Meat Joy's a lot more interesting than Bikini Kill. Instead of relentlessly repetitive 1-chord bang-bam and screaming, this album mixes mid-tempo noise numbers, lullaby-style a cappella, acoustic ditties, and an amazing tune about breasts. This isn't your typical sour-faced political punk, either. Gretchen Phillips is certainly angry, but is laughing as much as she's hectoring.
I'm pretty sure that Kimya Dawson stumbled across this thing when "moldy peaches" were still just something fungal, and owes her entire subsequent livelihood to these pioneering Texans.
Lord God have mercy. If you only visit Drug Punk for the hardcore vinyl I post, you will FUCKING HATE this album (that's the point). Big ups to Phoenix Hairpins blog, from which I stole this version of the album with the sweet inserts-my copy had only the vinyl itself. Gretchen Phillips, Meat Joy's mastermind, sounds like a radical lady in all regards, peeps her steez!
*Edit, 1.6.14: I re-upped the file and you can now download the LP HERE. *