Cheap Perfume

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Cheap Perfume Don’t Care. Didn’t Ask. CD

Sometimes it’s best to say what you mean and not hide behind being clever or poetic. That’s a strength you notice early in on this full-length from Colorado Springs’ CHEAP PERFUME. Front and center is Stephanie Byrne’s holler, and she is almost more of a sloganeer than a lyricist. Backed by a solid band, the overall gestalt is somewhere in the riot grrrl and ’90s skate punk sound that is squarely defiant against a right-wing government gone as insane as it ever has. There’s no confusing the band’s politics, and depending on your appetite for “telling it like it is,” there’s a lot to like here. Co-vocalist/guitarist Jane No’s harmonies bring a lot to the table as well, with a breezier, more melodic delivery that compliments Byrne’s voice well. This album reminds me of Melbourne, Australia’s PINCH POINTS. It’s heartening to hear energetic punks standing straight down the barrel of crumbling dystopia and not flinching.

Cheap Perfume Burn It Down LP

I’ve got a coworker who totally wears way too much cheap perfume. She practically showers in it, and I have to give her a wide berth whenever we pass in the hallway so I don’t suffer a headache the rest of the day. This record is the antithesis of that anecdote—it’s something that I would happily douse myself in in any setting and never worry about getting migraines. CHEAP PERFUME are a four-piece feminist as fuck band with fast dancey songs about rape culture, virtue signalers, nazi punching, and a JOAN JETT cover. While I feel so incredibly lazy in making this comparison, some of the songs (“Time’s Up” in particular) sound a hell of a lot like BIKINI KILL or LE TIGRE. Definitely has that kinda blown-out, screechy, female howl to the vocals. And yet the next track, “Fauminism,” is taken down several notches and delivered in this bouncy, pop punk, bubblegum package. I’m really into singing sweet harmonies about shitty false feminism. Great record. I love it.

Cheap Perfume Nailed It LP

A remastered vinyl reissue of Colorado Springs’ CHEAP PERFUME’s 2016 debut CD, with fourteen tracks of strong, unapologetic, feminist punk powered by loose, occasionally sludgy and sturdy garage bashing. The lead vocals are pointed and direct, hurling political barbs and jarring take-downs reminiscent of the sharper moments of NAKED AGGRESSION. Echoed and backed by another set of volatile female backup vocals, sometimes shouted, sometimes sung, HEAVENS TO BETSY could be a reference point, but so could the jubilant chaos of ANTI-SCRUNTI FACTION. Like the music, it’s all kept inventive yet simple, recalling lots of different bands (at one song it took awhile for me to finally place what it sounded like—unexpectedly, it was EMPIRE!), but it’s personal in expression, with many different influences but no direct comparisons. The lyrics go between sassy and brutal, assailing sexism, Trump, male expectations of women, navigating relationships, defining consent, and their enunciated clarity pins with the music to make it all shout-along friendly. 300 pressed on red vinyl. The cover is basic but apropos, with a diagram of uterus forming the interior a punk skull!