I need an angry woman

In general, I like female vocalists in rock, punk, electronica et cetera times infinity. Tonight, however, I'm in the mood for angry, guttural, pissed-off-not-gonna-take-it-anymore, tattoos, whiskey on the breath, sweat on the stage, blood on the floor, fist in the air, nicotine stains on the fingertips, take your pants off and shove it in your face women of notes and noize. I need the combination of Femininity and Fret-buzzing Fenders turned to Eleven.

Probably because I am a pissed off, angst-ridden, 21 year old Lesbian trapped inside a 34 year old male body with no fashion sense.

So far:

• Sleater-Kinney's Call the Doctor and Sleater-Kinney
• Hole's Pretty on the Inside (she'll be the biggest dick you ever had)
• The Gits' Kings and Queens (R.I.P. Mia Zapata)
• Bikini Kill's The CD Version of the First Two Records (In her kiss, I taste the revolution/Rebel girl...)
• Bratmobile's Pottymouth (
• and if Ani DiFranco had some feedback and a whiskey-Camel-Light harshed voice, I'd put in all her albums tonight.

I'm not even sure why this mood's come about. Sometimes I just binge 'n' purge. I could hit Star Gaze in my old neighborhood for last call, I suppose.