GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!
Just received the Roches, complete with Time magazine coverage and a batch of press clippings that said they were the greatest thing since strawberry sandwiches. (Never tried strawberry sandwiches? You don’t know what you’re missing!)
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!
LETTER FROM BRITAIN
Penny Valentine
Just received the Roches, complete with Time magazine coverage and a batch of press clippings that said they were the greatest thing since strawberry sandwiches. (Never tried strawberry sandwiches? You don’t know what you’re missing!) A look at the Roches’ cover proves the ultimate deception. Three bright, able-bodied women looking as though they are sharing a good joke. I could put up with the “Freedom” feel (as personified by Cosmo), and the long hair in the wind, because there is the whiff of a Women’s Theatre Group about them and they look modem in a way that doesn’t quite owe anything to the media. I thought they were going to have something interesting to say. Instead, from the tradition (and it already is) that brought us Carly Simon and the McGarrigles, and lodged somewhere in the memories of Greenwich Village coffee houses, they sound as pure as a choral ensemble.