It’s hard to tell from her press photo, but Julie Christmas is a hottie. By which I mean that her vocal style burns. The Brooklyn native’s solo debut, The Bad Wife, will be available on November 9th, 2010, from Rising Pulse Records. Just in time to buy it for all the Lorena Bobbit types on your X-Mas list.
Christmas has been a part of underground bands like Battle of Mice and Spylacopa (along with folks from The Dillinger Escape Plan, Candiria and Isis), so you know you’re in for unusual angry hardcore. That’s a given. What you might not expect is a voice that sounds adorable even while she’s doing her best to grab your earlobes and crack your chin into her knee. Power, people, that’s what I’m talking about. Like Bjork on her bloodiest day. This album will kick you in the head and drop you to the curb.
Like all good hardcore, it’s not just a bunch of screaming and fuzz. That’s what you find in bad hardcore. This is art. Raw, naked, passionate, and on fire. And she can do slow and sultry, too, sounding like Pat Benetar off the leash and drunk as Hell, looking for a man to f–k then eat. Or eat then f–k. Or whatever.
When God made rock and roll, this is what he really meant.
