I’m not sure exactly when or how it happened, but at some point in my childhood I began to think I was a white guy trapped in the body of a black girl. And not just any white guy, either—a guitar player in a heavy-metal band.
Reviewed in this issue: Red Aunts, #1 Chicken (Epitaph); Cub, Betti-Cola (Mint); Cibo Matto, “Birthday Cake” b/w “Black Hole Sun”; Liz Phair, Juvenilia (Matador); Team Dresch, Personal Best (Chainsaw/Candy-Ass)