Venue: The Hexagon - Reading
London-based duo Worry Dolls are at war, not that you'd ever know. Think of the Worry Dolls as Tom And Jerry, but in one of those episodes where the titular two-some are forced to team up against a great evil. In this case, the evil is meaningless music filled with tired clichés.
Two solo singers by nature, Rosie and Zoe first teamed up while studying together at Paul McCartney's old school in Liverpool. They bonded over being the only two redheads in their class, and Rosie's ability to swear casually onstage (and, presumably, off). After they graduated, the two returned to their respective home counties of Devon and Kent, travelling to one another's house on weekends to write songs together. Then, one day last Spring, Zoe decided she was moving away from Kent, and bought a one way ticket to London. More impressive still, she decided that Rosie was going to do the same, and convinced her bandmate to quit her job and move into a house in South London with her.
The transition has not always been the easiest, with Rosie and Zoe being two very different people - they readily admit to never agreeing on anything. Miniature battles rage over vegetarianism, whether songs should rhyme, or if the band should have a 'The' before their name... When the two decided to alleviate some of their frustrations by putting them into song, they went away to write individually on what they hated about one another, resulting in the song, 'War'. There is a tangible feeling of metaphorical steam being released by the band whenever they perform it live.
The Worry Dolls won't sing about love. Not directly, at least. In all of their songs the 'l' word is mentioned only once, and hardly in a positive context. It's their small statement against a worn down lyrical standard that is too often relied on when a writer has nothing new to say. It doesn't need to be groundbreaking, and it doesn't need to be important (on 'Oliver' Rosie and Zoe sing about an infatuation with a West End drag queen), but it needs to be original, and it needs to have meaning. At least, that's how the Worry Dolls both see it. And if they agree on that, it must be true.