What does the back cover say?

Yeah! the subject matter of this song, at present rules hornyville, hunksville & any other yummyville, but hunksville isn't just ruled by this gorgeousness, anyone can join - however guys who think that they're 'it', boytarts, those who assume that hunkiness oozes out of every orifice & thinks they can impress females with turkey type, overcooked muscles can go straight to vilesville! They rule vilesville!!

It is most fantab to have fantasy style 'idols', y'Know what its like, theres just no decent males around, that are currently on your swoonsome dream list in real life so you can rely on that picture on your bedroom wall to induce such sweet thoughts... you could have a collection so if you get bored with that particular subject you can switch to another without haste - but then again -who needs boys when you've got Guitars!!! Yeah! guitars are much more reliable in every respect!

Who Are They?

Voodoo Queens

Sunny played drums, Anjali played guitar and sang the vocals, Anjula played bass, Ella played guitar, and Rajni played keyboards.

Voodoo Queens formed sometime in 1992 in London. The song Kenuwee Head, one of their first singles was released in the UK in March 1993 by the record label Too Pure, it received critical acclaim along with another track from this EP called Supermodel Superficial.

The full track listing of the CD includes Kenuwee Head, My Little Guitar Baby, Supermodel Superficial, and Chocolate/Girl Solo

The 7" vinyl edition of this EP features the song called "Ted", Kenuwee Head sung backwards.

What Did The Press Say?

Brighton Richmond Gig June 1993, reported by John Harris for NME

Anjali Voodoo Queen is singing about Keanu Reeves. "He's the most bodacious boy I ever saw", she screeches. "Why can't he be more than a picture on my fridge door/Keanu, Keanu......"

Suddenly, the revolutionaries have started laughing - and it sounds shockingly good.
Some of the Riot Grrrl/buzz-pop/new punk rumblings are, after all, beginning to seem terribly sour-faced. In some quarters, there's a real believe-everything-or-be-excommunicated absolutism that threatens to exclude, alienate and eventually turn one of the most exciting uprisings of the last decade into something resembling a Socialist Workers' Party meeting in the back room of a pub.

Which is why the Voodoo Queens are such a welcome presence. They're understandably suspicious of the RG tag, but they've come from the same milieu as the Huggies, Mambo Taxi, Linus et al. And, because they write crackling, instantly memorable pop songs, sing about fancying film stars and come over like people who'd far rather read Just Seventeen than The Female Eunuch, they may just be the band that gets your 15-year-old sister buying the requistie fanzines and leaping around the house to 'Her Jazz'.

None of which should suggest that they're so drenched in ephemera and effervescent joie de vivre that their insurrectionary spirit is lost. There are times tonight when things get a little too cutesy and froth-ridden, but there's also 'Supermodel Superficial', acid in the face of every fashion house that's aimed with invigorating precision.

There's the moment when singer Anjali advises the women in the crowd that if their boyfriends have ever told them to lose weight, they should dump them. And even when the Voods are rattling through 'Princess Of The Voodoo Beat', 'My Little Guitar Baby' and, er, 'My Favourite Handbag', there's an overwhelming sense of joyous rule-breaking.

Authenticity? Profundity? Virtuosity? The Voodoo Queens say "PAH!" to all of them, delievering a shambolic but dizzying display of the fact that pop music can be seized by anyone...

...And used to sneak the empowerment gospel into Saturday Morning TV and the pages of Jackie. It could happen...