Now I’m fucking ANGRY. What the fuck has happened to Punk Rock in the 21st century? Why have people stopped believing that punk rock means EVERYTHING? That it’s worth fighting for. That it’s worth LIVING for? Why do people insist on diluting the music and the ideology that keeps my heart beating? Where’s the danger, the passion, the politics, the thrills, the anger? Hebe are yet another bunch of safe, dumb weekender-punk boys fresh outta the Blink 182 academy who make me want to pull my fingernails out one by one. Sure, they can play fast and loud yet ultimately they’re as confrontational as a dead hamster and about as subversive as a satsuma. They play a selection of note-perfect covers by Green Day, Blink 182 (naturally) and Abba. Ooh aren’t they cool and kitsch and ironic? FUCK OFF! It’s a shame because their last song, one of their own compositions, is fucking *ACE* – melodies swiped from Millencolin in the dead of night and slinky, scuzzy bass lines borrowed from the Trail of Dead. It *means* something. It’s honest and intelligent and exciting and just a little bit sensitive. Oh, how I want to sneak into these kids bedrooms one night and swap their Blink 182 records for some Clash and Pistols and Fugazi and Ramones and At the Drive In…

The Suffrajets are three spunky young women from North London with the world at their feet and the stars in reach. Trust me, they are going to be MASSIVE. What I *love* about this band is the fact that they don’t let their youth or their gender get in the way of the music they’re making. They don’t give a FUCK. From the minute they stride onto the stage in their combat trousers, pick up their guitars and rip into ‘Hello World’ we’re BATTERED into submission – big, BIG riffs, raw-as-skin-scraped-on-sandpaper vocals, tribal Babes In Toyland-esque drums and tunes you can take your clothes off and DIVE into! You know when something’s so good, so inspiring, so SPECIAL it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end? That’s what their skuzzed up rock ‘n’ roll will do to *you* baby! The Babes In Toyland comparisons may seem obvious – 3 girls playing punky guitar-led rock muzik – BUT it’s hard not to be reminded of Kat Bjelland and her gang when The Suffrajets are in full flight. The difference is that these riot grrrls are a step away from being the interstellar rock ‘n’ roll stars that, heartbreakingly, their US peers failed to become – positive, female guitar-heroes for the future, rock ‘n’ roll ICONS. It’s about fucking time. By the time the last dirty chords of ‘Allergy’ are ringing out through the Arena the kids are clamouring for dropped plectrums and set lists and the non-believers at the back are looking on in AWE. Who says girls can’t rock??? C’mon and say it if you DARE.