From the band’s very name forward, The Virgin Whores hearken back to a time when punk rock was a lean machine, an innocent, self declared adversary to all things boring and a hungry celebration of all things sinful. In an era where “punk” has come to mean many things, worst of all bands with six word mega-names who release over produced, over written, over conceptualized art rock with overdone haircuts, indecipherable screaming vocals paired with lame duck operatic dirges, and predictable song structures, the Virgin Whores spare no time second guessing the basic tenant of punk.
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