A daring, risky album, even in the genre of grrl punk. Kim Kissably's vision of the world's future seemed to include the overthrow of a traditionally patriarchal society, putting grrls [sic] in places of authority and power. This world would be a socialist, or (dare it be said?) even communist Utopia, where everyone is equal and everyone actually wants to help each other. With one catch: anything with a prick couldn't be included amongst those considered equal.

On this album, there was only one single that really made it places. That is Ducking Out of Danger, which hit 27 on the British charts and 40 on the American. It was one of the weaker songs, taking the usual tone of fear that men give off about the subject of Love and putting it into a song just exasperated enough to have really been written by Kim Kissably. Nice Shoes, Let's... was the only other single on the album, left sadly unremembered because of content too strong to be played on the radio.

When all is said and done, Torn Horses is perhaps the grrls' most gutsy, unique album. May it be remembered.

Granted, this 'album' is nothing more than a bootleg, but quite a bootleg it was. History was made the day that the grrls walked ont the stage of the Stone's Throw on July 29, 1991 (though if you had asked Elke Fairness, their lead guitarist, once she finally recovered...she would swear that it had been July 39). In a fit of what was later claimed to be only anger, Kim Kissably got piss drunk and came onstage after her first girlfriend dumped her.

Not on to let a friend make a fool of herself alone, Elke asked around the club until she found a few ... vitamins, shall we say: Vitamin L, Vitamin S, and Vitamin D. Needless to say, when the spiders the size of a human head started crawling out of holes in the ceiling, things got interesting.

The entirety of the 40 minute show was spent slurring songs into rants and random screams and sound effects, but it has become the best selling bootleg in American and British history. The grrls' greatest success, by far.

They shall be missed.

With only one more album, the grrls had started to grow up. At least, Kim was trying to do just that. Things were no longer about whips and chains, or taking over the world and making men into the underdogs. Don't get me wrong, Kim was still in love with herself, but she was starting to have doubts about her lifestyle.

Things were no longer about looking and acting tough. It had become more a game of Kim trying to understand what she had become and how she had gotten there. The album was touched by an overriding sense of guilty, the source of which she never admitted in interviews, but it can be assumed from later occurrences that it was because of what was developing (and ending) between herself and her bassist, Jessie Founders.

Musically, this album contains some of their best songs. Fiscally, it was their very best, they only multi-platinum hit they ever had. Such songs as Teaching Spiders to Cry, Darkling Asking, and Forbidden Guilt Trip held steady and also fairly high places on the charts for a long time.

This album marked an important place in the grrls' careers, though it seems that the tour attracted the boy who was fated to break apart their group.

Listen to this with closed eyes, basking in the glory but also the sadness of the knowledge that this was the last they recorded as the entire band, and even barely that; they had lost their drummer, Geneveve Hardly, to an overdose midway through the creation.

It's a very conflicted album. Half of it was coloured by her new relationship with Dave Lastman, while the other half directly spoke of her regret for hurting those close to her. One can only assume she meant Jessie, the band's bassist and one of her ex lovers.

The album had two hits with Finally and Man, and Token Whore, but the band barely toured for a year. Tensions were building, and the end was growing near.

In The Best of the Dying (just like in Forgetful Forgettable, off Blackened Princess), she warned us of the things that were coming. If anyone had listened to her threat of suicide, maybe we would still have this musical genius and bad grrl amongst us.

March 27, 1997. A musical legend dies.
I will never forget her.
(I will never forget you.)

It's going to take me years, maybe lives to get over you. the strength in your soul and light in your eyes, the power of your conflicting ideals. I'm sorry, as if that means anything now. I'm sorry, and desperate for you to know.

Your entire life was Russian Roulette. It was only a matter of time before you found the bullet. I blame myself for loading the gun with my selfishness, and mistrust of your good will.

Goddess, (you are my goddess), forgive me.

March 28, 1998. My tribute to you--
our tribute to you--
is released.

Your songs, our voices. I pray that you are listening.