Female-fronted three-piece punkpop from The Netherlands, been around for a few years, play solid pop-oriented punk with real tunes and style in spades.
This ain’t punk rock from end to end, it ain’t roots rock, it’s r&b-influenced rock’n’roll, but on the level of a cover band from the ’70s without the chops.
25 years and still making sweet bubblegum punkpop. Joe Queer can pen a simple, fun ditty effortlessly, and he’s been collaborating with Lisa Marr for years.
I love most of these tunes, usually the garage bop stuff, but a few songs have me checking to see if I switched to the next band’s CD, which I hate instantly.
The perfect dunebuggy punk holiday for kicking sand in the face of 98 lb. weaklings and turning their goodie-two-shoes girlfriends into wanton go-go dancers.
Allin’s self-destructive, audience-abusing antics took performance art to new levels. Lower ones. Like Hated, this is a fetish movie. This one’s softcore.