Should just be called Manda, since it’s got no marbles. The album is perfect: Flawless, over-produced, cream-filled sweetness, like eating both Twinkies. Twice.
Classy Go-Go’s-style punkpop. Clear vocals, Manda can hit the right notes, the guitars are chipper, not sawing, and the keyboards are tasteful, not abrasive.
Really good poppy-style punk, and fantastic beer-swilling hardcore ranging from ’77-style to squatter-political to fast-ass rock’n’roll to general sociopathic.