Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry
It seems that it would be really annoying to think about the pitfalls of love the way that Victoria Christina Hesketh of Little Boots does - as such overpowering forces. It seems like it's the worst way to think about it, to consider all of the little looks and little touches, the endings and the beginnings, such monumental situations - things that could turn us into crumbs, into feeble, shattered human beings. Even with the staunch electro bent that she builds her songs around - that stiff dance-heavy propulsion that can, in an instant, makes us feel as if we were in the middle of a crowd, getting pushed happily into other people as we sweat out all the drinks we've been imbibing all through the evening - we're meant to feel that every emotion felt or stolen is an opportunity to turn it into more of a mountain than should be allowed to be. She treats love as most pop singers do, as a do-or-die situation that can swiftly make anyone susceptible to feeling that the rug has been pulled out from beneath them and that they are free-falling into an unforgiving stupor, some kind of muck that they might never get themselves back out of. It is the end of all good. Sure, she makes love sound like the opposite too - the thing that promotes dotting lower case I's with heart and feeling a heart get all fluttering and horny when that someone walks into the room or touches your lower back, or whatever - but it's when you equate the emotion with earthquakes and a full-body quivering that things get out-of-control. The great thing about feeling such highs and lows, regarding something that can be as petty as love (with attraction based on brassiere sizes or a good tan and cool hair), is that one can choose to shake those blues in another seemingly petty way: by dancing, just getting out there and dancing like a maniac. Hesketh, the pretty blonde from England, bases her songwriting around this simple action. She cleans house, eradicates all of the bitterness of a relationship or a soured night by dancing, through movement. It's the way to get through it and we're led to believe that on the other side of this danceathon, that there's a different women existing there, someone no longer hung up on the sad turns that her life just got done taking.