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 Jesus, these girl’s are pussy supreme, couldn't they do a cover with more photos?.  At first glance it just looks like three strippers formed a band (and not burned-out over 40 strippers, either). I dunno, ever since the Runaways did a video and album cover in lingere back in the '70s, girl bands have always been close to my heart. This CD is trashy punk rock 'n' roll, fast and medium-paced; the band lock into the medium-paced trash pretty good, and spill beer all over the place on the fast tracks. It's the third album for these mid-westerners and the 13 tracks clock in at just under 27 minutes. My favourites are songs like "I’m Hooked" and "He Likes Em Dead". The lyrics are humourous, the attitude erect, the nipples hard and the juice is flowing. This CD just makes me wanna see 'em live. I think that's where they would be best experienced for a maxiumum good time.
—Ashley Thomson, I-94 Bar


Hot Damn is this band full of hot chicks from Indiana who play sleazy, stripped-down junk-billy and hi-speed trash n’ roll, in see-through underwear. And they’ve been doing it for years - I have their old records, and they are actual RECORDS, if you dig me. The fact that Hot Damn was not thee biggest band on the planet 7-8 years ago is truly beyond me, man. A chick who looks like a porn star and plays guitar like Johnny Thunders on crack singing a song called "My Panties Are Too Tight" is easily one of the best ideas rock n roll ever had. But hey, they did have a cult following of pervs, freaks and sleazaholics, and it was a sad day for all of 'em when HD dropped out of sight somewhere around '98. Where did they go? What did they do? Well, that’s not entirely our business, but for mythology's sake, let's chalk it up to 6 years of boozing and whoring. And anyway, they're back, as loud, loose, and slutty as ever, so dry your eyes and grab your ankles."The Girl Can't Help It" (which, coincidentally, opens with a cover of… "The Girl Can't Help It") picks up right where their last record, 1997's "Big Fat Lover" left off, with raw, strangled guitar lines from Mizz Kristina and Mizz Amina that are so primitive they make the Chickenhawks sound like Rush, and a bratty punk-bitch yelp from lead-blondestress Zebra. Oh, and some blurting saxes. And songs that are mostly about necrophilia. And panties. Yeah, I understand that sometimes Hot Damn sound like teenage speedfreaks trying to play The Stooges at Ramones speed, but that is entirely what makes ‘em so good - it’s called "wild abandon", and seriously, it used to be applauded in rock n' roll. All I can tell you is that not only will "The Girl Can’t Help It" have you thrashing around the room like a punked-up spastic, it'll keep yr boner popping the whole time. And that ain’t a bad, for a few measly bucks. Hot Damn, indeed.
—Sleazegrinder


Three lingerie-clad axe-slingin babes swinging through tunes like “Sex Zombie,” “She’s A Devil,” and “Fuck Monster”? Shit man, sign me up! (That’s not to mention their song about necrophiliacs, “He Likes ‘Em Dead,” or the fact that the band even throws in covers of “Short Shorts” and “The Girl Can’t Help It.”) The occasional saxophone adds just the right amount of extra grind to the bomp of this sultry garage party, and as nice ‘n naughty as it is you can bet Hot Damn puts on a luciously live show. If you’re a fan of female-led punk rock with multiple vocals along the lines of the mighty Loudmouths, you’re gonna dig Hot Damn for sure.
— Paniscus Revue


One of the most frustrating things about being a music fan is when you discover a killer band only for them to drop off the face of the earth, never to be heard from again. Sometimes, such a band will eventually resurface, often to mixed results. After a six year gap, Hot Damn are back with a new effort in The Girl Can't Help It. Thankfully, the results are more convincing than not.

Hot Damn's souped up brand of punk rock n' roll comes off like the 440's would if they were houseband at a sex party in hell, instead of a hot rod rally. This is pretty unrelenting stuff, to say the least--13 songs in about 27 and a half minutes. The Girl Can't Help It is also brimming with campiness, kind of like if the blackened voodoo energy of prime Cramps was in a blender with the sex starved swagger of the Demolition Doll Rods. It fits the music to a tee, making this band and album the total package.

As fast as it breezes by, The Girl Can't Help It manages to have some memorable moments from the songwriting perspective. "I'm Hooked" proves to be the most furious of the batch, cultivating a bit of Funhouse-era Stooges vibe. "Can't Put It Away" rocks hardest and lingers most, thanks to its catchy hook. The slower temoped "She's A Devil" sees Hot Damn at their sexiest, while the slide guitar lead on the brilliantly titled "No Car, No Phone, No Life" totally kills. Sax injected covers of "The Girl Can't Help It" and "Short Shorts" bookend the whole shebang, keeping this album tied up in a neat little bow.

Fans of any the forementioned bands or styles should be advised to give The Girl Can't Help It a spin. Hot Damn are able to keep the energy level up and sustained here about as well as one could hope for. Worth the wait? You bet.
— Uncle Dan's House Of Smut