* "FEMALE TROUBLE." Nona Hendryx. EMI-America. This is the kind of music you hear blasting from boutiques in shopping malls. It's the kind of stuff you hear during the closing credits of formulaic Hollywood movies, the kind of stuff that wins Grammys. This is the sound of Western culture, and it's pretty frightening. Homogenized, faceless and dull, it shakes your booty and puts your mind to sleep while deftly emptying your wallet.
The name on this record is Nona Hendryx but it could just as easily be Tina Turner, Sheila E. or any one of a dozen corporate rock thrushes because they all say the same thing: "I'm too hot to handle. . . . You just need someone to love. . . . Drive me wild," bla, bla, bla. I'm sure Hendryx is a lovely woman who's paid her dues, but lets face it, music like this is as rare as an AM-PM Mini-Mart.
Grossly over-produced by a revolving crew of knob-twirlers, "Female Trouble" is a textbook example of a funk-rock style best described as Thunderdome Pop. Strident, synthesized rhythms punctuated with squealing guitar solos, it's a bombastic recipe that demands a vocalist who likes to work up a sweat--and Hendryx is one of the leaders of the neo-Johnny Ray school of soul screamers.