Liar, Flower

Geiger Counter ONE LITTLE INDIAN

What KatieJane did next.

You’ll remember KatieJane Garside. Although it’s been 28 years since she first exploded into our consciousness as vocalist with Daisy Chainsaw – a startling wide-eyed apparition, partially clad in skimpy rags, surfing on the crest of Love Your Money’s unforgettable hook – she’s hard to forget. Embraced by a mainstream in fresh thrall to Nirvana as reluctant riot grrl poster grrl, Garside split from Daisy Chainsaw as the alt. world lay at her feet. It seemed an insane decision at the time, but, post-Cobain, perhaps not.

While it’s easy to imagine Garside immured in selfimposed exile (a grunge era Miss Havisham), she’s been quietly flourishing. Following Queenadreena’s visceral frenzy, Ruby Throat embraced ever more diaphanous neo-folk. It appeared that Garside had found contentment and sated her scream. But Geiger Counter sees the return of KatieJane as lightning conductor.

Following a calm-before-thestorm opener, My Brain Is Lit Like An Airport unleashes a deluge of roaring post-Fall delirium. There’s a distinct aroma of Mark E Smith about proceedings as Chris Whittingham tumbles down surprising scales, and as moods swing from Broken Light delicacy to Even Through The Darkest Clouds stridency, all indications suggest that KatieJane’s time has come. Again. ■■■■■■■■■■