Rita Lynch, Far Away EP (Sugar Shack Records UK) Scratchy-itchy New York proto-punk guitar, that rough and real sound with fret-squeaks and all: you wonder why the hell, then the voices comes in and you know.

That big voice singing big stuff, breakdowns, abuse, abasement read the lyrics and you you'd expect torture or at least weak moaning but Rita gives life to it, rides the noise and the emotion to the degree that you know no matter how much she or others have tried, she's no victim. "I was out of control, it was so romantic" and we haven't lost the old refrain: why isn't Rita Lynch the star she should be? *** (Hieronymuss) (Venue  26/11/99)

Call Me Your Girlfriend... (Mole Records International Limited) "It exploded in me" says Rita Lynch of the title track of her first album, Call Me Your Girlfriend. "Its a pure classic that can make you cry". Rita courts ambiguity in many of her lyrics, and despite her tall stature and studded leather, she remains shy about the confidence, both musical and sexual, which charges through her potent mix of acoustics and punk rock.

Rita needed to express the hurt, jealousy and destructiveness of relationships as well. Beautiful Eyes may lull you into comfy listening until the ground shifts and the betrayed lover demands the details: "Did you suck it with your lips, touch it with your finger tips? Did it taste good?" Reminiscent of early Sinead. Rita has a vibrant current of subverted Catholicism running through the lyrics. From resurrection, crucifixion and redemption, she twists the language of her Irish childhood into desire, longing and bitterness, from the angry Do you lay down at the Altar of Female Flesh? to the plaintive, Mother of God Protect us in Love. (Cherry Smyth, City Limits  1/7/91)

Rita Lynch... "I wanted to get as low and dirty and disgusting as I could. Anybody could insult me and say "You're scum" and I could just turn round and say, "Yeah, your right. What are you going to do about it"