The Sunday Experience (17/07/2007)
Led from the front by Caz - a kind of x-rated and panting Toni Basil for grown ups - 'Tracy' is so unfeasibly horny and sexy that you might just want to consider getting a cold shower before and after you put this babe on the turntable, dirty electronic pop with shots of wired post punk intelligence - think Cobra Killer eyeballing and fronting out Salon Boris - nuff said. Flip side features the far superior and alarmingly tasty early 80's minimalist electro pop inspired 'Futurist Suit' - laden with an array of catchy fuzzy zig zagging riffs, nagging austerely acute fractured and detached signatures sourced from early career Wire and succulent floor piercing Max Factor fashioned moves on which to cut up your finest shadowy shapes upon all spliced through with hazy day-glo decorations - quite frankly if it wasn't for the very small detail that we already have a copy we'd be out now giving it legs and knocking up the local record emporium owner (not in a biblical sense you understand) for a copy.
www.myspace.com/thesundayexperience
Index7 Review, Jason Dean (06/07/2007)
Molloy is your friend that has an unhealthy fascination with 1970's slasher movies, 3D glasses, John Waters and carnival freaks. Now,...Molloy has this friend Tracy, who she is constantly bossing around...'Tracy move around, Tracy lose a pound' ...she's unrelenting, yelling alongside nice guitar riffs, neon and distortion...and now she's stuck in Tracy's and my head.
This feels right at home with Gossip, or Peaches. Here's their brattier little sister, demanding their turn at the mic. Also a little bit out on their own and uncategorizable, perched somewhere between White Zombie and LCD soundsystem in spirit, but really embracing the dancier side of things without losing a punk attitude, make no mistake, they will set their hotel room on fire and throw the tv out the window.
I had to give them extra points for doing an amazing job customizing their car. That's dedication, to paint your car completely checkerboard green and orange. They are serious.
www.index7.co.uk
One Week To Live (05/07/2007)
These kids could be the biggest anti-hipster band to appear from the ether. Really. Tracy is a killer little pop nugget with beats that remind one of the early Peaches, 'Lovertits' perhaps, spliced with the infectiously rolling B52's-esque rythm section and a chorus/hook line that, if given the appropriate radio play, would be hummed on buses, railways, street corners, cars and any other place where people congregate. If this is anything to go by, they album 'This Is Fucking Brilliant' will be more sought after than the holy grail. Hot hot hot.
The Blue Light District, by Ian Simpson
Following the rise in popularity of the indie-dance/synth-pop/bitch-disco band, I’ve spent moments here and there wondering if we have enough room for another art-pop floor-filler… If the song in question is the ultra-hip ‘ Tracy’, then the answer is “Yes we do.” Combining fat analogue synths and the most addictive vocal I’ve heard since Cansei de ser Sexy gave us ‘Off the Hook’; ‘ Tracy’ is a loveable throw-away pop nugget that you simply can’t throw away. Released on limited edition green vinyl through ultra new (and über-cool) Way Out Records and with a quite simply perfect retro-kitsch video, Molloy have the full package. As soon as this track gets some decent mainstream airplay it will be unavoidable. It’s a lazy comparison but Molloy have the potential to be in 2007, everything that New Young Pony Club were in 2006 (without selling out for an Intel Pentium Core Processor advert). While we’re on the New Young Pony Club thing, here’s a little whim that re-iterates my point and might just make you laugh…New Young Pony Club’s official website url: " www.wearepony.com" Molloy's official website url: " www.thisisfuckingbrilliant.com"
Enough said? Maybe. Driven along by dance floor hooks and with inoffensive quirky humour aimed at the song’s protagonist (“Tracy lose a pound… all you want is candy, candy, candy, candy…”), Molloy have tapped into something really rather special. Jovial and poppy enough to be loved by everyone who hears it but just dark enough to retain a mystique of underground cool; ‘ Tracy’ (and equally strong b-side Futurist Suit) is a must-have summer single. Without being a hype-mongerer, you need to buy this record and go see this band play a show near you NOW, because in six months time the country’s indie darlings (Peaches Geldof, Queens of Noize et al) will have claimed them as their own and you’ll be kicking yourself. If I’m any more gushing I’m going to come across like a prick (more so than usual) but there are just three more things I need to say: 1 – Buy this single! 2 – Buy this single! 3 – Buy this single! ‘ Tracy’ is available to buy from all the usual places but you should show your support and buy yours direct from the label... www.thebluelightdistrict.com/reviews
Silent Dave's blog
Talking of electro, I've got to mention a new band called Molloy as well. I'm kinda getting into this flirtatious electro sound that Molloy are churning out. Its suggestive sexy electro that makes you wonder if the lead singer is horny 24/7.. This suggestion is amply backed up by the single "Tracy" which will be released on July 2nd. Its Lyrical porn, Go listen to it!! Molloy play the Horse and Groom in Shoreditch on June 7th
Music Spotlight
The debut single from London five-piece Molloy and the first release from Way Out Records is a rather impressive blend of danceable electro, rock and pop. “Tracy” bubbles with enthusiasm from the very start and is a track which looks destined to go down a storm in clubs across the country.
