Well, this 4-piece is considered a high bright spot in punk, issuing from San Fran and sporting one of the earliest ensembles fronted by a female, Penelope Houston…who does absolutely nothing for me. Greil Marcus went gaga over them and her, if that's any recommendation, and fans have been clamoring for a reissue of this, the Pink Album, so here it is, along with a shitload of outtakes, rehearsals, live stuff, etc. The band's pretty damned tight (cranks its ass off in Car Crash and elsewhere) but apparently didn't believe in varying their fare much, as one song is often indistinguishable from another (I caught Social Distortion opening for Ig at the Palladium in the 80s and thought much the same thing, but then, fuck, I ain't the biggest punk fan on Bog's green Earth, so…).
Cool freak-out, mosh, slam dance, headbang recreational stuff, I guess, but great music? Not so much. There were a lot of five-chord two-speed bands in the movement (All, f'rinstance, being one of them) back in that day, and I still ignore most of 'em. No doubt such groups were great for getting wasted to and exhausted over during a long drunken weekend, but pop 'em in the stereo? Don't think so. I like more meat on my rock bones, so I suggest you pass this one by and check out the new Chrome Cranks release (here) instead.
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