BITCHES

Hear this, lo-fi fraternity! When Bitches get angry they want you to know why. No home recording hiss. No towel-covered anonymity. No, er, Auto-Tune. The root of their angst? They "Can Not Love". With royal-riffed, robo-rocking chops like this, it's not desirable that that situation changes any time soon. This track will arrive with two others on 7" in February. - RCRDLBL

These Bitches—22-year-old Blake and Staz—are from London, and they know how to wring great drunken punk/grunge songs out of the simplest instrumentation: “drums, bass and screaming. - Sean Carnage

The London based boy-girl/bass-and-drums duo make one helluva racket, ranging from 'Vampire' - a blast of surf rock that's had voodoo pins jammed into its vital organs - to chaotic sonic canvases about, among other things, The Bill and Henry VIII. They seem like they have no idea what the hell they're doing... just how we like it - NME

They want to tell you stories about vampires, new wallets and being a winner. They want to make you shout and dance. They want to drink your Guinness, lager and any of your left over holiday spirits. They are Blake and Staz and they are BITCHES.

If you like drumming, singing and crazy bass riffs you should check out BITCHES, a duo who've been making even lacklustre Londoners nod their heads to their fierce sounds. Staz goes all Moe Tucker cool on the drums while Blake gets amongst the crowd and makes young men wet their pants. The combination makes for live shows that are as fun as they are ear splittingly loud and recordings that balance high energy with a good tune. - Neu Magazine

When he was younger, Thurston Moore wanted to channel 80s hardcore into Sonic Youth's Glenn Branca-isms. Here's a good take on what this would have meant if they'd thrown the detuned guitars out the windows entirely, right down to the girl-guy shout choruses.

But to back up, I don't think any of the Bitches in this London-based trio are trying to put an academic point on their exclamation riots. This is catchy, party noise pop, period. - Impose Magazine

The best band of the weekend play to a medium-sized crowd in a tiny tent on Sunday afternoon. They are Bitches and I’m pretty sure they are the future. Bitches are Stacey Owen and Blake Ivinson. She plays the drums and screams like nothing on earth and he plays guitar and screeches and sings intermittently (he also tells jokes, but more about that later). They call their music ‘thug pop’, and I suppose that’s apt, as they sound like a pop song being well and truly beaten up. The word ‘fresh’ should probably only be used to describe fruit, but I will use it, just this once, about these guys. They sound new and fresh and fun. And a little angry, but aren’t we all? There was a song about Anna Paquin (called Fly Away Home), an homage to Hot Sauce, and a song about Henry VIII. My favourite was about R. Kelly; Cheers To Him. They remind me of The Moldy Peaches, for the sheer insouciance and lo-fi joy of what they’re doing, but they sound more like Babes in Toyland, or early Hole. See this band, you won’t regret it. - Kicking Against The Pricks