Summer 08/09 will forever be known as the big brown one after the stench of the
new Toxic Lipstick album Poopin reeks across Australia. Poopin is the
fractal-crackin third album by Brisbane's favourite slumber party hosts,
Synthia J Pop & Cyndii Valentine. Squeezed out while exchange students
in Osaka, Japan, it sounds like a reverse enema for the brain. These
girlz from the wrong side of the bike racks have produced eleven steamy
crowd thumpers like Rape Me, Itchy Balls, and Teen Mum all worthy of
inclusion in any self respecting rock eisteddfod production. Famed for
their unique brand of electro-crap, a sound that's been described as
"like Sigue Sigue Sputnik scoring Mortal Kombat porn" Poopin
is a bass sensation in the brown note that will prove once and for all
you can polish a turd, especially if left in your pants while gyrating
on the dance floor.
"Toxic Lipstick have released Poopin’, a sickly monster decorated in a garish and excessive cover of elaborate eye-searing collages, while the inserted booklet is a hideous pastiche of teen-girl magazines. 10 of these 11 tracks are ‘classic’ pop-song length, nothing over 2 ½ minutes, and their extremely provocative titles promise much psychological mayhem and wanton sexual hi-jinks, lifting the lid on the obsessions and libido of an imaginary teenager in a stark no-holds-barred manner. It takes some constitution to endure the shrill and squeaky voices which scatter their random vocals over these hyperdriven beats and sick electronic thrashy noises (this record’s contrived cheepniss makes Bow Wow Wow sound like Mozart), but fans of Space Streakings or Melt-Banana will be quids in." - Ed Pinset. Sound Projector.