Early live review. Thankyou Chris Scott.
Thanks to Chris Scott.
Roger Holland gets hot ’n’ bothered
over new girlie wonders Talulah Gosh.
GOSH! They’re fast and loud and young and
precious and bright and brittle and the flavour
of the moment — they’re Talulah Gosh.
Extra pop-stock! The Legend! is won over by
Talulah Gosh, out of nowhere and heading up.
Simon Reynolds talks to Talulah Gosh about
true romance and iffy sexual politics.
Talulah Gosh started off with their cutie tongues in their
cutie cheeks. Only then, people began to take it seriously…
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“Probably from Cherwell.” Thankyou Chris Scott.
Roger Holland foams at the mouth over the
glorious pop of some kiddies from Oxfordshire.
Talulah Gosh are looking for a replacement for singer
Liz, aka Pebbles, who has left the band because of
the time-honoured “musical differences”.
Innocent jangly guitar bands now stalk the land as
‘shambling’ indie-pop gets snapped up by the big labels.
Take me to the first new look Talulah Gosh
gig. Take me to Oxford, make me smile.
The Cuties are dead—long live the
Butchies, says Jonathan Hero.
The importance of being Eithne! Holly Wood finds
the real rap with Talulah Gosh… There’s life after
cuteness, and don’t blow those bubbles bozo!
As the Goshies all cry “Farleys rusks, I can
handle them”, the message is still grow up.
A scan from the fanzine Sarah 4.
Thanks to Robert Myre and sellpackpost.
The sleevenotes from the 1996 anthology, and,
taken from imnotalwayssostupid.blogspot.com,
scans of the press kit (pages 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5).
A recent piece.
Another recent piece.