Sleater-Kinney,America's foremost trio of femme-punk furies,have always excelled at playing it cool and tough while retaining a strong sense of what thier testosterone-addled dude-rock contemporaries would likely term "icky girlie-ness"Stylistically,thier songs are full of proud sugar-and-spice signifiers:spirited playground chants,60s girl-group allusion,preciously campy vocal asides.But this could also describe any of a number of bands with similer elements in the Riot-Grrrl movement of the early 90s,a musical and political ground-swell that by 95(when this record dropped) was quickly becoming stagnant under the burden of it's own narrow views and dependance on familiar cliches.Sleater-Kinney's eponymous debut shows thier shrewdness in patently avoiding the same trap,while remaining true to the original idealogical thrust.The record is a brisk,rapid affair(clocking in at just under thirty minutes),but it manages an astonishing eclecticism and versatility:for every primal rager("Don't Think You Wanna","Sold Out"),there's a stunning,almost pastoral slow-burner("Slow Song","Lori's Song").Musically,the trio is astounding self-assured(especially for a debut).Guitarist-vocalist Corin Tucker,Guitarist-Vocalist Carrie Brownstien,and then-drummer Lori Macfarlane whip up a sound that is a miracle of cohesion,economy,and surging momentum.Tucker and Brownstien are a perfect compliment to each other here,both instrumentally and vocally;listening to the record is like eaves-dropping on an intimate conversation between two friends with a complicated,fascinating relationship.This makes for music that is occasionally sublime:the criminally cool"The Day I Went Away" builds from sinister,slinky verses to full-on choruses with a breath-taking organic buzz;the jaw-dropping "Be Yr Mama"(possibly the band's pinnacle) is so brimming with tightly-coiled, whip-smart attitude and musical inventiveness it sounds primed to explode at any moment.This band has,of coarse,gone on to record four much-more heralded and beloved records,but for my money,they've only been improving and refining a staggeringly original and compelling style that they display in all it's glory here,and despite a few clunkers("How To Play Dead",which is musically clumsy and rushed but nevertheless rescued by Carrie's deliciously nasty hectoring)this debut firmly establishes this Olympia,Washington trio as one of the most important bands of the 90s.