Kick debut longplayer from Canada's finest: Taxi Girls! Rockin' sweet and hard...let it rock, let it bleed...lipstick stains on a filter tip...put the rocks to the tumbler and polish with grit, coming out dirty and clean...the sweet sounds of girl group tuff'ned up like a mallet on meat with some Runaways-style sneer and piss, hard-rock power pop with a lot of facts and maybe a bit of fiction, this clearly coming a place in the heart that's full of experience... "Try harder to make lemonade / Wash it down with some bittersweet nightshade." Indeed, the Taxi Girls perfected it this time around, the spirits of legends like Joan and Nikki are alive and kicking in Quebec. The early evening and late-night stories told...the soft tough feel of a leather jacket...hands in the pocket and secret hand shakes...pulling at the arms and pulling out a pack of smokes...a lemonhead at the bottom of the pocket dropped in dirt and then licked clean...melodies that taste like peppermint schnapps, and whiskey-throated confessions that turn into anthems. -- winch

Green Noise just has a limited quantity of the EU version in clear vinyl.

CANADIANS: ORDER FROM STOMP RECORDS
taxigirls.bandcamp.com/album/static

In Europe, order from Wild Honey Records.

Montreal’s Taxi Girls don’t so much arrive as they crash through the door, guitars first, voices raised, and something urgent to say. Formed in 2022, the all-female quartet have quickly carved out a space for themselves in the city’s ever-restless underground, channelling garage punk grit into something hook-heavy, immediate and unmistakably their own. Their debut album Static captures that ascent in real time. It’s a record that hums with tension and release, where blown-out guitars meet sharp melodic instincts, and where dual vocalists Jamie Radu and Vera circle each other with a restless energy, trading lines, clashing perspectives, then locking together with intent. The effect feels instinctive rather than constructed, as if the songs are unfolding mid-conversation, half-confession, half-confrontation. There’s a tactile sense of place running through the album, the kind you can almost hold in your hands. Montreal after dark, streetlights refracted on wet pavement, cheap beer gone warm, the quiet comedown after the noise. That atmosphere seeps into Static, grounding its punch and propulsion in something lived-in and recognisable, rather than nostalgic for its own sake. Across the record, Taxi Girls lean into a palette that pulls as much from classic rock’n’roll attitude as it does from punk’s raw economy. Big choruses cut clean through the distortion, never losing their bite, while the band’s instinct for rhythm keeps everything moving with a sense of purpose. It’s a sound that nods to the lineage of The Donnas, Joan Jett or Bikini Kill, without settling into pastiche, driven instead by a clear sense of identity and momentum. Lyrically, Static reveals a band unafraid to sit with discomfort. Themes of love, loss and mental health run throughout, threaded with reflections on postpartum depression and the strange gravitational pull of nostalgia. Yet the record resists collapsing under its own weight. What emerges instead is a throughline of self-realisation, a gradual turning outward, where vulnerability becomes a source of strength rather than retreat. That tension between fragility and force is where Static finds its core. It’s a debut that feels both raw and deliberate, capturing a band in the act of defining themselves, not after the fact. There’s catharsis here, certainly, but also something celebratory in the way Taxi Girls push forward, claiming space and meaning it. Having already shared stages with the likes of NOFX, The Hives and Billy Talent, and earning early support from figures such as Iggy Pop, Taxi Girls arrive at Static with momentum behind them. What the album makes clear is that they are not simply riding that wave. They are shaping it. With Static, Taxi Girls step fully into focus. Loud, sharp, and impossible to ignore.