Starts off in step with the A Lines, Headcoatees, and early Mudhoney and, the longer it played, an alternate universe Bikini Kill (less anthemic, less hubris, more “this has no obvious immediate alignment”). Garage-infested proto grunge with lungs, squall, and poetic defiance. Think lipstick smears, crushed smokes, beaten instruments beat upon, hearts beating and beat upon, and rusty steamer with a crisp flag flying. Nice paint-stenciled cover, too.
–todd (Compact, [email protected])