What do Fabulous Disaster sound like? Imagine sweet, sweet harmonies slipping effortlessly into torn, fishnet stockings of punk. They bring the fire. In their pants. Imagine an all-girl band that actually rehearses. Imagine an-all girl group that plays tighter than a rhino-sized butt plug shoved in a gnats ass who don’t just stare at their instruments and plink. Imagine an all-girl group that uses vowels when spelling and knows how to twist the volume knob. Imagine a band that smells good and plays hard as fuck. It s all about sweet devastation and smeared lipstick. You don’t even need a GED to get the gist of what they re singin about; songs skid and flicker like a pinball back and forth between revenge, gettin some, love gone wrong, getting run over by Volvos, and spiders, to good old fashioned angst.

Ever wonder what would have happened if Pete Shelley of The Buzzcocks got whacked aside the head, slashed by a broken beer bottle, had his blood mingled with both Jane Drano and Dottie Danger of the Go-Go’s *, and through the miracle of DNA science, Beth Allen of the Loudmouths could clone a band/army out of her uterus? Wonder no longer. Fabulous Disaster has filled that test tube!

Yeah, but are they tougher than the Donnas? Have half of the Donnas been in jail? (Lynda was in the all-girl band, Inside Out, who not only cranked out a Peel Session but happened to be the first all-female band to play Eastern Europe after the wall came down.)