From assaults on the music industry ‘Curiousity Killed The Popstar’ and ‘Believe Your Own Hype, Always’ I expected anti-publicity, spiked-tongued Yanis-alikes, but none of Elle Milano pull perverse, pretentious stances. Adam Crisp (frontman) is charming and thankful I’m not another clueless blonde undergraduate who wants to get ahead in journalism (which is exactly what I am, but I didn’t blow my cover).
Elle Milano's headlining set at The Fly that night showcases their own intricate, triumphant brand of emo: scathing yet sentimental as opposed to quiet then loud but all the while pointless. The crowd is a bizarre mix of benignly interested regulars and a small clutch of dedicated groovers including one fey fan whose invented actions to the lyrics are burned on my retinas and his fag hag, whose shapes put half my pint on the floor. Elle Milano deserve better than this. Pay attention or the band themselves may be gone before you know it.