This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If The B-52’s went bad bad bad and joined up with Yeah Yeah Yeahs, they might sound as fun fun fun as Toronto’s Sick Lipstick.
And if they borrowed their gear from Brooklyn indie weirdoes The Liars and tried to learn some songs by no wave funkateers The Contortions, what you’d end up with might sound as weird weird weird as Sick Lipstick’s first album Sting Sting Sting. Fueled by the impatient splatter and clatter of the drums, spurred by the angry bees-nest buzz of the guitars, topped by the adolescent temper tantrums and ring-around-the-rosey rhymes of singer Lindsey Gillard — actually, better make that vocalist — wonderfully named tracks like Thigh-Master I’m Yr. Master, Knit-Stitch / Crotch Itch and She’s Got A Broken Femur hop, skip and jump about willy-nilly, only to ultimately fall somewhere between playground rhymes and riot grrrrl anthems. In a word: Neat neat neat.
