First gig. Straight-ahead indie rock, but with some unpredictable melodies, vocals with just enough counterpoint to stretch the imagination, and snappy rhythms.
All-girl punk trio from Indiana with a fast, loud, old school punk sound. They have the hate/pissed off/who gives a fuck? that’s kept me going all these years.
Chris Trapper’s songwriting is totally accessible, catchy, and emotionally appealing. It’s sensitive-boy rock, but not the whiny, emotionally manipulative kind.
Pure old-style glam at its finest, with songs like “We’re Here, We’re Queer, Get Used To It” and a reworked Jim Carrol tune called “All the Animals Died.”