Based strictly on their lyrics, the members of Tacocat love their hometown of Seattle, hate weekends, idolize Dana Scully of The X-Files and want to crush mansplainers under their heels like so many stray cigarette butts. They’ve also constructed punchy pop-punk gems around the subjects of menstruation, the Plan B “morning-after” pill and breaking up with your shitty boyfriend before he can dump you first. The quartet’s most recent album, 2016’s Lost Time, is filled with fiercely feminist, disarmingly funny and effortlessly catchy songs; think Bikini Kill by way of the Go-Go’s, filtered through the disaffected sensibilities of the characters in Ghost World.
— Nathan Weinbender