Our band is no more.
Mike, Dave, Kirsten and Dirk are now in Lions At Your Door .
Hayley is now in CHAINGANG and Tuxedo .
Mike is also in The Golden Age .
Kirsten is also in The Blush Foundation .
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DEBUT EP "LOOK YOUR BEST" OUT NOW - Produced by the oddly alluring Phil Judd of Split Enz, Swingers, Pleated Skirts and various other New Zealander fare and then some not. What a champ. Packaged in a sturdy plastic jewel case.WOWBEAT MAGAZINE LIVE REVIEW
Pinky Tuscadero
Pony, Melbourne
When arty kids get together and make music they can go a number of ways. They can rattle chains into microphones over seas of noise that even Thurston Moore passed on, perform dainty little indie ditties in their cardigans while secretly wishing that Belle & Sebastian hadn't beaten them to the punch ten years ago or they can put all their trendy haircuts together and cook up something that's a big fuck you to everything else around them. I can happily proclaim that Pinky Tuscadero are the latter.
Taking command of the stage at Pony, the Sydney based five-piece unleashed their brand of Art Pop on to the unsuspecting punters who were positioning themselves for the night. Hayley Foster makes for one menacing presence. The front woman worked the audience like the demon love child of Diamanda Galas and The B-52's Kate Pierson, weaving in and out of the crowd like she was out for blood. With her Sax in toe, she built tracks like Frank Sinatra and Priscilla into slow building frenzies that rose and rose till they fell onto Mike Jeffery's kaleidoscopic bass with wild abandon. Much credit has to go to the rest of the band as well for sounding like a fire could break out at any time while still remaining a cohesive musical whole.
Pinky Tuscadero are proof that the Aussie music scene has more to offer than retro rock acts and dull pop princesses. Buy their EP. Support them live. They might just be our only hope.
Reviewer: Ben DaweBEAT MAGAZINE EP REVIEW
Pinky Tuscadero
Look Your Best
(Reverberation)
"This is a band as entertaining as it is diverse, a band that traverses the musical spectrum.
In Frank Sinatra you get the hollering tones of Yoko Ono, Lene Lovich and The B52s, the haunting Goth-rock of Siouxsie and the Banshees, lo-fi garage and Kiernan Boxish jazz punk piano flourishes.
After the jaunty ditty Sellout comes the standout track Priscilla. It encapulates the underground punk fury and fire that led to Slim Moon grabbing a bunch of like-minded converse wearing freaks to set up Kill Rock Stars, the manic beauty of Heavens to Betsy and early Sleater Kinney and the ideological distrust of pop rock convention exemplified by the Make-Up. It's everything that punk rock should be, and can be.
And from there comes Maneating Plant, starting out as a potentially annoying bad 80's rip-off and ending up as a pulsing, punked-up 60's funk blast. The fleeting Nancy rounds out the EP, a rolling trip reminiscent of Bowie's Spiders From Mars, culminating with a reprise of the piano flourish from Frank Sinatra. It's an enigmatic end to a highly entertaining EP. Let's hope there's more to come."BRAG MAGAZINE EP REVIEW
Pinky Tuscadero
Look Your Best
(Reverberation)
There's a lot to recommend this. Not least the name. But above all the usual palaver, the inventive musicianship, unusual arrangements, iconoclastic irreverence and the oh so clever pop culture references, is the mindedness, a certain "fuck you" attitude which has been sadly lacking in contemporary youth culture. Especially given that we live in a time that has been completely dominated by some of the nastiest socio-politico-cultural agendas our country has had to bear witness to. Not that Pinky Tuscadero is in any way political, but at least it doesn't reek of the kind of media savvy, greedy desire to please whichever particular demographic they happen to be sucking up to. A trait which seems to poison just about every release that comes across my desk. Cool.