The first few songs struck me as odd, but by the end, I’d grown to like the singer’s voice and really dug the piano accompaniment. A very cool punk record.
One of Boston’s best bands. The last song was the most energetic, with Firestone kicking his guitar around the stage to the tune of two basses being mauled.
She still plays her ice queen geisha girl role expertly, and her stage mannerisms were captivating, except when they spilled over the side of ludicrousness.
The songs on Kill, Baby, Kill are a dreamy concoction of smooth pop and ragged samples. Slick keys or distorted-rantings, Sweetie skates comfortably along.