There’s something a bit naughty about The Chalets. A twisted cuteness; something that initially appears wholesome and adorable but leaves you feeling a bit dirty. It seems a tad wrong liking it, what with being an upstanding member of the community, but you can't help grinning like a fool and wanting to hear more.
It resembles Goldfrapp, minus the standoffish dominatrix overtones, squeezed into a catholic schoolgirl outfit and giggling whilst whispering slanderous gossip to you. And if that isn't enough, B-side Fight Your Kids, as well as being good advice for any unsure parents, sounds like the Asda theme tune. Aha! Brilliant! That’s Chalets price.
Oh, it may be nonsense, but it’s fluffy, fun, frivolous nonsense with the craic in its heart (from Ireland you see) and an impish glint in it’s eye. Like it knows something you don't, or is hatching an evil plan to take over the world! HAHAHAHA!... *ahem*. Or it might just be a great pop record.
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