Whyte Lipstick Deadbeat cassette
The snotty vocals at the forefront of this Boston garage punk act, with satisfyingly sneering backup, immediately caught my ear. I’ve long lamented the end of MOMMY LONG LEGS, and I’m not saying this sounds like that band one-to-one, but it’s a similar sort of stupid on purpose, “who gives a fuck” garage abandon that fills a well I’ll fill my bucket from every day of the week. The hooks are simple, the production is dry and unflashy in just the right way. There’s a sense of humor, but it’s not cloying, especially on the title track which rollicks along with the emblematic garage beat while celebrating (and lampooning) being a broke-ass dysfunctional punk in love—I mean, but also you should probably dump him. “Why Can’t You Love Me” is another bruised-heart rager with doo wop backing vocals that utterly shreds. Rules.