Appearance: The male of the species typically wears a Slipknot hoody three sizes too big for him, usually extending to his knees; Blue Bolt jeans, preferably navy blue; dangly key chains (the more dangly and numerous the more attractive to the female of the species), metal necklaces imitating barbed wire, eightballs etc. Loves to spike its hair into weird shapes and very often on going to its first festival dyes it a washed out pink which runs all over its face at the first sign of humidity.
The female likes to buy socks by Emily and/or stripy tights, mesh tops artfully slashed, Minmosher band strappy tops, Punkyfish zips agogo, hair by Stargazer.
Appearance: As Spingle/Pouffle usually, think Tia Carrere in Wayne's World. The original Rock Chick wears not so much a dress as a dress shaped second skin, preferably with a not particularly subtle neckline. Often mistakes belts for skirts.
These females are very attached to leather, shiny bikes and men owning either of the former. Can often be found in biker mags sporting fringed leather jackets and draped suggestively over Harleys. Hair is preferably blonde and bouffed out to the max. Heavy makeup of the
The more modern (and, more often, fake) Rock Chicks, such as Pink, sport trendy little mohawky hairdos, cowboy/Ugg boots, slinky little handbags etc. The main difference between a real and fake Rock Chick is age, attitude and money. A real Rock Chick with a genuine Motorhead top might have paid just over a tenner for it, but the faker will be sporting a spangly Versace version for which they handed over about a hundred.
Music Taste: As Pouffle/Spingle.
Tribal Leader(s): As Pouffle/Spingle.
Notes: The unitiated use the term 'Rock Chick' for any female of an alternative style, but the better informed would use it to mean any female of the generation that remembers Whitesnake in its youth. And none of these fakes! You know the ones: Britney Spearsalikes wearing leather jackets and Motorhead vests artfully ripped to make it appear that they've worn the band shirt through rain and hail since the days when band used to play in scrubby backwater pubs. Yet, show this new breed a photo of Lemmy and they'll invariably scream: 'Ugh! I can't stand those Lord of the Rings ogre things!'.
Real Rock Chicks are usually to be found propping up the bar, fag in hand, in your local biker pub.
They are totally unshockable. Lead in a walrus-mounted tribe of midgets armed with haddocks and wearing kilts on a windy day and you'll not see a flicker of surprise in these heavy lidded eyes.
Music Taste: Korn, Evanescence, Nirvana, Funeral for a Friend etc etc.
Tribal Leader(s): Kurt Cobain
Notes: Usually aged between eight and sixteen. Can be found messing up moshpits at any Kerrang lauded gig. Tendency to windmill badly, flailing patient Spingles in the chest (any Fengals or Ranters abused in this way simply launch the offending object across the room). A complete liability in a slam pit. However, a lot of Minimoshers are more likely to be found hanging out around the toilets, asking their mate if their mate's mate fancies them.