Bands to Watch: Sahara Hotnights
Who: Super-badass, all-girl, glam-punk quartet
Where they’re from:
Robertsfors, a small town in northern Sweden
What they sound like:
Sleater-Kinney (minus the angst) busting the Runaways out of juvie and peeling off in a 1974 Camaro Z28
Are they foxy?
Hell, yeah–just check out the fan forum on their website, which overflows with marriage proposals and querieslike “Ever date a fan before?”
Album to pick up while you’re shoplifting beer:
Jennie Bomb, their girl-gang-chic U.S. debut, featuring such evocatively titledpunk-rock ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bombs as “Alright Alright (Here’s My Fist, Where’s the Fight?)” and “Only the Fakes Survive”
Why they’ll win converts in America (but won’t be invited to perform for the Queen):
“I hate England,” bassist Johanna Asplundsays. “It’s crappy in every way. I’m going to write a whole book about hating England.”
Did we mention they hate the English?
“When we first came to England, journalists asked us if we wrote our own songs. I guess theyhave a problem,” snaps lead singer/guitarist Maria Andersson.
Not that they’re pissed about it:
“If people want to think that, that’s fine,” says Asplund, shrugging. “There’ll always be idiots.”