Thursday, June 28, 2007  11:07 pm 

Punk girls got soul

Awright, so I know what some of you high production value virtuoso types out there are gonna say, I’ll be first so we’re all in the same wavelength: ‘these girls can’t play for shit’. There, I said it, yeah, I said it, we agree, anything else to add? Because to me that isn’t a negative thing, but in many cases, see below, a merit, yeah, I love the Shaggs and ESG.

So shut your mouth if you were going to say that.

If you were going to say ‘I could make this music any day’ well, please go for it, I could do with some more stuff like this and less corporate wasteman indie boy rock.

If you were going to say ‘totally Juan, sometimes loose is more’ well, amen to that Sherlock.

Finally Punk hurricane from Austin Texas, and they land in your room sweeping all that paperwork and tidily ordered receipts from the mahogany desk with the mischievous energy of happy furry mammals burrowing in a mess of underground tunnels after hatching a cunning plan to steal the big fat orange carrot from the big fat orange land-owner, and yeah, we failed biology at school because life is messy. Their music addresses hot topics with the energy & attitude they deserve, as anyone who’s had a missile gatecrashing his or her house and hitting the windows and shit will be happy to attest, yeah.

Finally Punk make us wanna scream and shout and go da da, and go dada, and go dadadada da da da da dadadada DA *rolls on the floor*, and there can be no greater praise. They rule so much they can come and break our windows any time they want, and stuff. Oi, you, what the fuck, lay off the china.

Finally Punk- What the Fuck, Missile

Cheers to rulingest James Hines for the tip.

Then what about How Dare U? We told you about them a year ago or so, we said they are bound for stardom, well, getting there, just check out this shiny new wave disco pearl we brought inside a silken pouch over from Barcelona, catchiest tune of the month or what? why would you need proficiency when you have soul, you can just be yourself and make it fresh with the bare basics, i.e. heart, talent, some instruments and the right pair of hands in the studio, production a jeweled necklace around the slender throat of a purring black cat- the result is that sort of timeless girl pop hit that will be hummed in front of many dressing mirrors as the real ladies get ready to go out at night, perhaps kick some devious/arrogant two-bit ass, scowl it into oblivion, you know the score, smooth cats, but with sharp claws nonetheless.

How Dare U!- She’s Not a Lady

Someone bring them over to tour the UK for christ’s sake, and I want this on vinyl now, FTW you know.

Talking about which, just fucking come and see our bubblegum abthemic riot punk fave gals Mika Miko and primitive noise wizards No Age live at the lovely Cowley Bar on Sunday, now that’s going to be something dude.

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