Pussy Whipped

Review

The inspired amateur caterwaul of a thousand zine dreams, more convincing than the boys’ version even if it isn’t as good as it ought to be or as right on as it thinks it is. By now male hardcore bands feel obliged to at least master the fast four-four, which has its advantages but ends up formulaic. This music scorns all rules–there’s no way to prepare for it. The primitive tunes stick like peanut butter to the barbed-wire sound, and while Kathleen Hanna stays calm on her love song ”For Tammy Rae,” she prefers to break her lyrics down into preverbal emotion–the big-dick grunts of ”Sugar,” the can’t-come screams of ”Star Bellied Boy,” the scratch-your-eyes-out ululations of ”Li’l Red.” Ideological though their rage may be, it comes off rooted rather than received or rote, so they scare people. If I were young enough to have girlfriend problems, I might scrounge around for ad feminine putdowns myself. –Robert Christgau

A more experimental follow-up from these punk rock furies. While there’s still lots of vitriol, the songs are more varied and even catchy. ”Rebel Girl” is a manifesto just waiting to be discovered, and the rest of the album sees the band occasionally adding fun to their recipe for punk chaos. A good starting point. –All Music Guide