‘I, Gemini’ is a perfect encapsulation of why it is I love music
Let’s Eat Grandma (great name +1) are two Norwich girls who…
I think I’m allowed to refer to them as such, they were only 16 and 17 years old when they released this album
No, honestly, and if they were in their 40s, or 30s, or even 20s they simply wouldn’t have been able to make an album as supernaturally beautiful as this
As they age, they’ll grow more cynical, grow less sincere and more sarcastic, they’ll lose the ability to transcend whatever influences they end up imbibing and nothing they release in the future will have anything close to the magic they managed to spawn here
The album manages to be experimental and expansive without ever feeling the slightest bit grandiose or affected. Its overwhelming lack of pretension is infectious, like the two women (yeah, you’re right, Ed: ‘girls’ sounds a little creepy) just decided to make the greatest and most gorgeous music without any recognition afforded to what would be considered ‘cool’ or rational
To the narrow minded, Let’s Eat Grandma might sound ridiculous: they are so different to the accepted tradition that you may on many occasions find yourself laughing out loud at two young girls singing about mushrooms like creepy ghosts in a cheap Steven King knock-off
Open your mind- and your ears- though, and you’ll realise that ‘I, Gemini’ is the best debut album since… erm… ANOHNI…???
Oh, and the scream at the end of Sleep Song is just bang up the elephant!!!
Are you fucking kidding me?
Length: 48 minutes.
OK, ladies, that’s how long the record had to be, it’s a piece of absolute perfection and I can’t penalise you