We can safely say that Katie Jane Garside is the only
survivor of the riot grrrl movement. Fifteen years after the phenomenon
exploded, right as Courney
Love goes from rehab clinics to plastic surgery clinics
and Kat Bjelland serves
drinks at wedding receptions to make ends meet, Katie Jane Garside (who
had left Daisy Chainsaw in 1991, right after releasing what remains
a masterpiece of an album, "Eleventeen", before condemning the band to
mediocrity) rounds up the rest of Queenadreena and releases a new,
devastating record.
"The Butcher and the Butterfly" is an album where every
single note oozes blood, sweat, violence, obsession, rage and seduction,
sensuality and fears, aggression and passion.
However
distorted the music gets, the sound remains crystal clear and every single instrument stays in its
place, never "blending" its sound with another's. The
production by Paul Corkett (already a respected collaborator of Cure, Nick Cave, Timo Maas and Placebo, just to name a few) could
only be excellent.
Katie Jane plays with her own
sensuality, her own femininity, and she taunts us dangerously right from the start, where
in "Suck" (a title that couldn't be more explicit) she coos like a little girl. Then she shoves us
in "Medicine Jar" (which, thanks to radio airplay, is already becoming a
small generational anthem) and takes a step back to look down at us in
"Ascendine Stars". She draws menacingly close again in "Join The Dots", a song that,
given the tracks before it and with Cure's "Subway Song" and Noir Désir's "Pyromane" in its DNA, puts us on
guard: all we can do is hold our breath until the next
bruise. A truly deranged courtship dance.
The biggest surprise of all,
in “Pull Me Under” Katie Jane surrenders completely, not only in the
lyrics (“I’ll play your game – I’ll take the blame – Just pull me under” goes the
chorus), but the music too is more “restrained” (without losing its
edge, mind you) and the voice is less abrasive.
“Racing Towards the
Sun” is a hysterical fit, and once all the toxins have been purged through the writhing,
Katie Jane goes back to swaying seductively before our eyes to the notes of “Wolverine”.
Acoustic and whispered, “Birdnest Hair”. Regal and overbearing the way only spoiled
princesses can be, “Princess Carwash” (another gem that will
lodge itself in your eardrums). “In Red” is a threat, a warning to keep
your distance. “F.M. Doll” should be banned from radio for inciting
paedophilia or incest (“Strip baby strip – Cause your daddy is watching –
Strip baby strip – Sure your mother knows nothing”), but since this song,
along with “Black Spring Rising” right after it, is absolutely gorgeous, instead of
condemning it to the stake, we hum it all evening long.
Of course all the mischief
of this child cannot go unpunished, and the guilt arrives with
the darkness and with “Childproof”.
Rounding off the work are “Cold Light Of The Day” and
“Butcher And The Butterfly”, perfect for closing out a party-turned-devastation
that comes off perfectly.
“The Butcher And The Butterfly” is a genuine and
proper distillation of the albums that preceded it (“Taxidermy” from 2000 and
“Drink Me” from 2002), an album that Queenadreena fans (and Daisy Chainsaw fans)
will devour, and a great entry point for those who didn't know them before.
At the same time, the live album “Live At The Ica” is also out, where
new tracks (most of them, with excellent versions of “Medicine Jar” and “F.M.
Doll”, here renamed “Fuck Me Doll”) are alternated with older ones
(including “Pretty Polly” and “Pretty Like Drugs”), and where we get yet another
confirmation, if any were still needed, that Katie Jane Garside has the makings
stained glass instead of vocal cords. And we like it.
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30/04/2026
This article is an English translation of the original Italian text by Magda Di Genova, published on OndaRock.it. It was translated with the help of artificial intelligence, under the editorial responsibility of OndaRock's editor-in-chief, Claudio Fabretti.