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.
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.
I’ve heard Ted Leo’s first solo record and most of Chisel’s (his former band) output, but I don’t remember any of it being as jaw-droppingly impressive as this.
Splatter punk energy like a sprinkler run amok, heave chunks of rock-solid concrete like beefy-brutes, solo chaotically like Angus and the Nuge once did.
They weren’t talented. They were fashionable. So if it whizzed by you the first time, turn your head and catch the Bratmobile look now. It hasn’t changed.