Daddy's Little Princess

magpie

Was anyone at the Daddy's Little Princess gig in Whelan's last night?

I thought it was superb, proper MC5/Stooges guitars, David Bowie style transvestite lead singer and loads of good tunes. Kind of like The Darkness, but not a joke...

jmc

You're right, they were great! Here's their mission statement...

DADDY’S LITTLE PRINCESS

“Better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.” – Andre Gide

Imagine a noise that is loud, promiscuous, heartbroken, hetero-erotic, homo-superior and gutter fabulous. Imagine the feral hiss of The Pistols, G ‘n’ R and The Stooges, the dark, decadent opulence of Auntie Ziggy and Uncle Lou, the tenderised melancholy of The Smiths, early Suede and The Buzzcocks. Imagine the band playing in your head when you wake up in your make up, still drunk, and you feel like dirt but you look fantastic.

Daddy’s Little Princess is that band. Ask them for some references and they’ll cite Roxy Music’s shoes, Rod Stewart’s hair, Jane’s Addiction’s trousers, The Who’s volume, John Lydon’s wit, Kate Moss’s eyes, Paul Simenon’s cheekbones and the tenderness of Marvin Gaye. If they were an actress they’d be Julie Christie directed by Peter Greenaway.

There’s singer Enda, whose phrasing veers between sluttish yelp and Bowie baritone. There’s Pete, the guitarist with the pinstripe jacket and cubist Faces shag cut. There’s Kieran, the other guitarist, the one who dresses like a pimp. Plays like one too. These two riff off each other like Ronson and Jones, and in their fancier moments try on some twin-lead Thin Lizzy. Then there’s Shaggy the bass player; he don’t say much. Drummer Dara don’t say much either, but even the dogs in the street know they can hold down a dirty groove.

Songs like ‘Dyna-Rod Man’ (“I fell in love with the man in the Dyna-Rod van / ’Cos I know he can deal with my . . . ****!”), ‘Liquid Love’ and ‘My Addiction’ are torrid triple-X home movies distinguished by catty asides and ostentatious slabs of noise. Other songs like ‘Darkest Day’ are mini-musicals that want to sleep with their fathers, murder their mothers and wander the city at night secretly longing to be held like babies.

Awww . . .

Daddy’s Little Princess’ coming-out prom happens at Whelan’s, Wexford Street on Saturday, September 20th.

magpie

OK, that press release just makes them sound like ****s... reminds me of an Ultra Montaines one were they cited Chris Stein's trousers as an influence.

They're not kidding about Who-style volume though, my ears were ringing for two days afterwards. A good band, but they need to get someone else to write their PR.

Oh, and I had to laugh at the bit about the second guitarist looking like a pimp. An old one at that, he's got to be 40 if he's a day. They should use some of Enda's panstick on his prune face!

Keep rocking ladies! today Whelans, tomorrow the Olympia...