I’m going to take a few seconds to discuss something that some of you may understand and some of you probably couldn’t care less about. Confused Little Girl is, in the eyes of many, some sort of barn burner, drunk and tumble, apocalypse wow rough around the edges heavy band.
We’ve never seen ourselves as a Stoner/Doom band or even the slightest bit of a metal band even though we constantly get lumped into those scenes. There is a whole lot of love and respect for those bands and that music and it’s in our hearts for certain, but Confused Little Girl is unashamedly none of those things. We’re just a simple rock band and we’ve always walked a dental-floss thin line to balance between that and pop music.
The power of the hook often compels us, and we eagerly rise to the challenge of vomiting pea soup into it’s cross-eyed and blissfully ignorant face. We write songs like Ink to Paper and do acoustic jams, covers of great pop songs, and we do so just as purely and from the bottoms of our heart as we do scream about murder and satanism.
And I’m tired of all the weird looks, judgement and people questioning our motives. That’s a part of who we are, and it’s not a bad thing. If you don’t get that they come from the same place or that it’s all rooted in who we are, then fuck you. Walk on to another Amphetamine Reptile tribute band and suck their proverbial dicks because they do nothing but scream at you for 45 minutes. We’ll still be here when you grow up.