The chorus is particularly infectious, with the beats running throughout ensuring that the song remains etched in your memory long after the closing tones. In fact, “Tracy” contains almost all of the necessary hallmarks for a memorable song – a catchy chorus, a strong sense of melody running throughout and an undeniable knack for getting your feet tapping uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, b-side “Futurist Suit” is a less frenetic and chaotic affair containing some memorable riffs and beats whilst still managing to maintain a decent sense of energy and urgency. Not quite as instant and distinctive as the a-side then, but nevertheless this remains a solid effort.
With their debut single Molloy have managed to find the perfect balance between instant appeal and longevity, and their brand of infectious electro-pop is definitely well worth a listen. Rating: 8/10
Tasty - December 2007
It was almost inevitable that this self assured a oozingly classy slab of new wave electro pop would come from London. It just seems like the rest of the country is a bit hard up for good electro. But now we too can feast our ears on Molloy's finely crafted, danceable demo. Tracy is a squelchy upbeat sexy beast of a track complete with Caz's squeeky breathless vocals and some weebliness from the Moog. 'Dirty Church' is even sleazier and more laid back with a great scratchy guitar riff and clean bass line. 'Piece of Mind' makes up the final part of the EP and prove that Molloy are the real thing. But then you suspect they knew they were pretty good when they chose their website name.
Jumbo Records
I love it when a record like this lands in our laps, it's one of those underground gems that i can EASILY recommend to all and sundry, all funky punky catchyness mixed with a dash a glam goodness and fronted by some sassy female vocals. Like i say, it's catchy as hell and most likely to be a gem of the summer but be quick as it's VERY limited. Green vinyl and a top B-side..what more do you want? Recommended.
Subba-cultcha.com - single of the month - July 2007
Awesome, slinky indie-disco with a dark, funk-ridden heart and the sort of female-shrieking that gets me all gooey on the dance floor…
Indieboy's blog - 14th January 2008
Molloy. Molloy....... MOLLOY! Got it?! I can't tell you how many time I got asked about 'That second band that were on'. Not to make any negative comments about any punters that were there but never follow a career in forensic science. Apart from the molloy t-shirts, molloy badges, a TV screen with Molloy written on, "We are Molloy" being mentioned throughout the set it was also written on the schedule and flyers everywhere. Anyhoo, all questions were because of how much they enjoyed the set. It was as charmingly odd as I'd imagined. Everything was in their green and orange colour scheme which I'm a big fan of. Much respect to Ellis the engineer who I think had years knocked off his life keeping the mix balanced throughout. Never before have I seen a band needing 'more telephone' in the monitors(?!?) Interesting use of toys and megaphone onstage too. Stomping electro anthems and mad performance from the impishly sexy Caz. Plus it was loud, really really loud. 'Tracy' and 'The Healer' were my personal highlights.
Organ #240 - 31st January 2008 - Demo of the week
A new set of songs from London’s Molloy, We already know we like them and this is more more more of their incredibly infectious new wave electro glam pop rock ‘n roll. Squelchy synth lines, biting riffs, skinny hips and lips and urgent fizz and everything you want your sticky-haired slightly salty tasting pop music to be. Urgent vocals, singalong harmonies, a gang of boys and girls who know how to nail it all right now – just like it says on their My Space URL...
Organ #238 - 17th January 2008 (by Sean)
MOLLOY @ Lark In The Park, Islington, London, Jan 13th – Larking in the pub by the park again, Molloy are playing Diablesse (Diablesse happens once a month at the Lark in The Park) and the five are on the rather compact stage firing things up and things – thing is The Lark is a great little thing of a venue to see a band – things are good. One of the more welcoming venues us London right now (great bar as well, none of your crappy three quid for a can of warm Red Stripe bullshit here, none of your we only sell Carling crap - proper pub, proper venue, proper thing). Two girls, three boys, squelchy keyboards and meaty chewy synths - she sings about how he loves electro disco rock ‘n roll – they clearly all do. Those keyboards sounds are so horny, the riffs are the horny, the stops and starts and angular bites are - the whole sound is, everything about Molloy is horny. They’re dripping with sweet (and oh so slightly salty) riffs, dripping with dirty filthy keyboard lines that’ll get in your hair (if you don’t care). Caz is the singer/guitarist – attention demanding short orange dress, matching leg warmers, fishnets – singing down phone lines, through megaphones, crawling, jumpling - guitarist Jez firing a healthy mix of glammy new wave punk rock riffs (Adam Ant wrist band in place – these little details are important), neat three way vocal thing going on with the very upfront Jacqz and her stand of synths – Toz and Chaz nailing the rhythm down and driving it all right out at us. And Molloy do drive - Molloy bounce, Molloy are infectiously good, it is not possible to stand still and politely watch Molloy – Molloy are electric and best of all Molloy have these infectious songs, classic new electro pop songs that’ll get in your head and have you leaning the dance moves – Tracy move around, Tracy touch the ground... find out more.

