Nov 14, 2016
An Open Letter to Brody Dalle
Hey Brody. It’s been awhile. Was just wondering what you’ve been up to? Writing any new music? How are the kids?
I’ve got something on my mind. Something a lot of us have on our minds: can we please get the Distillers back? Like, seriously.
Spinerette was cool, and Ghetto Love was a jam. Spinerette was different, and you got some stuff out that needed to get out of your system and we are grateful it exists. The Diploid Love stuff is rad, too.
But, things have changed.
We need the Distillers back. The Distillers were amazing because it was brash, intense and it was without an ounce of bullshit. We need women punk rockers back.
Right now, who are the bands with female lead singers who wore their hearts on their sleeves and didn’t give a single fuck about crossing the line? This was originally going to be a dual letter, but luckily, Kathleen Hannah is back in the saddle with Le Tigre (!!!!). We need something unique, something bold and something that was right along the lines if discontent in a super scary, super unnerving world – we need a new Distillers record.
You don’t think screaming the lyrics to “Sing Sing Death House” or “Young girl” wouldn’t prove cathartic to a swath of women who are unsure of their very sex and identity in today’s social climate? I’d be willing to be it’d feel damn good. If Glenn can get back together with Jerry Only, I think it’s time for you to dust off the palpable anger and bring us a new batch of anthems that have venom in the bite.
Right now, the music world is missing a few key voices – the anger of the Distillers is one of those voices. Please come back and please give women something to rage about.
*new feature from Robert Dean, but other Farce writers are welcome to join in*