party
because of their brevity. Mostly, they made to seem extra short by the fact you
want them to stay. Songs like Kitten might seem too short at twice the length,
the spiky guitar offset by lashings of brass sparking out at you without sounding like a trivial sub-ska knockabout. Angela, at a similar minute and a half's length, manages to drape a layer of reminiscence and regret over the choppy fretwork, pin-sharp hi-hats and stabby drumming, lingering in the mind longer after it's done.

These songs could be fifty second or five minutes and you feel Sarandon would do them justice. They shuffle up their sound on each track and then flick through it like a deck of brand new cards, dealing out aces like Dance and Virginity on the way. Then, when they're done, you know you've been treated to a handful of caplets of extra strength creativity. Yep, you'll notice it because it's short but you'll remember it because it's blistering.

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Review by Aidienn Ellison