Whee. More Los Angeles grrl rock. Move over Go Betty Go, here comes something cheesier. Actually, come back Go Betty Go, because you’re much poppier than Civet, and that’s what I like.
Civet actually sounds more like L7 than, say, The Randies, and unlike 15 years ago, this is refreshing. There’s finally a dearth of Pennywise knockoffs, and that’s all the name dropping I am going to do in this review.
“Hell Hath No Fury” is Civet’s debut disc on Hellcat. Civet’s members are exceedingly hot, except they have entirely too many tattoos. Has their past been that traumatic that they need all that ink, or are they afraid they will be in the middle of a term paper and run out of pens? But I know. It’s an image. And it works.
I like “Son of a Bitch.” It has that L7 feel even more than the other songs, and it reminds me of my own procrastinated term papers. The college kids better be eating this shit up, or I will set them straight. This is the way we used to rock, and it’s the way that the kids ought to be rocking now.
I am partial to “1989.” It reminds me of Fabulous Disaster. (I can’t help myself.) According to the band’s promotional material, “Bad Luck,” “Gin and Tonic” and “You Don’t Know Me” have profanity, but somehow, “Son of a Bitch” and “Hell Hath No Fury” do not. Weird. B-
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