Wetdog

Frauhaus is like an itch you don't want to scratch. For the album's bite-sized 30-minute duration, London-based trio Wetdog jabs, plods, and stammers out some of the best jaunty female post-punk since The Slits or The Raincoats. And while its fair to say that Wetdog exist in the spirit of these pioneering groups, they're not here to pay homage. To compartmentalize them in such an air-tight micro-genre would be to assume that these ladies subconsciously desire to be a cover band. A more apt description of Wetdog would place them alongside like-minded yet essentially dissimilar contemporaries such as Vivian Girls or Micachu.