Thanks to J., I got this link from Russia: Devuchki ne Khotyat Head in the clouds, I was turned all to flesh and desire again yesterday as these three ladies from the Hero-City Saint Petersburg, with their neutron-bomb, Runaways snideness, dropped between my ears (Russian being a language in its cadence so well-suited to a certain vampish and vilifying verbal attitude). Vocals evocative of Joan Jett, fantasies triggered sudden, impious, and violently tyrannical in their monopoly over one’s powers of attention.
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