Back in Detroit, I saw this all-girl punk band play the local bars a few times. They were awful, but they were always warming up some band I wanted to see, and it pissed me off. They were called Broadzilla. They sucked, like most all-girl bands (except the Runaways and the Spice Girls). The lead singer kept yelling, "Jam out with your clam out!" which, really, is worth the price of admission.
Then they'd hit a bunch of chords. They couldn't play.
