Reviews

THE NME By Bamian Brighton Well, the new supergroup to emerge from the seedy underground of the internaitonal rock scene would appear to be Rukaland. A band that was formed by a group of people who had never met each other, that are surprisingly good. Consisting of a strong guitar section and percussion (oddly enough, provided by a south American drunkard, these girls seem to have a lot of everything, except the girl band image. Yes, they are intelligent and they play thier own instruments. So now you don't have to feel guilty about perving on a bunch of girls in a poster above your desk, for they have rock cred. But anyway, their performance that I attended was great. The lead singer had just enough of the 'cum hither vibe', but not too much of the 'I'm a skanky ho, everyone's had a piece of me' feel, which I appreciated. The guitar section, consisting of some weirdos in glitter, cargos and what appeared to be a tent made of paisley, were amusing, with a great deal of sarcastic jabs directed at the fuckwits of the audience who insisted on displaying thier gratitude with calls of "show us yer tits". But the drummer obliged.