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She has just come back from a week at a health spa: “Very hardcore.” I ask how she celebrated upon returning home, and she laughs.

“Dim sum, and a bottle of vodka.”Ashley Roberts was once one of the four Pussycat Dolls that wasn’t Nicole Sherzinger, the US burlesque act of Don’t Cha fame whose singer so dominated the spotlight the other members were cast into shadow, a blur of bedazzled bra and knicker combinations.“We were always told it was very much Nicole’s project,” she shrugs.

“She won’t remember a thing, and even if she did the law is on your side,” she sings, “They never prosecute your kind.” The sex in “Rhinoceros” is more consensual but no less graphic.

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Republicans bolted by the dozens, rescinding their endorsements and calling for him to drop out. His own party chairman denounced him, and even Mike Pence, perhaps the most unwavering of all of Trump apologists, seemed to tease the possibility of turning on his running mate.

And then somehow, with remarkable speed, the news cycle moved on.

Vinyl Pressing 1 = 700 Pink, 300 Peach, 100 Wild Card (40 Red, 35 Hot Pink, 25 Electric Yellow)Vinyl Pressing 2 = 400 Pink, 100 Root Beer (Due to arrive in July)Cassettes = One-Time Run of 250 Pink Cassettes Juliana is back with 14 brand new songs.

“I wasn’t planning on making a record,” says Juliana Hatfield, of her new “Pussycat” album.

The songs had a will, they forced themselves on me, or out of me, and I did what they told me to do. I played bass differently-- looser, more confident, better.” “Pussycat” comes on the heels of last year’s Hatfield collaboration with Paul Westerberg, the I Don’t Cares’ “Wild Stab” album, and before that, 2015’s Juliana Hatfield Three (“My Sister”, “Spin The Bottle”) reunion/reformation album, “Whatever, My Love”. It feels a little scary.” ”Pussycat” is being released into a very tense, divided and inflamed America.

“I’ve always been prolific and productive and I have a good solid work ethic but this one happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think or plan,” says Hatfield. The songs are reflective of that atmosphere—angry (“When You’re A Star”), defiant (“Touch You Again”), disgusted (“Rhinoceros”), but also funny (“Short-Fingered Man”), reflective (“Wonder Why”), righteous (“Heartless”) and even hopeful (“Impossible Song”, with its chorus of ‘What if we tried to get along/and sing an impossible song’).

Ashley Roberts is running late, stuck in traffic, the usual excuse of popstars on the promo treadmill. But they don’t do health juices here, it transpires, and so she has to make do with sparkling water.

But, look, here she comes now, all blonde and radiant, sunglasses quickly repositioned on top of her head to reveal the whites of her eyes, and suddenly she is pulling me into an unexpectedly warm embrace, cheek to cheek. She is big on detoxing, she tells me, but only intermittently.

A tiny ball of white fluff, it steps out of her bag now, as if to prove it has legs, and can walk, and offers me its unfurling pink tongue in greeting. “He can get quite aggressive with men’s trousers.”A waiter appears, and Roberts requests a juice, “something green”.

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