Obsessive fans of one or more of the artists should enjoy this agreeable exercise in pointlessness. The rest of us: wave politely, no flash photography.
Plodding drums, serious powerchords and grinning vocals merrily punkify all that would be angst in the sometimes honky tonk, occasionally folksy Paydirt.
There are comparable tracks to Hot (a calypso-ish tune, some foot stompers, some ballads), and a pseudo-mid European folk tune, but mostly – it’s Dixieland.
Where Bikini Kill had a crazed humor for all its man-eating madness, Manda’s yelps are just irritating. Memorable only for their small bird-killing frequency.