THE PANDORAS - Hot generation It's impossible to forget the myriad of girls who infused femininity - in their own way… beautiful, savansadir - into the garage, a return to the scrappy rock and roll at last. With them and a few others, we bow to all the unknowns who remained in the garage…
La Voxx decides to reissue, without promotion and in just 200 copies, the first album by the Pandoras.
They do it poorly, but they do it.
Because, beyond its limited artistic merits, It's About Time was the nostalgic peak of the all-female bands that dominated the California scene of the early Eighties.
Years when the Los Angeles playa was still free of silicone and full of nymphomaniac girls who preferred Rickenbackers to surfboards.
Paula Pierce was one of these.
She had taken half of the local neogarage scene to bed and decided to form her own band.
Not necessarily people who could play.
She finds Deborah Mendoza, Gwynne Kahn, and Casey Gomez, who will soon be replaced by Bambi Conway for this first album.
Four psychedelic whores, as Paula herself would describe them as the beds to be dirty would become more numerous and the sound of the Pandoras would become more and more garish, searching for the “right wave” that would never come for them.
It's About Time is the snapshot of a moment where calculation and instinct manage to create an image soon choked by trivialities and hairspray.
Subpar technique, stolen tricks gone stale, and so much adolescent joy.
Thank you, Reverend…
