My first exposure to BIKINI KILL was that horrible spoof Teen Movie atrocity, when a character presumably written to “parody” the feminist movement as a whole (seriously…) snidely remarks that she’s not like other girls because she listens to BIKINI KILL.
At that point I decided that if the idiots responsible for such a heinous excuse for “cinema” were the type who’d make fun of girls who listened to BIKINI KILL, then god dammit, I was going to start listening to BIKINI KILL.
Of course, by that point the pioneers of riot grrrl had broken up and gone their separate ways, leaving behind a back catalogue that guided me through my moody, acne-ridden adolescence, and really gave me a reason to moan that life just wasn’t fair.
Lucky for me, Bikini Kill have made their music digitally available on their website, and have started a record label to maintain their legacy, support the spread of their material, and—hopefully—introduce some newcomers to their punk-y, garage sound, which was largely responsible for the rise of artists like Hole, and influenced artists like The Gossip and Jack Off Jill.
You guys seriously don’t understand how excited my neighborhood is going to be for my reinvigorated love of BIKINI KILL.
Words by Cheryl Billman