Lambrini Girls Get Personal With Debut Album ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’: ‘Pointing the Finger at Yourself Is Harder Than Pointing It at Everyone Else’

variety.com:

Ellise Shafer It’s 3 p.m. on a Wednesday, and I’m smashing shit with Lambrini Girls. Singer and guitarist Phoebe Lunny lets out a guttural scream as she snaps a vase in two with a hammer.

Meanwhile, bassist Lilly Macieira is going at a TV that just won’t crack with an axe. We’re at Smash It Rage Rooms in Southeast London, one of few such establishments in the city, with the plan to list grievances about the music industry — something the Brighton-bred punk duo often do in their songs, on social media and at gigs — while, well, smashing shit.

But with heavy-duty protective gear covering our mouths and Limp Bizkit blaring in the background, it’s pretty much amounting to muffled yells.

Still, we’re having a grand old time. At one point, Lunny and I tee up for a sort of beer-bottle baseball: They pitch a glass at me and I shatter it into a hundred pieces with my weapon of choice.