WOW! The folks in Baby Guts have nailed it. Gasoline is a great EP, reminiscent of Babes in Toyland, Bikini Kill, and
Hole. But, do not let the last comparison fool you: this is a straight up punk rock band. From the opening tune,
"Sea Salt & Wax," Laura (Guitar/vocals) snarls and screeches her way through this. With buzzsaw guitar tone she crafts
wonderfully noisy, yet coherent structures layered with deafening drums and bass. Speaking of which, the drummer hits, pounds,
smashes and scraps his skins as he ought to. They are as much hardcore as, dare I saw, Riot Grrl?
The lyrics are not so much angry as they are a declaration of independence. However, it would be easy to mistake them
for the latter. Haing witnessed this band live, it's hard not to envision Taylor's (bass) frump of hair whipping around as
I listen to this. His vocals really seem to round out the sound -- imagine tantrums of blood curdling proportions.
Baby Guts have successfully fused the best elements of hardcore and sludge rock, creating an intense hybrid.
Right down to the depiction of a deer-onkey looking thing on the cover, this is an attractive record. Baby Guts is
fourth-wave and they have snatched the flag. Thank you Guilt Ridden Pop. I'm ready for more guts. (zabby)
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