The three women of Bottom shaped a recognizable riff-rock sound. You’rNext is a barren, nearly tuneless landscape uneasily pulsing with long bouts of feedback.
They emanate the flow of Quicksand, Kiss It Goodbye, and the manic flare of Today Is The Day, but under underneath it all is rage, melody, and uncertainty.
The anthems don’t sound dumbed down, the goofy butt-wiggling punk doesn’t sound contrived, the tenderness isn’t forced, and the party-hearty yahoo isn’t ironic.
These guys drive every cliché into the ground, but there are hints at actual songwriting here, and the vocalist might even qualify as a singer in another year.
Their hearts are in the right place (old school punk), but it’s hard to tell at a pass if this is worth the time. Fast and frantic punk, vaguely political.
To exaggerate, it’s like Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood, or Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore. There’s a guy and girl singing, and they play opposite roles.
There’s nothing to distinguish them from the rest of the genre bands, there’s absolutely nothing about them to turn anyone off, unless you loathe the genre.