Manda Rin - DNA - Singles - Reviews - Soundblab

Manda Rin - DNA

by Rich Morris Rating: Release Date:

So numerous are the acts doing the retro disco shtick these days, you can miss it when some smart bastard nails it in a way which makes everyone else look like clueless leg warmer wearing fools. And miss it we did, unfortunately, but it was right here, after pulling herself free from the wreckage of much-loved art-poppers Bis, that Rin delivered just such a zinger.

Speeding along on a greasy bassline, with candy floss synth melodies crisscrossing over scratchy guitar, this track recalls prime era Chic in more than just the music. While their peerless grooves were the toast of elitist disco superclubs like Studio 54, Chic's lyrics satirised the vacuity and elitism of the movement they spearheaded (principle Chic members Nile Rogers and Bernard Edwards had previously formed punk band Allah and the Knife Wielding Punks), sneaking references to drug addiction and slavery into hits 'La Freak' and 'Good Times'.

Similarly, once you lock onto Rin's vocals on 'DNA', you're greeted with these lyrics: "I make the same mistakes/ I work hard everyday/ it's in my DNA," Rin sings before pleading "Why won't you look over here/ you can't be bored of me," and concluding "I am my only friend".

Hardly 'let the good times roll', is it? Instead, we're dealing with a very ugly modern phenomenon, one which increasingly fills our Saturday night TV schedules and weekend newspaper supplements: the screwed-up headspace inhabited by fame hungry adolescents; girls and young women who are so convinced of their destiny, they view it as almost a fluke of biology - watching Beyoncé on TV and confusing healthy womanhood with an artificial presentation of superstardom which they will never, can never, attain. But then we've all been sold a Disneyfied idea of our personal manifest destiny, haven't we? So these girls just keep on trying harder, dieting harder, hating themselves more and more until they're locked up in a lonely little world with just their greedy, gnarring unfulfillment for company.

"It's a bitter pill to take," sighs Rin. But the truth is, she sings so sweetly you won't even feel it going down. Disco fabulous, then, with a side order of neurotic breakdown.

Richard Morris

Comments (0)

There are no comments posted here yet