I went to see Warpaint last night at The Loft in Dallas. Their set was like their album: clearly brilliant, but repetitive and boring. At the risk of sounding sexist, it's hard to avoid handicapping a band composed entirely of women--but this is the second time this year that handicapping based on sex has been completely worthless. When she played Sons of Hermann Hall a couple of months ago, Marnie Stern's finger acrobatics proved once and for all that male genitalia confers absolutely no musical benefit.
But what a year for women this is! So far we've had releases from Anne Calvi, Braids, Micachu & The Shapes, Joan as Police Woman, The Joy Formidable, The Kills, No Joy, and Tennis. All of which are excellent albums.