ARTIST: The Ting Tings
TITLE: We Started Nothing
LABEL: Columbia
GENRE: Rock
BITRATE: 187kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 37m total
RELEASE DATE: 2008-05-19
RIP DATE: 2008-05-13
Track List
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1. Great DJ 3:23
2. That's Not My Name 5:12
3. Fruit Machine 2:54
4. Traffic Light 2:59
5. Shut Up and Let Me Go 2:52
6. Keep Your Head 3:23
7. Be The One 2:58
8. We Walk 4:05
9. Impacilla Carpisung 3:41
10. We Started Nothing 6:22
Release Notes:
By not making their minds up as to what sort of a band they want to present
themselves as, The Ting Tings come unstuck on their debut album by treading a
middle ground between dizzying toxic pop and dirty, scratchy indie. We Started
Nothing is a lot of gloss short of being a full-blown glitzy behemoth a la all
those Timbaland- and Pharrell-collaborating divas, and too clean to mix it up
with the likes of the similarly structured but infinitely sexier The Kills. ItÆs
a flat-sounding exercise in maximising a limited palette of inspiration,
fleshed-out in a way that finds its few highlights suffocated by banal
repetition and amateurish compositional ability.
Its reception on a critical level canÆt be aided by æThatÆs Not My NameÆ, an
appalling pre-LP single in the context of what else is on offer here,
essentially a five-minute intro to a much bigger song that never emerges. Better
is the only other standalone to date, æGreat DJÆ, a sweet and sour stroll
through the mundane weekend excesses of regional revellers a not-so-super club
short of ever having a night of their lives, which begins these ten tracks. When
vocalist Katie White keeps her lyrics playfully nonsensical thereÆs a definite
charm to her û the albumÆs opener is a neat enough example of this, nagging
ôah-ah-ahös burrowing the song into the listenerÆs skull. Less brilliant is when
sheÆs getting bitchy: ôShut Up And Let Me Goö (as heard on ads for iPods), among
this recordÆs better-arranged pieces as it presents a funk-infused guitar line
or two to the fore, suffers from WhiteÆs unconvincing tough-gal attitude.
Unlike the relationship between Crystal CastlesÆ Alice Glass and Ethan Kath,
where the female singer plays only a supporting role on the bandÆs
similarly-hyped debut record, White and comparable æguy at the backÆ Jules De
Martino share a relatively equal billing here, and both showcase strengths. De
Martino handles production duties decently, and although the final mix has been
tidied by stateside hired hand Dave Sardy youÆve got to show the backroom half
of The Ting Tings some respect for guiding this project through ætil (near
enough) completion himself; clearly itÆs something he very much believes in.
WhiteÆs an ever present across the ten songs, and while her contributions vary
in terms of effectiveness her appearances lend We Started Nothing necessary
cohesion. Her most-striking shrieks irk, but when she softens her sometimes
shrill tones down somewhat you get the impression thereÆs a pop princess inside
her super-trendy exterior desperate to be heard.
The pair come together vocally a handful of times on We Started Nothing, æBe The
OneÆ an endearingly simplistic indie-pop head-nodder in the vein of early-era
Cardigans; elsewhere, æWe WalkÆ is a lush ballad in hiding thatÆs too scared to
show its true spots for fear itÆll be laughed out of town by cool-as indie
types, its incessant cowbell effects eventually tiring the attention despite the
albumÆs most heartfelt vocal from White. æTraffic LightÆ is almost jazzy of
structure, and makes for an enjoyable diversion from the hammered-home
percussion evident on the majority of these songs.
But these glimpses of something unexpected are few and far between, much of We
Started Nothing tonally muddled into a weird new form of MOR: cool for five
minutes amongst the fashionable crowd but unlikely to reach audiences beyond
those fascinated with the hot and happening. ThereÆs not enough meat to these
bones to tempt fans of the biggest female pop stars around, and by seemingly
resisting the call to add a little excess to proceedings The Ting Tings have
accidentally constructed their own glass ceiling. How high is it, exactly? I
donÆt know, but theyÆre likely to strike it soon unless they raise their game on
a swift-turnaround second LP.