villains on a break
An LA-based hardcore band by way of San Francisco, the Neighborhood Brats came to L.A., recorded their recently released EP “Total Dementia” at Death Row Records, and torched the meanest Go-Go’s cover of “Lust To Love,” which just so happened to be the closest the Go-Go’s ever got to being a punk band on an album (yes I know, they were originally cheerleaders turned punks, I know). Here is their original demo for "Lust To Love," a cute little pop-punk diddy for sure, but the Neighborhood Brats version is just the opposite (and thank the punk gods for it!).
A Black Flag version of a Go-Go’s tune, the Brats version of “Lust for Love” is comparable to the cuteness of inflamed roadkill on the 405 freeway, two days in, covered in hot rubber and blistering California sun warmth — except faster and much more of an earworm than anything you’d except from a hardcore punk band that bleeds crimson red on the stage, and keeps going, loaded on ginseng pills and caffeine.
Bloody nose, a couple of bruises, and 1-2-3-4 ’70s LA hardcore-tinged aggression, the Hermosa Beach variety, makes these misfits worth a listen. Check out the single "Total Dementia" and take some sedatives before, to be safe, before dipping into this bands amphetamine-laced hardcore noise.
Their lead singer and riot grrrl-influenced DIY punk singer, Jenny Angelillo, also really wants to meet Henry Rollins and chew the fat on Damaged, or perhaps spoken word, or “Get in the Van,” or the L.A. Weekly stuff - who the fuck knows, maybe just Jenny and Henry stuff like doing push-ups, reading Nietzsche, Black Flag tattoos, and hot yoga.
"I just want to play punk rock, drink coffee, get a tan, do push-ups and get rad… You can fucking quote me on that," says Angelillo, who gets compared to Henry Rollins during a pumped up stage performance, which is probably just from watching her mom work out to Jane Fonda aerobic videos, or maybe, just maybe, it’s a perma-punk-trip after accidentally eating horse meat (or maybe it was a cat?) in Liege, Belgium. Who the fuck knows, it works, and who needs flesh when you have hardcore L.A. punk rock turned up to 10!