Most who know me are familiar with the fact that I pretty much loathe teenagers. I hated teenagers when I was a teenager. They ruin movies, they swarm like locusts through shopping malls, they wear mind-boggling fashion combos like winter coats and short-shorts. I could really do without them and their pack mentality and their skinny legs and their tendency to make every statement sound like a question…right? Like, “I can’t believe I have to go to my mom’s stupid candle party…right?”
But in rock, as in love, life truths do not always apply. And when it comes to music, everything for me is flipped upside-down–I fall hard for teenagers, like hardcore. Teen Heroes, Teenage Fanclub, Imperial Teen. In tunes, “teen” rhymes with “Ween,” and Ween is incredible. So there you go. My logic for the day.
Ergo, it is of no surprise to me that I’ve been suckered by The Teenagers, a French indie-pop trio that is as plucky as a chicken while still preserving a semblence of pop sensibility.
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Thank u, jRu!
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