In August of 2010 Robbie Quine, erector of The Barbarellatones, reached a birthday of quite monumental fashion. One which, if you saw a recent picture of the handsome rogue, you'd think came with some kind of counting mistake, like at least a couple of decades got added when no-one was looking.

And, at times when listening to the new album from The Barbarellatones, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the guy had finally grown up; songs like 'Endless Journey', 'Methlab', 'Thick And Thin' and 'Song For Siddhartha' showcase an easy, laidback, almost movie soundtrack elegance that, while being hinted at on the band's albums over the past couple of years, has never been as prominent as right now. And then I remember that this album is called 'Confessions Of A Teenage Prostitute' and the opening track, 'She Mates, She Kills', talks of spiking drinks with anthrax and anti-freeze and of weenies being cut off and, thankfully, I realise that Robbie Quine will never really grow up, his Peter Pan-stick glistening in the breeze when he looks like a cock rock Barbara Cartland.

The album's title track is classic Barbarellatones and if you don't know what that is already then you really have been missing out. "I like fuzzed-out, sleazy psychedelic shit" states Quine in the CD booklet and that is as perfect a description of his band and this album as you could ever hope to find. 'Sperm Whale' proves this, with the amazing opening lyric of "I am thick and I have girth, I'm the spermiest thing on earth" and the twisted Sixties groove of 'Mommy's Gone Insane' only confirms it.

'Do The Tranny Trot!' is slapped around a fat, spaced-out riff while 'We're Breaking Up' is a sun-bleached, retro-tinged piece of pop beauty. Track thirteen 'Twiggy Starlust (From Glitter Beach)' is, luckily for some, prime Quine with a cheeky, tripped-out ode to the similarly named Bowie alter ego thrown in for no good reason other than it sounds pretty damn cool.

The album's fourteenth and final track 'Transvestobilly Boogie' ensures that you, if you take the plunge and invest in this album, will be chuckling all the way to the repeat button with its hilarious, frankly ridiculous and, therefore, utterly essential closing diatribe concerning the masturbatory antics of a trailer park cross dresser.

Barbarellatones albums come thick (though sadly without the ultimate girth of the sperm whale) and fast and if you choose to buy into the band's sound, ethos and humour then you will start a love affair with a band that rarely, if ever, disappoints. Could you love this creature? No better time to find out than now.

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