Blame it on the Girl

With all the great bands to have emerged from the Seattle scene, the time has finally come for it to it deliver something so un-sceney, so free and pure and straight-up, they seem almost like the grunge scene’s precious love child---where there is something familiar in the eyes, in the soul, and you know who their mama is, but you don’t quite know who their daddy could be. They are the kind of band one might have ran into at the Whiskey A Go-Go in the sixties, or maybe a band your mother ran into in a park when she was younger, and surprised herself by stripping off her clothes and letting it all go...

Forget the fine wines. Forget the fancy hors d'oeuvres. Forget the suicidal shots of Everclear that leave you with a headache the next day. Blame it on the Girl is your dependable,favored meal of Garlic fries, a burger, and a fine, seasonal beer.
- Megan Clark