Fraser harnesses images of horror to torture the men who deserve it. She thrusts rich cheats into Hell, with insects clicking their wings in their nostrils.
A little more touching Joan Jett balladry, but when they switch over to the “Do You Wanna Touch Me There” raunchy rock, that’s when my, um, ears perk up.
Sorta sound like Zeke with a less encyclopedic knowledge of the Kiss back catalogue, like the Killers’re more into the Dead Boys or mebbe the New Bomb Turks.