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"I have no reason to be filtered," maintains the heavily inked and pierced Slag. "I have nothing to lose." Why would she? Anything but coy, Slag's built like a Pop Warner linebacker, sporting a badass swagger and Jersey-girl accent that'll slap the senseless silly (or vice versa). Pank Shovel neither pulls nor throws punches, though the rapping is aggressive and provocative, but as Slag is quick to explain, Pank Shovel isn't meant to come across as intimidating.
"We're not trying to be confrontational," she says. "We're just breakin' it down. It might come off as abrasive, but most open-minded freethinkers would listen to what we're saying and agree. I think what we're saying is pretty basic human-rights stuff." Following the show the gregarious, polite Slag cruises over, extends her hand, and introduces herself.
Slag's partner in rhyme, Kristen Kelly, is Slag's ideal foil -- a tall, willowy, strawberry blonde who trades slingshot one-liners with uncanny precision. At Dada, Kelly sways back and forth in a tiny tank top festooned with a single embroidered cherry and rattles off rhymes in her smooth, deep voice while Slag flails around, shadowboxes, and barks commands like a drill sergeant standing on a hot plate. Amazingly, though the duo sports impeccably deft flow and a rapid-fire staccato spray of syllables, the two don't step on each other's toes.
"We have it down to a science at this point," says Kelly. "We had to. At some point we just started doing our own thing, and when it just sort of intersected, we overlapped and it sounded good."
The vocal rants and slam-happy grooves of #1 Car, Pank Shovel's debut CD, are a lot to digest at once, since the album functions as mission statement, manifesto, and infomercial as well as a concise punk-rock ruckus that grows more enjoyable with each listen. The pared-down, tractor-pull punk of "Superhero" puts forth a straightedge sentiment, while the stutter-stop ballad "Evolution" is all philosophical eloquence, a call to arms for listeners of all genders and sexual orientations. The angle of attack is certainly lesbian-friendly, but the group doesn't suck up to the gay-rights agenda for propriety's sake. Pank Shovel's thought-provoking stew invokes the arch militancy of Consolidated without the stridently pro-choice, meatfree political correctness. Tribe 8, a Californian lesbian punk band, is another obvious touchstone. Slag lists her influences as "old-school hip-hop meets 1977 punk rock like Television, the Voidoids, and the Dead Boys. But everybody [in the band] has their own little take on what they think they're doing, musically." A South Florida mosh pit veteran, she captained the teenage terrorism of Slag about a decade ago -- "We were young and wanted to party more than play," she remembers -- and later drummed with the Chihuahuas.
Roughly between Slag and Kelly's extremes is bassist Marissa Mikeo, who composes the framework of most of the band's songs. Marveling at the fact that every member somehow manages to rearrange his or her schedule in order to rehearse and perform, Mikeo says Pank Shovel's musical direction is understandably chaotic. "It's so hard just to even play the songs and get them sounding tight," she says. "It's like six people are ready and the seventh person isn't. It's really hard to get seven people all on the same page." Barely 20 years old, Mikeo is Pank Shovel's youngest member.
Drummer James Washington (also Slag's half brother) says nothing but kicks down a succession of solidly funky beats. Rhythm guitarist Brian Hay, also a man of few words, pauses to interject, "We rule!" Trapped behind a shelf of keyboards, Shannon Lindner likewise appears shy and reserved. It's up to lead guitarist Tom "Shadowmouth" Mestnik -- in his late thirties, the elder statesman of the group -- to add his two cents.
"I just wanted to be a part of whatever Genny was doing," the Colorado native declares. "She's the greatest."
Though he played in hippie bands back home and sometimes looks out of place in Pank Shovel's young, sprightly lineup, the ultra-left-leaning Mestnik delights in schooling his bandmates on both politics and music.
"I always have to say, "You're absolutely right, Tom. I don't know that much about Jethro Tull,'" laughs Mikeo. "And Genny and I are lesbians, but he's always telling us that we're not liberal enough, because we have furniture in our house or we're too domesticated. He's so funny."
In fact, when Mikeo and Slag began dating in 1998, a mutual love of hip-hop like Public Enemy was in the picture, but both were turned off by the misogyny that contaminated so much rap music. And when Kelly was soon recruited and the three decided to make music together, she wasn't sure a hip-hop band what was she had in mind at all.