TRACK LISTING 1) Bitchin' 2) Don't Wait Up For Me 3) Wasted 4) What Do I Have To Do 5) Save Me 6) Like An Animal 7) Here For The Party 8) Better Off Dancing 9) Love You Til It Hurts 10) Smoke You Out 11) Girl Talk 12) Give Me What I Want 13) Tonights Alright 14) When The Show Is Over

The Donnas are one of those bands that have found a formula for making music and this record is proof that they are sticking to it, for better or for worse. "Bitchin" is not a bad record it's just that it is very average, obvious and predictable.

On "Bitchin" the Donna's continue to pay homage to the hair and rock bands of the eighties. The Donna's music has always sounded like the bastard child of Joan Jett and post make-up Kiss with a little ACDC thrown in for spice and these songs are not much different, although some of them tread dangerously close to sounding like they could have been a left over track from any of your favorite records from 1980 something. In fact, track five, "Save Me" sounds as though someone was listening a little too closely to Def Leopard's "Pyromania" when they were writing. Probably the biggest problem with "Bitchin" is that it is void of any real hooks, so there's nothing to pull the listener in and make them remember and hum the songs the rest of the day in their head like they should. Another major weak point of the record is the lack of creativity in the lyrics. At times, they sound like the kind of stuff you would see scrawled on the front of a 16 year old girl's school notebook as in "Wasted" when Brett Anderson sings "The first time I saw your face I got wasted on you love." I actually laughed when I heard some of the words because these ladies are not 16 years old and, although that may be their target market, they sound like they phoned some of this stuff in.

The songs on a really good, hard rocking record should jump out of the speakers and smack you in the face, leaving you with a smile and bruise to remember them by. Unfortunately, these songs only grab you by the shirt and shove you around a little but never connect with that knock out punch and the look on your face is more like when you're next at the keg and it starts spitting air just as you begin to fill your cup.

Reviewed by P Nurple