People forget that British punk, even at its most dour and political, always bristled with a sense of humor: the humor of the damned, perhaps. Punk music was deliberately anti-poetic and, for many, anti-musical, but it quickly morphed into a DIY movement among Britain's disaffected youth. There were always performers and bands who were more concerned with the statement of putting out their own records and getting their own gigs than with maintaining any kind of unified 'punk sound.'
I wonder how many other women had their own eureka moment after hearing The Raincoats play?
Amazing how one moment like that can completely change the trajectory of music.