Album review by Temmuz from Secondhand Underpants
Glitoris is a serious band; they are on a very important mission. You can feel this seriousness all through their last album The Policy, not despite, but because of the table-turning mockery and the abundance of childish screams and roars in their steady-as-a-rock songs. They are showing us how to play that hard game of feministing the ideas around rock-music-musicianship that never stops imagining the act of rocking-heavy in the shape of a male-body. They are musically connected (very closely) to the traditional masculinist tendencies in the rock music genre, but that never has to be a bad thing especially when you are unravelling the problems with these traditions.
In fact, their politically charged and angrily feminist style is amalgamated in these musical connections, underlining the constructed-ness of the whole genre. For example, their genre-bending tendencies made me want to listen to Faith No More’s King for a Day… Fool for a Lifetime; or, the epic-ness and catharsis-craving structures of the songs (also my favorites) like The Policy (the hit of the album with all that orchestral bigness) and Dipping My Wick (orgasmic guitar solos have never been this satirical!) remind me of some progressive rock crescendo.
Their musical influences seem to be coming from a lot of different places within the huge map of rock music which makes the album full of surprises. They render the genre conventions 100% critical, not only by way of their self-consciously and maybe over-deliberately angry vocals (feels a bit too forcefully authoritarian at times for my taste) and ironic lyrics, but also by transforming the shit out of genre-assumptions as if they are gender-assumptions. This attitude is very valuable because it takes on the job of changing the rules of the game of making rock music.
When they are re-writing that unwritten policy of succeeding in life as a woman (“you gotta be brilliant, resilient and excellent”), they are ripping it apart at the same time. A lot of things are happening in this album, I recommend to everyone who has a love/hate relationship with hard rock.
P.S. Is not their album cover image a nice mix of a naughty nightclub sign and a campy version of some sort of a danger emblem?