Boundary-Less

This was in the Other Music update I received today. Could it be the most incomprehensible write-up of a band ever?

MIKA MIKO
C.Y.S.L.A.B.F.
(Kill Rock Stars)

Analogy time: if Los Angeles venue The Smell is that metropolis' version of NYC promoter Todd P., then that probably makes Mika Miko, a five-piece ladies auxiliary from way out there, the La-La equivalent of, say, Shellshag or the late, great Tallboys. Within their compactly messy bursts of sound are elements of early Rough Trade acts like LiliPUT or the Raincoats, twisted up with the fierce and jagged blasts of West Coast punk primeval, like the Germs playing Red Kross' 12" EP. Lo-fi, energetic, and over before you know it, C.Y.S.L.A.B.F. carries the torch not only for the last thirty odd years of women in punk, but within the boundary-less freedoms that come with doing it yourself; where the music you play and listen to works with the politics you subscribe to and the culture you inhabit. [Doug Mosurock]


If you are one of the twenty people in America who can untangle these two sentences then I imagine you already have a promo copy of the cd.