Glitter, sneers, and ridiculously high heels are abundant, as are raging keyboard riffs and catchy lyrics.

San Francisco Weekly

Wicked Textures – Guitar Player Magazine

Press Photo for the release of A Perfect Alibi, May, 2006. Sarafina, Marilyn, Tori and Shawna. Photo by Larry Utley.
Press Photo for the release of A Perfect Alibi, May, 2006. Sarafina, Marilyn, Tori and Shawna. Photo by Larry Utley.

Lipstick Conspiracy’s trio of guitarists employ different rigs to drive the band’s ’70s-inspired sleaze rock. Sarafina Marachino plugs a Gretsch G3140 Historic Series into a Carvin SX200 combo, Shawna Love uses a Les Paul and a Fender Super Reverb, and Marylin Mitchell plays a Stratocaster through an ADA preamp, an ART Multiverb, a Tubeworks Mosvalve power amp, and two ADA cabs loaded with Celestions.

Wicked Textures, by Buddy Saleman, Guitar Player Magazine, July 2006.

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The Fabulous Five, by Rachel Swan, East Bay Express, Oct. 2005

Lipstick Conspiracy. The cover of the East Bay Express photo. "The Fabulous 5", by Rachel Swan. Oct 2005. Photo by Anthony Pidgeon.
Lipstick Conspiracy. The cover of the East Bay Express photo. “The Fabulous 5”, by Rachel Swan. Oct 2005. Photo by Anthony Pidgeon.

Shawna Love has an enviable talent for driving in stiletto heels. On a recent Saturday, she’s driving through a quiet, suburban neighborhood in South Hayward that looks as if it burst out of a Sears, Roebuck catalogue and hasn’t been touched in fifty years: All the houses are squat, ticky-tacky things with manicured lawns, window boxes, and identical American flags hanging in the windows. She squints out her passenger-side window, skeptical that one of these stucco boxes actually belongs to her friend Kari, who fronts the all-tranny-girl rock outfit Trans Central Station — a spinoff of Shawna’s own band. Kari is hosting a barbecue and jamboree, and Shawna is dressed for the occasion: dark, smoky pantyhose, a black sequined dress to go with her heels, lipstick the color of cabernet.

She parks in front of a Pepto-Bismol-pink house whose only distinguishing features are the plastic flamingos on its front lawn. A cat jumps on the roof of the car and climbs through the window onto Shawna’s lap, trying to claw at her stockings. A woman with poofy hair and culottes scurries over to scoop the critter up, apologizing profusely. Her eyes widen a little when she sees Shawna. “Oh, you must be a friend of Kari,” she stutters.

The Fabulous Five, by Rachel Swan, East Bay Express.  Click here for the whole article.

….bubble-gum punk in the best way…..intimate smoky delivery…..the conspiracy is that they’re just too good!

Don Kimeker, EarBuzz.com

…..a distinct late 80s feel — like they just came off of the Miami Vice soundtrack.

Houston OutSmart, by Lance Scott Miller, 2005

…..songs that sound like lost power pop gems.

Kick Out the Jams, Genderfuckers!  by Larry Bob Roberts

…..anthems that are worthy rock tunes in any circle…..at once unique and universal.

The San Francisco Observer 2004, by Clifford Agocs