Perfect Pussy’s Awesome Noise

Wednesday, middle of the week, time for some awesome noise. Perfect Pussy played their first show on a (inter)national stage recently when they were part of NPR Music’s SXSW showcase. Through all the noise, shouting, and feedback it is a really charming live performance. Especially the stage presence of singer Meredith Graves is undeniably amazing, even on tape.

Meredith Graves is also awesome, outspoken, and feminist off the stage. She and her bandmates took on their home scene of Syracuse, severely criticizing the sexism, racism, and homophobia in the hardcore community, with the backlash that is to be expected. The article about it on gives a good look into the scene:

Meredith Graves did actually host a forum on sexism in the Syracuse music scene earlier this year. On the website, Graves and the rest of Perfect Pussy defended their criticisms, arguing that they were aimed towards specific subsets of the hardcore community and not the scene in general. But the forum’s medley of violent, sexist statements did little to help her cause. One Syracuse performer who told a local media outlet that there were “no traces of homophobia, racism or sexism in Syracuse hardcore” described Perfect Pussy as “a bunch of fags” and implied that he wanted to punch Graves in the face for “running her mouth.”

 ”No one in Syracuse has ever taken my opinion seriously before,” Graves told in response to the backlash. “Now all of a sudden I go off and say a couple of really mean things and bring on this maelstrom.“ 

Their noise punk isn’t something for everybody, but based on their full length, the live show above, and their public persona, the hype is well deserved.

When Jimmy Page was rocking, I didn’t think he was rocking for guys. But there were definitely some bands I felt that way about, where I wasn’t invited to rock along with them. Like the white T-shirt, hardcore punk white guys. They were way meaner than the heavy metal bands and way meaner than some huge Harley Davidson guy with a beard who liked blues. When me and Kelley would get together and play these country songs at bars and truckstops, those big Harley Davidson guys would cry, man, it would move them. Whereas those white T-shirt hardcore boys were very hung up about what girls could do, in bands or otherwise … Now you’ve got guys like Ian MacKaye “saving” girls from the mosh pit. Hey man, fuck you. Girls know what they’re doing when they get in the pit. They don’t need you to save them.

Kim Deal, The Breeders Leader Gets Pissed (Spin Magazine, April 1995)

Priests: Leave Me Alone

I discovered this great, howling song via NPR All Songs Considered’s CMJ episode. I wanted to describe it as “Joy Division and X-Ray Spex formed a riot grrrl band,” but that would be hack and not really adequate for a band as political, radical, and anti-(music)-establishment as the band from Washington, D.C. [They released the song as part of a tour-only cassette called Tape Two, for Christ’s sake.] Now I don’t have a better description, damnit, especially since music critic Maria Sherman already called them “as ‘a female-fronted, arty proto-punk band,’ reminiscent of the District’s bustling ’80s punk scene” on NPR. They’re punk as punk should be, and more hardcore than any thick breakdown could ever be.

Mixtapes: I Accept That

I’m picking up those pieces well
This night has gone to hell
And we’re all, “Let’s talk about the past, back when we were made to last”

My god, Mixtapes, where’ve you been all these years? This song makes me want to rewind the last 5 years; reaffirms me that there is no need to.

Reach Out To You by Adventures

I recently discovered this song by Adventures on the No Sleep Records free spring sampler. And it’s just the kind of indie/core song I’ve been looking for at the  moment. I love it. Get the EP on bandcamp for half-a-pint.

Big Nils is a young punk band featuring Coco Gordon Moore, the teen age daughter of Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth, obvsly.) And that’s just what they sound like. She/they must be sick of that kind of introduction by now. But I couldn’t help myself. 

Stream the album or buy it for just 5 bucks at bandcamp.

(via rote raupe)