The Donnas could kick Maroon 5's collective skinny bum. This I know. I mean, the Donnas play rock 'n' roll; it's loud, it's bawdy and it's cheeky as heck, so that kicking bum scenario isn't really up for debate.

Most of you, I'm guessing, are heading over to the BJC to get down to a bunch of love-centric Maroon 5 songs, but I have a suggestion: Start and end that pre-partying early enough to arrive in time for the Donnas' rollicking set. Here's why:

The Donnas have been writing and performing party-hardy clit rock since their middle school years, an age when the rest of us were busy contemplating the awesomeness that is Ace of Base.

The Donnas' existence justifies publishing puns like "clit rock."

The Donnas recently grew out of and discarded that Ramones-esque same-name gimmick. See, they used to be Donna A., Donna R., Donna F. and Donna C., but now they're Brett Anderson (vocals), Allison Robertson (guitar), Maya Ford (bass) and Torry Castellano (drums). Aw, they're growing up so fast.

The Donnas performed in two vanilla, though tasty, teen flicks in the same year (good ol' 1999) and lived to tell about it -- Jawbreaker and that Melissa Joan Hart outfit, Drive Me Crazy. Any band that can survive a post-Clarissa Melissa Joan Hart project and not have its career nosedive is worthy of your respect.

I once saw the Donnas open for Busta Rhymes (don't ask), and somehow, an audience of folks there to put their hands where Busta's eyes could see didn't throw anything shatterable or concussion-causing at the Donnas' heads. So if the Donnas can delight a bunch of rowdy rap fans, just think of the possibilities of what they can do with listeners of Top 40 adult-alternative pop-rock.

-- Compiled by Caralyn Green