12 Songs, 29 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Tacocat know that fun is much more effective than anger, a credo that the Seattle feminist punks stick to on their third album. Their garage rock sound has mellowed a little, but their lyrics are still spunky as ever, railing about periods, the tech bros who ruin their city, bad boyfriends and mansplainers, and singing the praises of X Files lead Dana Scully, horses, night swimming, and on “Leisure Bees,” six dollar wine and wearing pyjamas “'til the end of time.” It's hard to argue with their stump speech.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Tacocat know that fun is much more effective than anger, a credo that the Seattle feminist punks stick to on their third album. Their garage rock sound has mellowed a little, but their lyrics are still spunky as ever, railing about periods, the tech bros who ruin their city, bad boyfriends and mansplainers, and singing the praises of X Files lead Dana Scully, horses, night swimming, and on “Leisure Bees,” six dollar wine and wearing pyjamas “'til the end of time.” It's hard to argue with their stump speech.

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