'Don't compare your face to the other faces. It's not worth it...'
I liked this record a lot. The debut album from Dublin native Orla Gartland Women on The Internet, a DIY statement that shakes its fist at the world defiantly about every subject you might possibly hope it will.
Immediate Pop songs that give reminders of Alanis, Billie, Lorde and others while carving out Gartland's own space. Insecurity, fear of love, the way that the internet can make women feel, the way that life can make you hurt. The moment that occurs sometimes when you just need to dance around your living room.
I really liked it mostly for its low fi charm and invention and the way it made familiar tropes seem fresh. In some ways coming across as an internet age Sinead, and that's not unjustified praise, Gartland has some voice when she really lets rip. A lot of these songs are so classy that they sound like hits to me though I confess I'm not sure how these things work these days.
An excellent exercise in the worth of exorcising chanelled rage, Women on The Internet does exactly what it aims to do. A statement of youtful expression and disquiet with wisdom beyond its years and not one that caves in to self pity, a finely realised album.
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