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 Lucy

Tunabunny – Minima Moralia (HHBTM)

Wrongness is an underrated virtue. Tunabunny revel in wrongness with all the grubby enthusiasm of a puppy rolling in mud and, puppylike, they come up bouncing.

 Everett True

Riot Grrrl – the collected interviews

Riot Grrrl is a myriad of contradictions. And that’s to the good.

 tomfiend

The Boys @ The Zoo, 05.10.11

I’d prefer less Courtney Love between-song diatribes, more Mia Zapata rock and fucking roll

 Bianca Valentino

Dasha Bikceem a.k.a. Designer Imposter – The Collapse Board Interview

Our first show was in somebody’s basement at their parents’ house. Their parents would let them have punk shows. I don’t even know if people do that anymore?

 Bianca Valentino

Nathan Howdeshell – The Collapse Board Interview

I don’t view music as a competition at all.

 Everett True

Poly Styrene R.I.P, 1957-2011

Poly Styrene was the fucking coolest singer ever. That was so much a given, it feels weird to offer any reasons even now.

 collapseboard

The problem with ‘Girl Bands’

Isn’t it about time that we stop pointing out the fact that the band members of The Like and Warpaint all have vaginas?

 Everett True

an interview with The Weekly Volcano about Riot Grrrl

Jason Baxter sent me the following questions as part of his research for an article he was writing for the Tacoma/Olympia alternative weekly, The Weekly Volcano. The article has since been published, under the title Revolution Girl-Style: Then and Now. How did you hear about Morgan And The Organ Donors and Weird TV? Do you make […]

 Everett True

eight ‘classic’ bands… a rejoinder

Julian says: “Everybody’s always like, ‘Oh yeah the music used to be better in the 80s’. No it fucking didn’t.” So what current bands are as good as The Fall, Joy Division, Buzzcocks, The Birthday Party or Dexy’s [sic] in their prime? Not to mention Blondie, Ramones, Jonathan Richman… (This comment originated on another post. I think it’s […]

 Everett True

Song of the day – 231: Tunabunny

Bangs wept. This music makes me deliriously happy. It clatters, it splatters, it shatters, it matters. I’ve listened to the album front to back, back to front, sideways, length ways, every which wrong ways, adored the New Order steals, the slices of unrequited Bikini Kill/Skinned Teen screaming, the tributes to the female Captain Beefheart, the […]