This came out in 2000 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Meet the anti-Britneys — Morgan, Mercedes, Talena and Fallon, the young jezebels of Kittie.
These four teen terrors from London, Ont., met in gym class and decided to form a band, presumably based on their shared love of crimson hair dye, leopard skin and furious riffs. In the tradition of The Runaways and The Donnas, they probably got a record deal before they hit the showers. However, unlike their forebears, Kittie aren’t some leather-and-lace girlie-rock teen gang. These are the ne’er-do-wells from the other side of home room — the loners with home-dyed hair, basement tattoos and maybe a self-inflicted scar or two. The kind of girls who write couplets like, “I look in the mirror — the whore is all I see.” On this thunderous debut, all that angst and self-loathing get projected outward in sonic flamethrowers of black metal, punk thrash and post-grunge that kick so much ass they would make Courtney Love blush even as she beams with pride. You go, girls.
