Oh dear, I've just read what Trouser Press had to say about PMS:
Formed in New York by a pair of Florida-born sisters, this cleverly named female quintet plays grungy hard-rock with snarling vocals. While lyrics run from topical ("Crush the Apartheid," "This Is...") to standard doomsaying ("1984") to splatter ("Night Stalker") to B-movie bikerdom ("Bitch in Heat"), the music is unwaveringly dull.
As I said, oh dear...