Now we’re talking! This is a band I could get behind. Literally. Four hot, tattooed ladies with very, very pretty mouths. For singing, of course. BurningAngel sent me a dozen CDs today and this, by far, is my favorite to look at. After five minutes of staring, I still couldn’t decide which girl I most wanted to see naked. I’m leaning towards the one all the way to the left, bassist Jacqui Valentine. She has the type of top and hips that talk to me. Yet the brunette lead singer, Ms. Liza Graves, looks very dark and mysterious which tends to lend itself to being a very dirty girl. The redheaded guitar player, Suzy Homewrecker, is like, “Ungh! Na na na na!” Redheads are firecrackers in the sack. They can’t even help it. It’s like this uncontrollable superpower that will one day destroy the earth. But look at coy little blonde drummer, Danni Harrowyn. She has a secret. I can tell. What’s your secret, Danni? I bet it’s quite naughty.

You look at this photo of these sex kittens and you tell me which you would choose. You can’t decide, right? I couldn’t either and that’s why I decided to see them all naked and see if that helped me decide who my favorite was. As you can seen (from the photos attached to this review), I do not know how to use Photoshop. Even if I did, I don’t think I could make a decision. I love them all.

In an on-going attempt to control me and pretend like they (Joanna and her assistant, Jojo) are the dominatrixes in this sick S&M relationship, Jojo said, “Maybe add just a little tidbit about the music, Chris...like maybe even how they're opening for Rancid this month? And how they’re really good.”

And Joanna added: “Can I just get one line about the music? It won't ruin the review and it wont ruin your image, and your creativity will not be impeded! I swear. Just humor me and tell me you listened to the cd and liked it. Or you can say the music wasn't that good but their hotness made up for it. Really. Just one line! That’s all I’m asking for! And did you put tape on your monitor? That’s not good for the monitor!” Again I will comply: it’s a band of hot chicks singing to me. How can they not be good, if I listen with my heart?