Los Angeles The Linda Lindas are one of those 'kid band phenomenons' that come along once in a while. With four core female Asian-American and Latino members aged between 11 and 17. They operate in the Riot Girl tradition, part Bikini Kill, part Sleater Kinney,part Runaways, part Josie & The Pussycats.
Their debut album Growing Up, just out, is pure delight. Ten tracks of Rock & Roll, shrill, sweet and full of fun. Don't ask me. Ask Thurston Moore, Kathleen Hannah, Tom Morello or Flea who have all publicly endorsed what they do. They came to general notice a couple of years ago with Racist, Sexist, Boy a tale of Lockdown related identity rage.
Every track of Growing Up owes some DNA to The Ramones and this is intended as the highest compliment possible. It's highly infectious. Part of the joy of the record is the fact that The Linda Lindas are so young of course. But the songs here are so well contstructed the joy and visceral intent s evident that there's every indication that they might hang around for a while.
They even slow the mood down midway through for Cuantas Veces and that works too. Of course there's a cartoonish quality to much of this, (check out the album sleeve), but that has long been an essential part of the Rock & Roll tradition since the days of Punk Magazine and beyond. Like I said Josie & the Pussycats.
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