Seattle-based Lesbian grunge outfit 'The Cunts' released vaginal quantities of music in the early 1990s, some of it actually quite listenable if you turned the volume down to -11.   Having acrimoniously fallen out in 1995 following a dispute about 'feminine products' and bassist Laurie Yell's involvement in the notorious dildogate scandal, the original lineup did manage to reform for one last Sapphic hurrah in late 1998 and split up for the last time while this, their final album was being recorded.   Indeed, several of the tracks were recorded with only one or two members present in the studio; drummer Courtney Gebärmutter had to play several lengthy solos just to remind other artists that The Cunts were still, technically, making an album.   Eventually, with none of the other members wanting to contribute anything further, a lineup of session musicians were brought in to finish the record, hence the name. To this day, Lead Guitarist Juli...

  It's easy to dismiss the Pommes Frites as a bunch of one hit wonders from Chesterfield, simply because they came from Chesterfield and had only one hit single, but that rather misses the point. The album that gave us the seminal 'Down town' and other hits - and by other hits, I mean no other hits - shouldn't have failed to put the Pommes Frites on the musical map. And yet, it did. In that it didn't. Some consider their debut 'The passage of passing time' to be even better. Which it might've been. But the path of least resistance is to simply dismiss the Pommes Frites as a bunch of one hit wonders. From Chesterfield.   Lyricz "My home town Always brings me down And makes me frown You are a clown The shit is brown, In my home town, Which is a down town. A very down town. A very, very down town. A very, very, very down town."   Discographicalz The passage of passing time (1993) Rape Street (1995) Looms (1997)

If you're aged anywhere between 36-and-three-quarters and 37, the chances of you not having this album in your collection are practically nil. In 2004 it was possible to form a band without instruments, without words, without music. Even without band members. All you needed was a name, and that name had to be a single syllable plural, preceded by 'The'. This formula guaranteed success on both sides of the Atlantic and even beneath it, and so it was for The Cocks whose only studio album lasts a mere 27 mindblowing minutes, though this was only slightly shorter than the duration of their career which saw an acrimonious split before the record was even released. Brothers Gary and Owen Frottage later had modest success in Scandinavia with their new outfit, 'The Dicks'.