Le Tigre was a band that was never supposed to be. What was initially founded in 1998 as a backing band for riot grrl legend Kathleen Hanna’s lo-fi electronic solo project Julie Ruin ultimately became this trio of “underground electro-feminist performance artists.” Along with zine-maker Johanna Fateman and video and visual artist Sadie Benning, Hanna went full-throttle into the booming NYC electroclash scene of the late ’90s. But unlike a lot of the artists in that microgenre, Le Tigre were presenting an updated version of Hanna’s first band Bikini Kill’s message: feminism and equality, but a much more intersectional version of it that relied heavily on visual arts. The trio dressed in matching costumes and performed in front of a slideshow of images that accompanied each song to bolster its politics. On their self-titled first album, they rallied against pop culture they found soulless, celebrated like-minded and band-inspirational artists, extolled and spit bile at New York City (most straightforwardly, “Oh fuck Giuliani/ he’s such a fucking jerk”), sang about robots and dancing alone, and flexed their muscles at crafting sound-collages.