The Audio Perv

By Bridget Maher

The Studio at Webster Hall was filled with grungy rock n’ roll chicks and punk rock guys covered in tattoos with spiked up hair – and we’re not talking about the crowd. Injected into a lineup of thrash, metal and glam, Shira and the rest of the ladies who comprise Shiragirl pranced around the stage in high heels, corsets and tutus. Accompanying their sexuality with power chords, Shiragirl surely doesn’t know the meaning to subtlety, not that they’d care. At one point, frontwoman Shira got down on her hands and knees and crawled around the stage, of course that’s after she thrust her corseted breasts into an audience member’s face and screamed “we have vaginas and we know how to rock”. The Shiragirl live show may not be the best representation of Shiragirl’s music. If Shiragirl were a mixed drink, it’d consist of Courtney Love, cheerleaders practicing, and early Pink. If Shiragirl spends more time writing melodies and less time shopping for their stage outfits, they might make it onto your favorite rock radio station. At least more people would take them seriously then.

(we had camera malfunction so we apologize in advance for blackberry photos)