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some reviews from over the years:
Lovely Little Girls: These art-damaged locals don't seem too concerned with being the same band from one show to the next- this time singer Gregory Jacobsen, guitarist Alex Perkolup and drummer Eleanor Balson, who've been the core of the group for the past year, have corralled a trumpeter, a backup vocalist, a saxophonist and a bass player. Though there hasn't been a keyboard involved in ages, the band's queasily assaultive sound- think every bad drug experience you had freshman year packed into three minutes- is still reliably influenced by the Screamers. (Jacobsen considers hyperdramatic Screamers front man Tomata Du Plenty a role model.) Their shows are more like psychic warfare than entertainment- but what they're trying to get into your head is that even the most fucked-up music can be fun...
-Jessica Hopper, Chicago Reader 1/24/06
Gregory Jacobsen, aka Candy Shuntz, the ringleader of local act Lovely Little Girls, has been freaking out the few and the proud for some time, showing up to dance on Chic-a-Go-Go wearing a grotesque handmade mask or verbally assaulting listeners of WZRD's Frump! Strumpet! Strife! comedy and sound-collage show with outbursts about poo. Though he's taken part in other musical projects, like the Ritualistic School of Errors and White Sex & the Agenda, Lovely Little Girls is the first you might be inclined to call a "band." For their first show, held at the Butcher Shop space three months ago, Jacobsen actually played an instrument, a big ol' Casio keyboard--but he wasn't exactly untheatrical about it. His face was smeared with off-white paint, his hair contained in crooked pigtails, and he wore an all-spandex outfit consisting of turquoise leggings and a too-small sequined tunic. (Oh, and did I mention his dick was hanging out?) He squawked disgusting near nonsensical lyrics like "Her hips swayed curiously lopsided / Fingers plucking deeply split soiled steaks," occasionally getting right in someone's face to do it. Meanwhile the drummer--in a lobotomy-victim mask and a cardboard crown--blasted a childishly simple beat, and a guy in a wizard costume with a cardboard phallus for a nose moaned and played an equally sparse melody on synthesizer. Every so often another revolting character--a girl in a white satin dress who squirted fake blood from a device hidden between her legs, three monkeylike accordion players--would come onstage and dance spastically as well. Still, the presentation was less G.G. Allin than Henry Darger--twisted, but in a dreamy way. The numbingly repetitive music and intensely disturbing antics are constantly at odds; it'd be pointless for Lovely Little Girls to release a traditional recording, because that great tension so many rock bands strive for between instrumentalists here comes between the visual and the aural.
-Liz Armstrong, Chicago Reader
(review of 8/01 show at the Butcher Shop)
I was excited to see Lovely Little Girls again, and they blew away their last set, which had already been pretty great. They've added some horns, every move of the set seems extremely thought out in a very effective way, and they've gotten heavier, almost like METAL. Scatological and goofy and, yes, "gender-fucked," they somehow hit at a perfect balance between pretentious-as-hell art-faggotry and hilarious self-deprecation.
-blastitude.com
(review of 7/10/03 show at Fireside Bowl)
One of the best and ill-informed lunk-headed reviews of a show we played at Beat Kitchen. Found online:
Pretty (sic) Little Girls consist of a crazy man in tights wondering around jibber-jabbering, a girl dressed as an f-ed up vibrating fairy speaking russian, three guys wearing plastic bags on their heads and something that is akin to Tubbs from League of Gentlemen wearing a Slipknot-esque pigs face dressed like the girls from Client. A good stage show but the tunes were avant-sht.
Avant-Shit! Thank God! Lest someone think we're some shit joke party band!
Fuck your good times and your parties!
another one:
The Lovely Little Girls were horrifying--Susan and I agree--and may or may not be featured prominantly in upcoming nightmares. Call me squeamish, but scary goth rock is just, well, scary. And scary is not entertaining.
Goth Rock? It's amazing to me how people oversimplify and have shit for ears.
Sorry for, uh, not entertaining properly. I'm glad we may or may not be featured prominantly in your upcoming dime store nightmares...I'm sure it will be as captivating as your boring life! yaaaay!
7:40 AM
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