Thursday, December 04, 2003
Album: 99 Cents
Artiste: Chicks on Speed
Q magazine proclaimed 2003 as the year of cock rock, where classioc rock is given a swaggering tribute with male bands like kings of leon, black rebel motorcycle club, the darkness; and let’s not forget the overrated the strokes.
But hey, what about the gurls? Has Q conveniently forgotten them? Their 2003 best of the year 18 tracks compilation features 0 and I mean zero female artistes. Rock and roll has always been a sexist playground despite what the industry wants itself to believe. I still can’t get over the fact that Patti Smith was passed over last year at the rock and roll hall of fame.
And now, this? How could the hags at Q leave out Chicks on Speed ? Peaches? Yeah Yeah Yeahs? By the way, I’m still waiting for Fatherfucker from Borders and hopefully, made it into my year end list.
I can’t begin to say how deluded Q has been this year. Saying this is the year of cock rock is to do the ladies an injustice. In fact, this is the year of the women and they have definitely been faring better this year than the boys.
And Chicks on Speed is one band you cannot miss. Their latest album, 99 cents is a hoot, a gas, a romp, an out and out rock album. Call it Electroclash or whatever you like but they are so playful it doesn’t matter whether you are a bra bruning feminist or not; and if you play them too often, they might even make you wet.
Still on the subject of rock and roll, these girls consider themselves as much a riot as their counterparts – Peaches, which explains why their duet or shouting match in “We don’t play guitars” are as hell bent cheekier than other three piece trad band. Using tapes and keyboards (in which they continued to in other tracks) are equally good, if not, better.
“Wordy Rapping Hood” sounds like an idiotic Ketchup song (yes we are talking about the inane song on hot radio airplay) at first but these chicks have brains like balls to squeeze out funnier lyrics; that well, basically tell you what words could do. Case in point, “Words are like a certain person/ Who can't say what they mean/ Don't mean what they say”
And just in case you think they are having too much fun, they know their predicament, that the more famous they become, the greater the possibility that they will, errrrr... “Sellout”. which is why they advocate, “Do it to yourself before its done to you”
Culture Vulture is for those who thinks TV is crap. Chicks on Speed mouths, “I use sensation to get my stimulation/ My stimulation it spells sensation”
You don’t have to look far or too deep to like Chicks on Speed. They are a spoof upon themselves ranting about marketing that has been shamelessly rammed down our throat so that we continue being duped to buy things we don’t need in the first place. These aren’t chicks with dicks but hey they sure have balls. No guitars? what the fuck. They made more sense than your overrated male cock rock guitar bands.
Artiste: Chicks on Speed
Q magazine proclaimed 2003 as the year of cock rock, where classioc rock is given a swaggering tribute with male bands like kings of leon, black rebel motorcycle club, the darkness; and let’s not forget the overrated the strokes.
But hey, what about the gurls? Has Q conveniently forgotten them? Their 2003 best of the year 18 tracks compilation features 0 and I mean zero female artistes. Rock and roll has always been a sexist playground despite what the industry wants itself to believe. I still can’t get over the fact that Patti Smith was passed over last year at the rock and roll hall of fame.
And now, this? How could the hags at Q leave out Chicks on Speed ? Peaches? Yeah Yeah Yeahs? By the way, I’m still waiting for Fatherfucker from Borders and hopefully, made it into my year end list.
I can’t begin to say how deluded Q has been this year. Saying this is the year of cock rock is to do the ladies an injustice. In fact, this is the year of the women and they have definitely been faring better this year than the boys.
And Chicks on Speed is one band you cannot miss. Their latest album, 99 cents is a hoot, a gas, a romp, an out and out rock album. Call it Electroclash or whatever you like but they are so playful it doesn’t matter whether you are a bra bruning feminist or not; and if you play them too often, they might even make you wet.
Still on the subject of rock and roll, these girls consider themselves as much a riot as their counterparts – Peaches, which explains why their duet or shouting match in “We don’t play guitars” are as hell bent cheekier than other three piece trad band. Using tapes and keyboards (in which they continued to in other tracks) are equally good, if not, better.
“Wordy Rapping Hood” sounds like an idiotic Ketchup song (yes we are talking about the inane song on hot radio airplay) at first but these chicks have brains like balls to squeeze out funnier lyrics; that well, basically tell you what words could do. Case in point, “Words are like a certain person/ Who can't say what they mean/ Don't mean what they say”
And just in case you think they are having too much fun, they know their predicament, that the more famous they become, the greater the possibility that they will, errrrr... “Sellout”. which is why they advocate, “Do it to yourself before its done to you”
Culture Vulture is for those who thinks TV is crap. Chicks on Speed mouths, “I use sensation to get my stimulation/ My stimulation it spells sensation”
You don’t have to look far or too deep to like Chicks on Speed. They are a spoof upon themselves ranting about marketing that has been shamelessly rammed down our throat so that we continue being duped to buy things we don’t need in the first place. These aren’t chicks with dicks but hey they sure have balls. No guitars? what the fuck. They made more sense than your overrated male cock rock guitar bands.
