
Frizbee Sour Kisses cassette
Indianapolis femme-punks FRIZBEE lived fast and died young, with Sour Kisses serving as the tombstone marking the end of the project’s two-year run. It’s nine tracks worth of noisy and raucous art-garage played with a borderline hardcore intensity (and short attention span) not dissimilar to last decade’s brat pack of UK bands like GOOD THROB, FRAU, and WOOLF, as interpreted by four Midwestern women in a post-Lumpy Records context. Vocalist Maude’s conversational but deeply caustic lyrics cut straight to the chase, lining up targets with zero ambiguity—see the repeated demands to “Give me back my own space” in “Evil Eye,” or the rhetorical taunt of ”Tell me why I’m burning at both ends” from “Defective”—with seriously blazing guitar and a claustrophobic, pinned-VU bass/drums pummel perfectly mirroring that vitriol. If you’re going out, might as well go scorched earth; FRIZBEE certainly did.