Toxic Lipstick
Prisoner Of Hormones

Peakers and tweakers alike unite! Australia’s original ecky-jawed badgirls are back with their second full-length, jammed to the brim with foul ’n’ feisty skag-tech rapdowns and bangin’ carnivalesque delights. These teen idols are ill at ease spewing giggly rushes of crass peer group pressure over BPM rapidfire and mongoloid 8-bit brutality. They wrangle themes of incest and cow birth on ‘Cuntry Lovin’’ and squeal on heat for chaos and man-meat throughout ‘Put It In’, which surges like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring Mortal Kombat porn. ‘Tracey’s Slumba Party’ is included on this disc as well as on their excellent debut – with overworked smartchord arrangements and a sing-song vocal delivery, Toxic Lipstick are somehow able to make ‘poon’ seem like the most relevant word in the English language. Forever young, these globe-trotting marvels present the Australian youth experience through a hot pink lens, aiming digital guns at a mile-long shitlist of disillusioned yet totally hot sluzzas and bevans. Puberty is a battlefield.

by Adrian Trajstman