Ireallylovemusic (04/06/2007)
yes, even more electro pop for you to spend your hard earned on. this time, the results are more in line with what the nu-ravers/ed banger scensters are all currently loving. with a very assured sound the lead track, tracy, has a sharp radio friendly hookline incorporating more of those fat analogue synth noises, alongside new chunky wave guitars. the results are brilliantly insistent, and generate a lot of garish dayglo coloured fun which given that the limited vinyl edition from those lovely people at buzzy new label, way out records, is on a lovely shade of snot green no less, makes things even more perfect for 2007. oh, and when you get an email advising the myspace page is called : myspace.com/thisisfuckingbrilliant then who am i to argue with such opinionated honesty. thankfully, from the evidence provided so far, they could well be right.
http://ireallylovemusic.co.uk/blog/?p=584
Whisperin & Hollerin
Our Rating: 8/10 (Single of the week n°2)
This sounds like it was written by a dominatrix between customers. It’s a dirty little number, dripping with sleaze and it's all the better for it. It has all the hallmarks of an indie dancefloor filler and if this gets out to enough people it will do that job very nicely indeed. A punk-girl vocal, jagged guitar and a fuzzbox holding the whole thing together, it really is a cheeky little number. One can imagine MOLLOY performing this as the house band in a fetish club. Channelling Devo and Hot Hot Heat, with a splash of John Waters and a dash of Russ Meyer - imagine that little lot in a studio and you’ll get the idea. Its infectious, electronic pop-punk and is destined for cult greatness (at the very least).
www.whisperinandhollerin.com
ORGAN
(Issue 288)
MOLLOY – Thursday Electric EP (Silverstation) – More of the London (sometimes Paris) band’s living room freak, more of their dirty filthy crunchy analogue-electro pop to tie you up and make you go faster. Gather Round Girls is far too good of a pop song to be second on here! Thursday Electric is too good to be anything but first though... Flirty filthy horny tied-up tied-down electro glam pop laced with massive hooks, vintage chic and their Commodore 64 retro bite... Actually all their songs are too good to be second, they’re all lead tracks with their angular bites of Devo and their slices of Ant music and all their orange and green legwarmer fetish and their telephone calls. Molloy make dirty fithy electro glam pop, they’re one of the best pop bands out there playing the London toilets right now, and they do have this delightful habit of release great singles ... their website URL tells you how it is (Sean O)
REPEAT
“Thursday Electric” sees the return of Molloy, a group of dirty-minded yet pristinely gleaming robo-sluts for whom writing a song to either strut or shag to comes as easily to them as, well, strutting or shagging (i.e. pretty easily if this is anything to go by). According to them (and you will agree), bleeps, spiky girl vocals and the mighty cow bell are very much the order of the day, as compelling rhythm and seductive synths kicks the skinny-jeaned arses of the likes of the Ting Tings, whilst asserting that there is no way anyone should forget their name and call them Irene or Deidre or whatever. Admittedly, the modern electro scene is what Molloy best fit into, although their energy blitzes that of their contemporaries, reaching almost carnival parade proportions during the EP’s title track ( think Vince Noir followers bedecked in their finest neon platforms reflecting the brightest glitterball lighting and you’re along the right lines), each track a momentary pout in the face of the “spacesuit cliques” of the Shoreditch elite, perhaps a snub, perhaps a celebratory camaraderie. Regardless, everyone will be having too much of a good time one way or the other to care.
Providing an even catchier alternative to their very-catchy previous single release that was “ Tracy ”, (as if anyone thought that was possible), the tracks that follow are equally as frenzied and forceful and instantly addictive. “Gather round girls” borrows the finest bits of disco anthem heaven, grinding up against the filthy futuristic lapdance of “Wrong way”, before final track “The Healer” gets down on its knees before the hook of Gary Numan’s “Cars”, worshipping for all it is worth, moving the body if not the mind, and snogging the face off anyone or anything to within an inch of their lives. You get the idea, I hope, without getting any more graphic.
Overall, this is Molloy at the most triumphant a band could sound; confident, super-cool and admirably powerful, each glorious attention-seeking song is delivered from a podium on high in a way that says: there is no hidden message- this is what it’s all about. If they have more up their sleeve to better this, I can’t wait to hear it. As a random aside, if they were a drink, they would be Disaronno. In a word, yum. (Anna C)


Stool Pigeon - December 2006
