Lookout Records is now a shadow of its former self, while I’m listening to Enslaved and getting closer and closer to giving up on “pop-punk” altogether.
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.
Initially, “kill yr boyfriend” struck me as yummy bubblegummy Hot Damn! with cutesy-pie squealing and “yeah, yeah, yeah!” male choruses to round out the sound.