The region where male sexual fantasies become tormenting nightmares is where the rock and roll quartet known as the Glamour Pussies make their home. It is a place where male potency discovers its limits. It is where the titillating becomes repulsive and thus becomes titillating once again. The Glamour Pussies don't preach "Girl Power," but instead preach "Pussy Power" or the "Power of the Pussy" and this power cannot be denied. The Glamour Pussies place their vaginas squarely on their shoulders and dare you to knock 'em off.
Behind the punk rock guitars and the screeching vocals of Terra Newastle (neé Tigger LeTwang), this band starts to soften up the crowds that gather to see them for one final thrust. Club goers are pulled up onto the stage and are whipped, beaten, battered and humiliated by this musical combo, but they still come back for more and bring friends to witness the spectacle of perversion. Dildos are brandished, pants are pulled, breasts are bared and the privates are made painfully public. Even liberal and free wheeling San Francisco has managed to be shocked by these women, but they are still considered the highlight of 1998's "Folsom Street Fair" anyway. No moral standards, dirty little secrets, or sexual taboos can stop the Glamour Pussies' all out, balls out, rock & roll assault on common decency.
