The Fatswine - All The Fatswines
Canada’s PCT Musique label recently re-released All The Fatswines, which first dropped in 2017.
The Fatswine
The Fatswine are a female fronted punk rock outfit from Toulouse, France. Formed in 2015, when members of two local bands – Les Bigoodies and Fecouffes Fifmiques – hooked up with vocalist Mandy Boule, The Fatswine quickly made a sonic impact with their blend of melodic punk and riot grrrl ingredients.
Boule fine-tuned her vocal chops while fronting Mandybowlz & The Turbosuckers, which in its three-year existence cut a demo and played fifty concerts.
At the current juncture, The Fatswine is hard at work on a new EP, slated to drop on the PCT Musique label later this years. The band is made up of Manu, David, Antoine, and Mändy B.
Embracing five tracks, the EP opens with the title track, riding tight, buff guitars and a rampaging rhythm provided by paroxysmal drums and a thrumming bass line. Boule’s voice, slightly nasal and full of rasping riot grrrl energy, secures the song’s ferocious momentum.
And Boule’s voice smolders with vicious tangs of color, leaving a smear of distaste on her lips.
“Now” opens on thrash metal sounding guitars and stellar syncopated percussion flowing into a skintight, breakneck, totally punked-out tune. Sharp backing harmonies add depth and dimension, and are slightly reminiscent of The Offspring. A delicious breakdown features raging dirty guitars and rumbling Thor-like drums, followed by a searing guitar solo. Boule struts her wicked timbres on this song.
On “Apart,” Boule takes the grating quality of her voice to new levels, injecting the lyrics with sneering colors and scrumptious riot grrrl textures. This song is raw and full of pummeling energy.
“Let’s Go” rides growling guitar riffs that skip and grind with supercharged tones, as Boule unleashes her snarling, fulminating tones, ripping the air to pieces. Boule’s voice reminds me of Billy Corgan at his mocking, condescending best.
“No Control” winds it up and turns it loose, expelling nuclear-powered oomph atop a pounding, galvanizing rhythm. And Boule’s voice smolders with vicious tangs of color, leaving a smear of distaste on her lips.
Wow! All The Fatswines punches with beau coup force and sheer magnitude. The Fatswine really hold it down on this EP.
