Whenever I seem to stumble upon something really good, you can bet your part time earnings on it that’s there’s some kind of affiliation between it and something else in my life and/or I’m pretty late on getting to it. BABY TALK check both of these boxes, but I don’t really care. I found them late one night whilst trawling through what seemed like endless mediocre tunes on Bandcamp, and when I stumbled upon ‘Cancer Lites’, I felt a sense of relief that I can only imagine you’d feel if your cat was stuck in a tree and you’ve managed to get it down safely. Naturally, these guys are repped by everyone’s favourite female lo-fi sensation KEEL HER, which means you should absolutely 100% check out ‘Cancer Lites’ via the stream below. It’s pure, unadulterated husky, rough-around-the-edges garage rock with a bit more of a handsome vibe to it. Imagine if some businessmen in their Hugo Boss suits threw down their briefcases and picked up instruments before rolling around on the ground for a bit and you’re halfway there. Nice hooks, too.
I’m not sure why a band would label what is obviously an online product, “The Cassette EP.” Perhaps there was an unexpected accident resulting in a box of 500 cassettes on fire and a band struggling to map out their next move. For lack of a better title, they named their demo after their charred product.
The 500 cassettes could have easily ran the band around 250 dollars, plus printing costs for the sleeves. Already in the red, perhaps Baby Talk figured that releasing their EP online for free might attract the attention of some kind of altruistic artist-enabler/mogul, or perhaps find themselves on the cover of their favorite industry blog, MONEY TALK$.
Sadly, they will not be financially compensated for appearing on this blog or others because for the most part, blogs are not concerned with the financial outcome of the artists we cover. We are only here to rack up those hits. I’m averaging around 347,345 a day at the moment, so investors/advertisers take note.
It’s a really poppy record. The kind of record Grant Hart would have released had he not died in that van on the Husker’s final tour. It sounds dirty, tapping into a major lo-fi market right away. With proper promotion I’m projecting countless downloads of this product in the San Francisco area.
