This record didn't come out yesterday, or anything. I think it might be two or three years old, and the band's been dissolved and re-vamped a dozen times since then, but I thought I'd mention it anyway. Poontwang saved that dopey Nirvana tribute record earlier this year with their signature brand of snotty girl garage punk, so I wrote to Lori, the cutest Poontwanger, to find out where they've been and where they're going. She sent "Oh Yeah", and left me to my own devices, and when I told her that they sound evil, she just laughed. Sure, it's funhouse, kitchen sink trash rock, like Josie and the Pussycats freaking out on brown acid in the toy piano section of Kids 'R Us, but it's all monster mash flavored, glowing green and zombified, and the recordings are as primitive as the Cramps back when they were still poor. Oh, and all the lyrics are about guys with tiny dicks. Like a Farfisa driven Betty Blowtorch, maybe.