A little bit Barrel House Annie, a little bit Henry Rollins, a lot twin-distorto ukulele. What more could you ask for? Digging through the file cabinet in search of a receipt for the tax 
man, I found an old copy of Kiss My Pineapple, a wonderfully irreverent ukulele zine put out by Beth and Pamela. If I were to segue from punk rock to traditional Hawaiian music (now look here!) I would certainly go through these lovely ladies I was lucky enough to see live a couple times in SF's late Chameleon Club.Now where's that dang receipt.
Roll Out
Chinese Food
We Suck
Na Moku Eha
I'm not making this up. Check their website here.
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