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this review originally appeared in raccoon
le tigre | feminist sweepstakes (on LeTigre Records)
Punky, funky, good-humored and pissed, Le Tigre managed, with this 2001 release, to produce something that I might never have thought to ask for: a didactic party record. Don't let the potential oxymoron lead you into thinking that this might be some grim eat-your-vegetables exercise in lefty righteousness—the record is packed with every manner of guilty pleasure, from skanky Joan Jett riffs to belted-out Lora Logic vocals, from cheap electro beats to piano samples that sound like they might be ripped from A Charlie Brown Christmas. There's no incongruity here: anyone who's ever rallied in the streets knows how fucking fun it is; anyone who's ever shaken their fist in the air to music knows that every anthem is political. Le Tigre are the grad-student cheerleaders rocking the PA system at the lesbian bar of your dreams, and we need them now more than ever.
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