It's been a long time since we put any faith in men to save rock. Too paunchy, too sweaty, egos the size of a small continent... No, it's definitely not encouraging.

And since The Go-gos, the Breeders, PJ Harvey & Liz Phair, we've made our choice: girls will save rock, we're sure of it.

Today, it's Sylvia Hanschneckenbühl who's kicking all the knuckle-draggers to the kerb. Her songs, sometimes pop, sometimes more energetic, are biting, with sardonic lyrics that are often hilarious and razor-edged guitars, but sometimes also quite crystal until it almost evokes one of our all-time heroes, Maurice Deebank, the colossal guitarist from the wonderful Felt.

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Sylvia Hanschneckenbühl adid almost everything on this beautiful debut album (lead & backup vocals, guitars, bass), backed only by two friends on drums.

And if you still have a bit of trouble pronouncing Sylvia's surname, we'd like to advise you to start practising right away, because you're shortly going to become very familiar with it, not to say addicted to it and her music.