I’ve played open-eyed punkers my CD, and they were duly impressed. They’re Canadian, cuz Scots had to migrate somewhere. Leave it to the Scots to go “up,” eh?
Three tough ’50s-style chickies who look good in leather pants and leopard prints and crank out 12 tracks in 27 minutes of classic Ramones three-chord-punk.
These Detroit punkers always had the tunes and the rage to go beyond the upbeat deathtrap. This is deceptively octane-fueled radio punkpop, borderline rock.
Pioneers of destruction like Sex Pistols, GG, Dead Boys, and Iggy, upon revisiting, words like “primal” and “raw” are replaced with “ugh” and “shitty sounding.”
Starting as a young Swedish version of SoCal punkpop (fast and melodic, with some ska thrown in), they really learned the craft of writing catchy melodies.