FRAU: Punk Is My Boyfriend: 7”

Shrieking, angular discordance with enough riot grrrl sass that someone with a more eclectic record collection than mine might call it danceable—in a ghoulish art student party sort of way. Two out of three songs don’t break the one-minute mark, and the third wavers on the brink of collapse the whole way there. Crass never really meant much to me (so sue me), but weird punks looking for a chaotic modern offshoot of Penis Envy will probably get a kick out of this. 

 –Indiana Laub (Static Shock)