LEDERHOSEN LUCIL - TALES FROM THE PANTRY

In my utopia, someone like Lederhosen Lucil wouldn’t have an alias. She would just be, and remain, Lederhosen Lucil. And since this is my review, in the section I’m in charge of, Lederhosen Lucil is Lederhosen Lucil. Period.
Lucil is a German in Canada, with Swiss Miss pigtails and authentic German lederhosen. She’s also got two rockin\' antique Yamaha keyboards that serve as the Lisa and Wendy to her oompah-hearted Prince. But don’t think there’s a lick of polka on this disc.
Tales From The Pantry is about as funky and punk as you can get with, well, two keyboards. And it really can’t be pigeonholed. Her voice is as flexible as her imagination, singing like a sultrier Shirley Manson on \"The Best Dishwasher I Ever Had\" one minute, then chirping as if she were the third cute member of Cibo Matto on \"Ooo... OMG\" the next. Sometimes the music sounds like Sixties surf, sometimes there’s a weird, Depeche Mode/soundtrack to License To Drive quality to it, and sometimes it’s just plain hot sexy funk. Example: \"Space\". That’s my favorite song on the disc. If you need proof Lederhosen Lucil ain’t nothin\' ta fuck wit\' (like Wu-Tang!), this is it.
And naturally, Tales From The Pantry is going to make you laugh. Whether it was meant to or not, you can’t help but chuckle in sheer wonder at the fact that you hold in your hand one of the most soulful, funky Germans in the history of recorded music.
And remember, in my utopia she’s not anyone but Lederhosen Lucil.