Norway's Sweatiest All-Female Punk Quartet Just Wrote The Breakup Song That Doesn't Beg It Slams The Gate

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Scampi Chips Dip & Campari are back with Floorfiller Miss, the third single off their forthcoming debut album, rumoured to be titled WELL, IT AIN'T FAST FOOD, and they haven't cooled down one degree.

Lipstick killer kiss, real floorfiller miss. Always making me compensate.

If Monster was confrontation and Let Go was release, Floorfiller Miss stumbles straight into the morning-after wreckage: bad dates, power games, cheap performances, and the slow grind of propping up someone else's fragile ego. It is furious and funny in equal measure, the kind of song that makes you laugh on the first listen and clench your jaw on the second.

The track opens absurd, animal nouns barked over a locked-in drum groove, then accelerates into a chorus that refuses every negotiation. Pounding drums, sharp-edged guitars, four voices sneering in harmony: SCDC don't build to a payoff, they arrive at one immediately and spend the rest of the song daring you to keep up. Floorfiller Miss moves like a dancefloor argument at closing time, loud enough to laugh at, ugly enough to stick.

The Oslo four-piece, Scampi (Hanne Maren Meldahl, bass/vocals), Chips (Maiken Andreassen, guitar/vocals), Dip (Marit Antonsen Tjugum, drums/vocals), and Campari (Karoline Skuseth, keys/vocals), have been grinding through basements, bars, and underground scenes since 2007. They sound less like a traditional rock band and more like a collective exorcism with distortion pedals, drawing direct lines to The Runaways, The Donnas, Bikini Kill, and The Slits: all-female, raw, confrontational, and completely uninterested in behaving properly.

Floorfiller Miss is proof that their sweat-soaked corner of garage punk is expanding, not mellowing. The gate is closed. Don't expect an apology.