She Rides / Dripping Slits: Split 7"
From the label:ŒæTwo minutes hate? Thatäó»s what got us here! Thereäó»s nothing exactly WRONG with it, but two minutes of hate is pretty 1984. Here in our far-flung future, what we need is something better, and with this Crucial Fix split 7äó_, we have it: seven inches and ten minutes RAGE. She Rides brings a narrow-eyed, tight-jawed spit-shout to the partyäóñamong twin-guitar brambles stalk and careen haunted, hunted proclamations in äóìGrease in the Wheelsäó?. äó?Riding headfirst,äó? you hear, but you knew it already, because the guitars told you. Eventually the breakdown comes and youäó»re told äóìthe partyäóñneveräóñstopsäó? by a man whose voice makes it crystal-meth clear that this is just a brute fact, with no good or bad to be had. äó?Rage Foreveräó? sounds like a tornado wrecking a prisonäóñuntil the gears shift into some good-spirited stomp-rock. Think like Godzilla celebrating. Or King Kong partying. This is music that will crash your club and steal your drugs. This is music that can take a punch. The other side gives you Dripping Slits, who whip a darker frenzy still. A glorious racket that probably pukes twice before deciding itäó»s ready to go out on a Friday night. Writhing, spasming, absolutely frenzied music, hurling itself at and through any restraints or impedimentsäóñäó?Soul Fooläó? is hardly buying what youäó»re selling about hitting rock bottom, and äóìLetäó»s Get Roughäó? knows for sure that the best place for your skirt is balled up in its fist. If you show up alone, these Dripping Slits songs will seduce you, guaranteed (with no sense of shame). Dripping Slits will show you a long night, with empty bottles and ever-lower levels. No telling what youäó»ll find when you come to, though.