"I'm not going to film premieres in revealing dresses and having my photo taken and giving [journalists] nice little sweet sound bites about how brilliant everything is."
As formidable as her detractors would like to seem, however, they're no match for the album-buying fans who, Allen is happy to report, have snapped up "300,000 already."
One of the album's tracks, "Friday Night," is a rude-girl meeting in the ladies’ room in which horn blasts straight out of the Skatalites' "Guns of Navarone" echo and obnoxious scenesters make Allen's night out a living hell. She isn't having it and informs the snotty girls, "Don't try and test me cos you'll get a reaction/ Another drink and I'm ready for action." "It's funny how people completely misunderstand that song and think it's about me being aggressive towards others," she says softly. "It's actually about hating that kind of bravado in other people." There's little such cockiness when Allen confirms that she "can't wait" to start her club tour of the States, where she has already surpassed mere Britpop buzz, poised to prove her worth as the lone jewel in the pawnshop of throwaway starlets. SFBG
Thurs/12, 9 p.m.
330 Ritch, SF
$12 (all tickets sold at the door; ticket vouchers will be distributed at 8:30 p.m.)