Michael Hutchence and Chrissy Amphlett reading Smash hits magazine sometime in the late 80s.

Chrissy Amphlett of Divinyls

“The voice of Christina Amphlett … shuttles between a hiccup, a yodel and a snarl. She sings with inflections that seem entirely her own, as if she were making up a perverse language as she went along. At her most bizarre, she can sound almost demonically possessed … she’s the good-bad girl – sort of like all four Shangri-Las rolled into one – with a snatch of pre-exorcised Linda Blair tossed in.” 

/ Jim Farber reviewing the 1988 Divinyls album Temperamental in Rolling Stone / 

Died on this day ten years ago: feral, perverse and raspy-voiced frontwoman of criminally underrated post-punk Australian band Divinyls, Christina Amphlett (25 October 1959 - 21 April 2013). I was privileged to see Divinyls perform and interview bad girl Amphlett for my university newspaper in 1991 in Montréal (when Divinyls had their fluke international hit with “I Touch Myself”). She was great! (I had no inkling that at the time Amphlett was battling alcoholism, as she’d later recount in her 2005 autobiography Pleasure and Pain). The Montréal audience was totally nonplussed by the volatile Amphlett’s abrasive sex kitten-gone-berserk stage antics (there was lots of deep stripper squats, breast-cupping and crotch-grabbing delivered with a contemptuous scowl).  Amphlett died far too young from a combination of Multiple Sclerosis and breast cancer. In this shot you can clearly see the macabre “dead mouse” brooches Amphlett used to wear pinned to her little girl dresses in Divinyls’ early days. When I asked her about them, she just shrugged, “When I first started the band, I lived in this place that had lots of rats and mice and I became obsessed with them and used to stick them on my dress, because they were everywhere …” If you’re not au fait with Divinyls’ music, the picks to click are: their entire 1983 debut album Desperate followed by “Casual Encounter”, “Pleasure and Pain”, “Sleeping Beauty” and “Back to the Wall.”

Share ten different favourite characters from ten different pieces of media, in no particular order, then tag/send to ten people (anon or not).

I was tagged by @cas-sims and @drawing-way-outside-the-lines, thank you for thinking of me!

Maggie Chascarillo- Love and Rockets.

Poussey Washington- OITNB

Lucy Jordan- The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

Rajan Patel- Sims 3

Don Lothario- Sims 2

Elaine of Astolat- The Lady of Shalott

Dina Fox- Superstore

Hannah Gadsby- Nanette

Emma Bovary- Madame Bovary

Chrissy Amphlett- Divinyls

I would like to tag @windermeresimblr @streetlites @ktarsims @zosa95 @anamoon63 @woohooasbats @muses-circle @sweetpyxels @igglemouse and @persimmonsimmer! No obligation of course! ;=)

bored. manifesting that if/when mcr go on tour again they cover I touch myself by divinyls. just to feel something

I come around and see you cause I want to remind you But what if she's there how would I find you You've got a new baby but I want you back again I'm liable to do anything I might kick her face in

people who say the name kinderwhore is problematic and the subculture is “catering to pedos” are so stupid do you guys know anything abt punk .

THIS IS BETTER THAN I TOUCH MYSELF THIS IS BETTER THAN I TOUCH MYSELF THIS IS BETTER THAN I TOUCH MYSELF.

"He's beautiful. I really like Michael. I really like Michael very much." "True love. It's like a high school dance back here, we can't help ourselves."

Chrissy Amphlett - Divinyls

“Christina Amphlett plays a town slut who's moving up in the world of sexual - and emotional - obsession, like Iggy Pop with a heart as big - and needful – as his dick.”

/ From Robert Christgau’s review of Divinyls’ debut album Desperate (1983) /

Born on this day: feral, perverse and raspy-voiced frontwoman of underrated post-punk Australian band Divinyls, Christina Amphlett (25 October 1959 - 21 April 2013. Some sources claim the birth year 1954). I was privileged to see Divinyls perform and interview bad girl Amphlett for my university newspaper in 1991 in Montréal (when Divinyls had their fluke international hit with “I Touch Myself”). She was great! (I had no inkling that at the time Amphlett was battling alcoholism, as she’d later recount in her 2005 autobiography Pleasure and Pain). The Montréal audience was totally nonplussed by the volatile Amphlett’s abrasive sex kitten-gone-berserk stage antics (there was lots of deep stripper squats, breast-cupping and crotch-grabbing delivered with a contemptuous snarl). The New York Times critic absolutely nailed this combativeness: “Ms Amphlett often touched herself as she sang, but she wasn’t flirting with the audience or the band… Many of her gestures were those of a hostess at a party she didn’t want to give, with contemptuous curtsies and over-elaborate arm waves … The audience … didn’t seem to approve of Ms Amphlett’s mixed messages … pop audiences like their come-ons without irony; otherwise, there’s a possibility that the joke might be on them. After Ms Amphlett finished the set with “I Touch Myself”, lying on her back or crouching with the microphone held between her knees, the applause was subdued and almost grudging." Amphlett died far too young from a combination of Multiple Sclerosis and breast cancer. All these years later, her remarkable voice (described by Rolling Stone as “a voice that swings from a schoolgirl’s trill to a harridan’s growl”) still casts a spell.