Wow. This album fucking smokes. Femme fronted, dual drumming powerhouse. The driving, hypnotic rhythm drives the whole album with Siouxie-esque vocals going from full bore screams to sultry whispers. It has elements of Jeff The Brotherhood with an almost buzzing stoner rock mixed with punk vibe, where less is more. Impossible to categorize, this album is a journey, as if they wrote all the songs to fit into one linear path rather than ten songs thrown together. The opening riffs of “Mean Girl” explode into a ten-song rampage. Blood on your hands. It’s mine. No Men. Chicago is burning. -Tim Brooks (View at RazorCake.org)
