Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Finally Punk, "Missile"
Tantrum anthem par excellence. Before their extant hiatus, these girls slapped together an album of short conniptions on penguins, piranhas, cacti, and gout. Spun at 78, "Missile" would approach Chipmunk power violence; as it stands, FP churns a messy oom-pah beneath indignant faux-puerile rantings, and it's fun, fun, fun. This is my house!