STAYING AFTER GIRLSCHOOL
Girlschool members Kim McAuliffe and Gil Weston flash me quick smiles as we’re introduced in their road manager’s hotel room, and I’m relieved to note that both possess intact sets of choppers. All four Girlschool women have their mouths so resolutely stiffupperlip closed in the jacket and publicity photos for their new Play Dirty that I had half feared that they’d succumbed to the dread English Rockers Teeth Syndrome that’s felled so many of their male colleagues.
STAYING AFTER GIRLSCHOOL
FEATURES
Richard Riegel
Girlschool members Kim McAuliffe and Gil Weston flash me quick smiles as we’re introduced in their road manager’s hotel room, and I’m relieved to note that both possess intact sets of choppers. All four Girlschool women have their mouths so resolutely stiffupperlip closed in the jacket and publicity photos for their new Play Dirty that I had half feared that they’d succumbed to the dread English Rockers Teeth Syndrome that’s felled so many of their male colleagues.
It always starts innocently enough—at age six or seven, these neophyte Brit bombers begin to cadge a few pence from their milk money each week to buy Kerrang! and Sounds, and by the time they’re worldrenowned guitar heroes at 19, they’ve missed out on so much calcium that the Polident rep is chasing .them from gig to gig for anendorsement. Some, like Motorhead’s everlovin’ Lemmy, go on to even greater heights of postdental gum joy.