Captain Beyond, Lucifer’s Friend, and Uriah Heeps’ most lucid riffs regunked by guys who banged out indie-era Monster Magnet and late period Black Flag.
Fraser harnesses images of horror to torture the men who deserve it. She thrusts rich cheats into Hell, with insects clicking their wings in their nostrils.
Like Fugazi, Bikini Kill has generated plenty of attention from corporate pimps, but passed it over so they could continue releasing raw, uncompromising punk.
Unwound breaks no new ground, sticking to their tried and true formula of Big Black-like guitar histrionics, tribal bass, and wonderfully off-kilter drum beats.