With fists in the air and legs akimbo, the drunk, cursing, costumed misfits of Hot Lips Messiah are clearly Chicago's punk-rock saviors, here to invigorate the spirit and deliver us from sin. The sloppy, snarly, old-school quintet delivers an anarchic gospel of catchy, two-minute anthems whose almost-pretty keyboard melodies and damaging guitar riffs' inhuman speed whip lead vocalist Traci Trouble's defiant shrieking into a genuine frenzy.

(from chi.flavorpill.com)