Remember Allison Goldfrapp?  After coming to fame collabing with Tricky, she swung for the stars on her self-titled project, repping herself as a powerful sexbeast.  Just a force of supernature that could pull the world down to her level and make everybody want to fuck in an unreasonable way.

As it turned out, this was not sustainable.  She went sing-songy mellow fizz on subsequent albums.  Hey, energy is finite.

Well.  The archetype of Queen Sexbeast might be hard to maintain, but a different kind of energy came out of a distant colony, when Amyl and the Sniffers were born.  Amy Taylor has not dropped the bombast yet, even if there are a few mellow tracks laced in for a breather during long sets.  Good job, Amy.

But what’s up with that hairstyle?  She was only rocking it for a short time, but it’s more typically associated with lesbians these days.  Maybe Amy got tired of disappointing the nice ladies with her heterrible ways.

Call it a mange mullet.  Just taking the concept of a mullet, which used to be romantic and fierce to the mans what rocked it, and making it look like a mistake, like the result of problems and scissors.  Observe the mousier member of this amurrican band:

These are just some songs in my mix lately, and the hair jumped out at me.  And that reminded me of a song I haven’t heard in years, that I absolutely fucking love.  Did you know how many words for mullet there are?  Allow the Vandals to enumerate them.

I had a mullet for a minute when I was about thirteen (1989), because my dad wanted to “get the hair out of my eyes.”  I glared at him so hard when I came out of the barber that he never made me get a haircut again, and I had more uniformly long hair from then until I went bald at the age of twenty-two.

Just the same, I do love Queensrÿche.  Tempted to throw some Richard Marx on here to demo serious mullet action, but I can’t make myself do it.  Queensrÿche, on the other hand… bottoms up.

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