Poor li’l Le Shok. Their arrival into Anytown, USA signaled the descent of the Romulan armada and a call to arms for any available teenager whose haircut came complete with a chinstrap. Adding further insult to injury, they were maligned by scenesters for their affinity with local, quality trim and hipsters were similarly irked by the hype and instant collectability of their records. So sad, really.
In a time when most style bands were tormented by time signatures and dairy products, these guys were citing Teengenerate, Red Cross, and the Delta 5 as reference points. Granted, not everything they touched was golden—I’d say about 38% of their recorded output is probably worthwhile, but that’s still a notch above most bands, especially within the context of the late 90s and the substrata these guys dwelled in. Don't begrudge 'em cuz of those lacquered bangs.
This, their second solo 45, is their finest moment. Yeah, that split is surprisingly good, but this single captures them at their peak. There’s more than enough Gang of Four / Screamers damage to render these recordings way more passable than most anything released during a notoriously dismal spell.
300 copies were initially pressed on pink: 151 with the standard sleeve (kiped directly from The Decline), 99 with the fancy sleeve, and 50 with the really fancy sleeve. There were other pressings, but they’re all later, so who cares. AA Songs: She Prefers Whips / Queen Bee vs. Killer Bee
