

There's no fucking around on this record. There's a focus, like this is all a part of a plan or better yet a code. It reminds me of Omar from The Wire. Sleater-Kinney aren't knocking heads in and murdering detractors without good reason. They're merely trying to right the wrongs that exist in their culture. They're trying to survive. Whenever I have to explain why I listen to hip hop, the answer is always the same. Hip hop, to me, is this grand form of storytelling depicting events, emotions, and experiences that I conceivably will never experience. I kind of get the same feeling listening to this. As a white male, I really have no clue what its like to be oppressed or held back based on something so trivial as gender or sex. That being said, I can at least empathize with the frustration that comes from such a predicament.
Given the fact that this record came out in 1997, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that there may be some feminist themes and thoughts spread out through this album. I'm also going to stand firm, and say that I am not the one to dissect and discuss them.
This is what I have gleaned after after some listening sessions. There are words and guitars on this album, and those sounds make me want to push forward.
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