Kitty Junk is yet another duo that refuses to let their small numbers limit the heaviness and power of their music. Ryan manages to deliver the depth and breadth of two guitars and bass (even live, as I have witnessed), and Angela seemingly thrashes the drum kit to within an inch of its life in support of every last riff. Ryan’s vocal range is another highlight here; she growls and screams her way through this blistering anthem, achieving junk punk perfection without seeming like she’s even trying – which is, of course, the hardest part.
Kitty Junk’s fearless devotion to self-expression, empowerment, and spectacle is both something to admire and something to rock the fuck out to. Do yourself a favor and catch them live before the venues they’re playing catch up to the size of their sound.