CC Martini - All The Way! (Album)
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At the risk of being stoned by detractors and purists, CC Martini embodies more of the ‘sex, drugs and rock n roll’ ethos than most so-called rock stars I have seen in the Aussie music scene. You talk the talk, but do you walk the walk? No? Well, don’t talk the talk then, savvy?
CC Martini is the tangelo-haired rap-rock vixen Australia is falling in love with as we speak. And with good reason; CC & Co’s debut rekkid is a scorcher. There aren’t many discs I chuck on while getting ready to go out- I usually opt for carefully planned and immaculate mixed CDs; it’s a serious business- but this, this has made the podium. It has miraculous influence over my usually lazy bones; I begin to dance, in an embarrassingly white way, but its sooo good.
CC is amazing to behold for many reasons; her tuff-nuts confidence, punchy delivery and lascivious moments are a welcome change from some of the more, how you say, piss-weak female artists in music today. Like they’ve all taken Pete Murray Pills and decided to be dull and morose. CC is ushering in a whole new breed of Aussie rock starlets: hallelujah!
Opener and current single Double Dutch is pure schoolgirl charm, plus a live favourite. It’s the sound of adolescence; young’uns having grown up and out and realized what exactly to do with their respective pants-parts, the cheeky sound of sexual misadventure and strut-yo-stuff self-assurance. Though I have a problem with its place on the CD, Champagne Taste follows up (having your first two singles, much loved though they may be, within the first 4 tracks of your full-length album is a slight gaffe that I can’t help but notice and nitpick due to my infernally anal nature) and bangs the shit out like no tomorrow. That catchy dun...dun, dun, dun....dun....dun, dun, dun....riff is tres magnifique. Totally glued-to-my-frontal-lobe catchy.
Thankful that dear CC and her cohorts weren’t spent after some amazing opening songs, I smiled and bounced to rockin’ pop-hop like Candy and Rack It Up, and swayed euphorically, like some credence-crammed Catholic to some of the slower jams like Recipe and Brutha’s Party. My only beef with the album was album finisher and uncharacteristically MOR love song Be The One. But, 12 out of 13 tracks is a pretty glowing finish, is it not? Every cloud...
Must also make special mention of the supporting artists who worked on this belissimo effort, namely CC co-pilot, the mint to CC’s chocolate; Miss Tiffany Kommedal. The two glide and slide together vocally so well, like a well-oiled rock machine. Also, Kent Morris, “guitar guru” for the band, punching out solid, tasty riffs here and there without being all “Look at me, I’m Kirk Hammet, could I be any more awesome???”
Fin.
