Cornershop - Judy Sucks A Lemon For Breakfast
7 years! That’s a long time in anyone’s book. Well, maybe not for Axl Rose but for everyone else in the music industry it's a fair chunk of time. I mean God created the Earth in 7 days and Craig David got jiggy with a lady in the same time frame. In fact if my memory serves me correctly he was in the sack by Wednesday... So imagine what you could achieve in 365 times that (I’ve not worked leap years into this calculation, so apologies to you maths fans out there!)
I’ve still got my early Cornershop 7 inches when the NME were championing them under the Riot Grrrl banner. They were a fantastic band back then with tracks like 'England’s Dreaming' and 'Summer Fun In A Beat Up Datsun', but who could have seen the trajectory their career would take with a change to a dance direction - leading to a number one single in 1997? Not me for one. I wonder if Huggy Bear had gone all UK Garage on us they would still be around today?
Judy Sucks A Lemon For Breakfast is the follow up to 2002’s Handcream for a Generation, an album which didn’t really set the world on fire. But it’s often difficult for bands following up a defining single so we'll let that one slide. So with all that water under the bridge have they turned the tables for this album? Unfortunately, the answer is a resounding no.
It's going for a party vibe but instead of a party where people are swan diving from the roof into a swimming pool filled with tequila, it's a party for middle managers from a plastics company after the Q1 stockholder meeting in Daventry. At times it is a fairly funky little party, maybe some of lads are photocopying their arses but jacuzziing naked chicks in a hummer with blacked out windows and suspension that bounces up and down? Sadly not.
There are people out there doing this party vibe sound a lot better (Kennedy I’m looking at you here). Opener 'Who Fingered Rock n Roll' struts along, but lacks commitment. It’s okay but nothing special and after a few listens it gets quite tiresome. There’s a lot of filler too. 'Free Love' drips along without really knowing when to stop. The cover of Dylan’s 'Mighty Quinn' is fairly straight up with the band failing to make it their own. 'Chamchu' again makes its point in the first thirty seconds but continues on that same path until finally stopping three minutes later imparting nothing new.
The final track 'The Turned-On Truth' could be taken from Primal Scream’s Give Out But Don't Give Up, a 16-minute bluesy jam that is probably the best thing on the album. But it isn’t reason enough to rush out and buy it.
This is a record you can quite easily ignore and not feel you have missed out on anything.