Bikini Kill delivered their second album just a little bit too late. By the time Reject All American hit the stores in 1996, the media's fascination with riot grrrl had passed, leaving the band the province of a small cult. Of course, they prefer it that way, but the insularity of their audience and their message is reflected in the music. Reject All American has the requisite raw production, blistering three-chord riffs, and Kathleen Hanna's gut-churning screams, but the result isn't necessarily entirely effective. The problem is the band is preaching to a converted audience -- and their music doesn't have enough hooks to effectively sell their message. There are some good songs on the album, and on the whole it's a tighter album than their debut, but it doesn't capture the moment the way Pussy Whipped did, and Bikini Kill are all about immediacy. Therefore, Reject All American is sort of irrelevant.
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AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine