Lydia Lunch was the underground’s favorite diva during the late ’70s and early ’80s, and deservedly so. But you’d never be able to tell from this film.
Fireworks. Detuned bass. Distorted, violent synth noise. Every song lasts for 20 minutes, building to an orgasmic conclusion, and you wish they lasted longer.
One second it’s punky, driving pop, the next it’s noisy pop with dark lyrics, then jangly pop with insightfully inane lyrics. Everything they do, they do well.
I headed backstage to party with the bands and to get free beer. While up there, I saw most of Butt Trumpet’s set from above. They did put on a great show.