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A NOTE FROM COCO:
Investigative eating has led us to discover a new taqueria in East Nashville, and for this we are thankful.  2009 was the new 2008, and now we're ready for 2010.  Even though it sounds like a space year, and it scares us a little.  Though Poni doesn't really care if 2012 does go down because her Apple warranty for her computer runs through 2012, so basically she's all set.  Another busy year in Ettes wraps up, and a new exciting year is waiting for us on the other side of December.
 
See you in LA in January, Europe and UK in February and March, see you at SXSW, see you back in the studio for album #4, see you at the festivals, see these quotes that the mainstream press has used to sum up DO YOU WANT POWER and our year (and my opinions on their quotables), and look forward to much more of it in 2010!
Happy hols, try not to drink and drive, or do too many psychedelic drugs and drive,

Coco + Ettes
 
A riff-heavy fuzzbox offensive that’s as electrifying as the Delta 5 at their leanest.
NME (who are the delta 5?)
 
Front woman Coco Hames’ voice sounds the way Lesley Gore’s might if she took pouting and strutting lessons from Mick Jagger, and it’s what makes the Ettes’ new album, Do You Want Power, feel both intimate and explosive.
ELLE Magazine (thanks, that's very nice)
 
Straightforward and no nonsense, this Nashville foursome boasts no agenda other    than to make you shimmy and nod your head.
SPIN Magazine (au contraire, I have SEVERAL agendas)
 
Garage-punk outfit with a nice line in angsty blues.
Q Magazine (i'll take it)
 
Their finest moment yet: It raises the pulse and packs a wallop.
NPR (i agree!)
 
A blowout of authentic urgency that mark The Ettes as a must see live band
DailyMusicGuide.com (damn straight)
 
Picture a female-fronted White Stripes, raise the tempo, pile on Titanic weight of filthy bass guitar and you’re within spitting distance of garage rock darlings The Ettes.
Total Guitar (if you spit at me you'll be really sorry)
 
Slick garage rock purveyors and we love them.
Shout4Music.co.uk (nice and neat, i like it)
 
The Ettes do not give a crap about what you think.
Blurt Magazine (fact)
 
Phase Two of the Ettes’ plan to take over the universe has been implemented ahead of schedule.
Popmatters.com (ahead of YOUR schedule maybe...)
 
One of the best female fronted bands out.
Grimygoods.com (not just any bands, the FEMALE fronted ones only)
 
Mechanical clockwork drumming in overdrive and energetic guitar closes out the set, complete with an auditorium full of stomping feet and cheering fans.
californiablues.wordpress.com (every night!)
 
Their stage presence is so enthralling, that one tends to find themselves staring in awe at the energy that emanates from this small band.
examiner.com (i feel like that's what i'd do if i were watching us play, have you seen my drummer?)
 
Do You Want Power is a rock record, a pop record, but not an indie record.
aversion.com (thank the Lord, can we find out what the fuck "indie" is and eliminate it in 2010?  Obama?)
 
Loud and danceable garage rock. Tasty!
Artrocker (this makes me think of Jack Black, which makes me happy)
 
Serving up a sexy but undeniably fierce mix of pop smarts and garage rock power.
MSN (pop smarts or book smarts?  you make the call.)


Immer aufregend, wenn man dabei zusehen kann, wie sich eine Band weiterentwickelt. Und dann auch noch zum Guten.
Der Spiegel (danke! eine loeffel und fir biers bitte!)
 
The Ettes are becoming who they’re supposed to be. In other words, they’re coming into their own.
http://frantikmag.com (very kind, happy new year!)



Coco had crazy nightmares last night in Berlin.  She blames it on the nutmeg she put in her coffee.  Our good friend in Nashville said nutmeg and milk were like natural Xanax, so in combination with real Xanax, Coco was sure she'd have some Johnny-Cash-as-a-psychedelic-coyote visions.  And she did.  But, like, involving her elementary school and Apocolyptic storms?

Now we are off to Switzerland.  You never know what the future might bring.

coco

What were we thinking. I mean, what are we ever thinking, really. Or maybe the question should be, DO we ever think? In Berlin, Hanno took us to Travolta, in beautiful Kreuzberg (our home away from home) and we proceeded to drink the most GIANT German beers, one after another, on and on, and in the morning, uh, when we had to get up and drive to Hamburg for a show, Poni was quietly puking away, and Jem said, "You need to control yourself!" and Poni said, "I OBVIOUSLY CAN'T!"

Ugh. And so it continues. Because it never stops. Pitchers and pitchers of beer in Nashville are not the way to shake off the jet lag from the Kings of Leon tour in Europe. And yet we carry on. Like sailors. No.

Can sailors drink as much as we can? I challenge you, sailors! All sailors, get in touch with us, maybe during Fleet Week in New York or something, we'll just SEE.

Enjoy the new website, designed by the incomparable Andrew Huang.

And get me some goddam ibuprofen and a Diet Coke. You know that I could be in love with almost everyone, I think that people are the greatest fun,

-- xo cocomotion