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"The poet laureate of glamorous wastrels" - CLASH magazine. "The UK's 21st century answer to Patti Smith" - Tom Robinson. Bristol's acid-tongued empress of the tart one-liner Emily Breeze releases her new album "Rats In Paradise" - a joy-ridden masterpiece of, danceable, laugh-out-loud synth-pop pathos, sparkling with brittle witticisms. Emily Breeze is one of the UK's leading underground/cult artists. Known for her distinct brand of pop noir which combines a punk attitude, powerful performance and a dark sense of humor. She saw National recognition in 2022 when singles "Confessions Of An Ageing Party Girl" and "Ordinary Life" were championed by BBC Radio 6 which resulted in being playlisted, support slots for James and Sleaford Mods, a performance on Radio 4's Loose Ends with Cive Anderson and a remix from Daddy G (Massive Attack). Lead single 'Fun' - already a staple on BBC Radio 6 Music - - sets the tone magnificently. Over a stonking sweaty groove our nihilistic heroine mocks her own tendency to always put pleasure before business. 'Dating A Model' marries a gorgeous melody with a savagely funny pen-portrait of an idealised partner, served with a side of weapons-grade sass and supporting cast of jealous lovers and cocaine communists. "Vulgar as leopard print / cheap as confetti"' is just one stand-out line among dozens on 'Forever Money', a wistful slow-burner referencing everything from Sinatra to cheap corner-shop wine and Only Fools And Horses. "I had also wanted to shoehorn Del Boy from Only Fools and Horses' immortal line 'This time next year, we'll be millionaires' into a song for a while, so that made it into the chorus," explains Emily. "I was thinking about FairyTale of New York, with those characters who have that sort of tragic delusional hope that I find so romantic and relatable." As ever, Emily Breeze is at her brilliant best balancing the prosaic life of a party girl with high-minded allusions to the great cosmic dance. "The ideal listening situation for Rats in Paradise could be when you have just bet and lost your house and car and kids on a horse and you are lighting up a Hamlet Cigar thinking ahhhhhh fuck it, never mind. A world in which deadbeats, dreamers and beautiful losers are dancing through the night to a soundtrack of prom night synth pop, obnoxious rock and gothic disco. Whip-smart, vituperative pop from the 'poet laureate of glamorous wastrels'
