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Tough gals, tough gals — suddenly the world is teeming with tough gals. And Chrissie Hynde is a good one. Maybe not all of her songs are championship singles, but she’s got more to offer emotionally and musically (and sexually) than any of the competition, unless Patti counts. She’s out for herself but she gives of herself as well; when she alternates between rapacity and tenderness you don’t feel she’s acting coy or fucked up, although she may be. And she conveys these changes with her voice as well as with her terse, slangy, suggestive lyrics. James Honeyman Scott’s terse, slangy, suggestive guitar steals don’t hurt either.