Powdery, girl-woman vocals drive deep into voluptuous minor chords, evoking something of Elastica, an element of Garbage, and a good measure of Eurythmics.
Snotty punk rawk in all its grimy, sloppy beauty! Mixing acidic humor with a snarling guitar/vocal team-up, Andi Beltramo lives up to the album’s title.
TITD sawed the audience in half with overdriven guitar, creative sampling, and drumming that would have sounded appropriate on Led Zeppelin’s Moby Dick.
The ’80s are over and so are layered harmonies, classical guitar wanking, vocal warbling, and Whitesnake-sounding, lyrically-inane, hard rock posturing.