eMusic Review 0
Plenty of bands start out as extensions of pure fandom, but few artists wallow in fan culture the way pitch-imperfect Welsh smart aleck Helen Love does. Take, for instance, "Punk Boy 1": "Do you feel yourself sigh when he passes you by/ Or do you grow 100 feet tall/ Go bang-shang-a-lang/ Every time you see him?… If you don't, he's not a real punk boy." By the same token, if a song doesn't contain the chintziest Casio sounds, the tinniest drum machines and the cheesiest guitar imaginable — all shot through with the glee of a six-year-old sneaking a cookie past the babysitter — then it isn't a Helen Love song. Not to mention the many, many references to beloved bands, from "Formula One Racing Girls" ("I don't care about you/ I've got my Huggy Bear T-shirt on") to the self-explanatory "Summer Pop Radio," "Joey Ramoney" and "Rockaway Beach for Me Heartbreak Hotel for You."