REVIEW: The Raveonettes, Queen’s Social Club, Queens Road

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THE Raveonettes end tonight’s show by telling their audience: ‘F*** you’. Those are the last words of their last song, Cops On Our Tail.

As conclusions go, it’s somehow symbolic of the Danish band: bold, defiant and, above all, resolutely not out to please anyone.

For this two-piece – Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo – have always been outsiders.

Theirs is a style and sound which harks an age of rebels; of James Dean crashing his car and Marlon Brando asking what have you got. They may once have been considered the Scandinavian wing of the 21st century New Rock Revolution. But their songs have always been pure Fifties American doo-pop recalling diners, trash cans and white picket fences.

Six albums into their career their influences have become more expansive. Tonight Young And Cold sounds deliciously like The Velvet Underground, while Dead Sound hints at The Jesus And Mary Chain.

But, really, the sound is unmistakably The Raveonettes: scuzzy shards of uncomplicated rock n rrroll.

They end with ‘f*** you’. To which one can only reply: ‘thank you’. Brilliant.