It’s total sloppy, reckless fun spit out from the basements of small-town New England in the best ’79-meets-’91-meets-’13 kind of way.
Here’s to there being a feminist punk band in every town, someday.
Off-kilter girl gang vocals that recall The Shaggs transplanted to the early 90s Pacific Northwest
Is this a worthwhile venture? I’d hope so. At least I won’t break the internet with it.