“Out Of Vogue” by Fever Dolls – A Song Feature

     Fever Dolls have a touch of The B-52’s in their single “Out Of Vogue,” but mostly in the chorus. The song begins by featuring the rhythm section, then turns into a vocals-driven energy. At different times, the vocals might feature the male voice, the female voice, or the group participation. The diversity keeps the song fresh and interesting throughout its four minutes.

    The band is from Burlingame, Vermont, but they are now based in New York City. The founding members of Fever Dolls are songwriter Evan Allis and singer Renn Mulloy. They have been joined by guitarist Erik Benepe, bassist Mitchell Parrish, and drummer Willis Mathewson. “Out Of Vogue” is a single from the band’s debut EP, “The Phantasm at Lake Wallenpaupack.” Generously, the Bandcamp site notes that “100% of proceeds will go to GLITS Inc. & Emergency Release Fund.”

     “Out Of Vogue” by Fever Dolls

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Lyrics of “Out Of Vogue” by Fever Dolls

I was lost in the forest and --

Accosted by a chorus of rich kids

With face lifts and cowlicks

And guns in their wallets

And burns upon the tops of their snakeskin

With such beautiful phrasing

Who’s got (who’s got)

The television on at the worst time of the week

My baby’s calling me from the county clink

(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)

Out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue

I was drowning in the water

And found there by the daughter of a sea king

A real powerful she-thing

And summer’s turned to fall

And I’ve found I’m getting caught in the real thing

Oh what a beautiful feeling

Who’s got (who’s got)

The television on at the worst time of the week

My baby’s calling me from the county clink

(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)

Out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue

Who’s got (who’s got)

The television on at the worst time of the week

My baby’s calling me from the county clink

(My mother drinks, the doctor thinks I’m crazy, says I should blame my father for the life that awaits me)

Out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue

Out of code

Out of touch, out of vogue