July 8, 2009

You know what I’m sick of? Apart from this weather. And getting up when it’s dark, and leaving work when it’s dark. I’m sick of punk rock being of huge motherfucking bro-down. For some inexplicable reason it’s starting to grate that there is a massive lack of female representation in this genre, moreso than any other brand of music I can think of. To prove a point, I flicked through the nearest Blunt Magazine this afternoon and found just two pictures of someone sporting a pair of breasts (perpetual hermaphrodite, Marilyn Manson not inclusive).

We have a tiny inset of Brody Dalle in recognition of her fine efforts with Spinnerette and what appears to be a female guitarist in a Florida death metal band, Success Will Write Apocalypse Across The Sky and she’s immediately dismissed due to that god-awful band name. That’s it. That’s all we have. Why does punk rock continue to be such an epic sausagefest?

If my experiences at gigs (particularly a recent Warped Tour visit) are any indication, the genre sports a very healthy contingent of female fans, so why are they not contributing?

My voice sounds like a donkey with a throat infection but fuck it, I’m starting a band. Seeking guitarists, bassist and drummer, must like Against Me, Hot Water Music, a cheeky dash of punk pop, with a modest fondness for Huey Lewis and the News and massive hardcore breakdowns. Anyone?