If you thought a little thing like the collapse of civilization would stop the Atomic Sisters from looking their best, you’ve got another thing coming. Their latest high-energy anthem, “Mint Condition,” is a tribute to every dame in the wasteland who refuses to let a little fallout ruin a perfectly good wing of eyeliner.

Putting the Class in Collapse

Vivian, Rosemary, and Frankie are back to remind us that while the world has gone gray, our wardrobes don’t have to. “Mint Condition” is all about that “glam survives” philosophy. Whether it’s ironing a skirt with the heat from an emergency flare or drying curls in the intake of a bunker’s air filter, the Sisters prove that style isn’t a luxury—it’s a form of resistance.

As Frankie says, “Doom don’t dull a classic dame.” It’s about more than just vanity; it’s about maintaining a sense of self when the sirens are calling out and the sky is dim.

Powdered, Proud, and Unafraid

This track is a fast-paced jump-swing number that’ll have you polishing your boots (with bunker oil, of course) and straightening your seams. It’s a call to arms for the “Lipstick Rebels” to keep their brows on fleek and their polish unchipped, even when flirtin’ with fate.

So, light a flare and swing that braid—because in the KNF7 territory, we don’t just survive the apocalypse; we do it in mint condition.

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MINT CONDITION

by: Atomic Sisters

I shine my boots with bunker oil
My lashes curl despite the toll
The world’s gone gray the sky’s gone dim
But I still wear blush on a radiation whim

I’m mint condition despite the fallout
Lipstick steady and the sirens calling out
My seams are straight my brows on fleek
This dame’s been fierce for over a week

I iron my skirt with the heat from a flare
And dry my curls in a filtered air
I wear my pearls when a haul’s supplies
Because glam survives when the old-world dies

I’m mint condition despite the blast
My eyeliner’s sharp and built to last
The world may crack but I refuse to
Chip my polish or scuff my shoes

Powder puff victory sash
Spore proof gloss and a sassy flash
Doom don’t dull a classic dame
We put class in collapse and flame

We’re mint condition all bunker bells
We flirt with fate and we do it well
So light that flare and swing that braid
We’re powdered proud and unafraid