The history of one-person pop-punk bands is not exactly a long and storied one. I'm sure I'm missing some, but I can think of exactly one previous example: Adam Goren, a high-school chemistry teacher from Philadelphia who spent about a decade recording and touring as Atom And His Package. The Package was a cheap, bloopy electronic kit, and Goren would use it to back him up as he sang nasal-clever songs about whatever. And he did this in a full-on punk rock context. It was a trip. He'd pull up to your local community center, playing halfway up the bill at a six-band hardcore matinee and singing songs with titles like "If You Own The Washington Redskins, You're A Cock" for crowds of teenagers who just wanted to spinkick each other. (Somehow, I saw Goren live five or six times in college. He'd hit the Syracuse area at least a couple of times a year.) For Goren, the whole enterprise was equal parts sincere and silly, and it's a miracle that he kept it going for as long as he did. But now Goren has company. Lisa Prank, from Seattle, is carrying the flame for one-person pop-punk bands, and she's doing it beautifully.