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Music Review: Made Out of Babies – Coward

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It starts and ends with a scream: The lacerating shriek of lead singer Julie Christmas bookends Coward, the sophomore album by New York City metal foursome Made Out of Babies. Her fierce holler kicks off “Silverback” with a rush of rage, and it caps off the roiling build of “Gunt” like an exclamation point crafted from barbed wire. The timbre of Julie’s screams sets the tone for the music sandwiched in between them – Coward is an album of brutal intensity, a brawny slab of songs swung like a sledgehammer towards the spot between the listener’s eyes.

The band’s name brings to mind a goregrind outfit, the kind of group that plays as loudly and rapidly with as little variance as possible while a guy who sounds like Cookie Monster growls about meat hook vasectomies. To my everlasting relief, any fascination with grue stops at the moniker – Made Out of Babies play solid, hefty metal with a weighty bottom end. The prominence of bassist Cooper’s instrumentation lends much of Coward a tone that’s both sinuous and sinister whilst beefing up the mid-tempo churn that is the band’s specialty. They can do fast – check out the bludgeoning “Silverback” or the whipsaw attack of “Mr. Prison Shanks,” where guitarist Bunny gets to take front and center – but the majority of Coward is a slow burn. The atmosphere gets thick, thick enough that Matthew Egan’s drums feel a bit muted. (That’s likely a production flaw; producer Steve Albini tends to do things like that.)

It’s fortunate, then, that Christmas’s pipes are well-equipped to cut through the raging sludge. As mentioned earlier, the ragged caterwaul she emits is impressive. As I’m inordinately fond of bands with screaming female leads, I was perhaps predisposed to enjoying that part of the band’s arsenal; what I didn’t expect was her equal adeptness with smoother sections of the human vocal range. Christmas also possesses a hard-edged croon which she showcases to great effect in the midsection of Coward, most notably on “Death in April.” It’s tuneful yet with a slight touch of truculence, which only enhances the nervous-making air about much of the album. Whether singing or shouting, Christmas is a true find.

It’s what she sings or shouts, though, that ends up being the Achilles heel of Made Out of Babies. The lyrics on Coward are of the disconnected-metaphor stripe, and while I appreciate that approach as opposed to the over-explicit style of lyricism favored by the average emo band, Made Out of Babies step in the wrong directions with it. Parsing out the exact meaning of something like “Proud to Drown” is a difficult task indeed (“Proud to drown / Trapped in leaves on broken sound / Burning roofs in scalpless towns / Hoping you can hear it now”), as the words dance perilously close to nonsense.

Obscurity, though, is preferable to the times when the lyrics jump straight across the line into the realms of the silly, as in the chorus for “Out” (“And now we sing and scream / It seems our dreams / Are spools of string / And pigs with wings”). They’re trying to do something different and new, I know, and I wish I could be sympathetic. But I don’t think many of the lyrical conceits come off like they should. They’re aiming for the scorching Dadaist poetry of someone like The Blood Brothers, but they instead create a clumsy hash.

This isn’t to say the album isn’t worthy of a listen – on the contrary, Coward is nothing if not compelling. The awkward lyrical craft, though, keep it from greatness. Made Out of Babies mark themselves as a band to watch here; the music is tight and focused in its mission to lay waste to any eardrums in its path, and Julie Christmas presents herself as an exciting front-woman. They’ve conquered the music, and that’s the important part. Hopefully the next time I hear them, they’ll have conquered the words as well.

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  • Brian aka Guppusmaximus

    Nice Review…

    Though slinging around the words Brutal,Metal & Whipsaw should be reserved for bands that actually can crush your eardrums with their power, I would chalk these guys up as a pretty decent Chicago Rock/Hardcore outfit.

    For the Brutal Metal scene, I suggest:
    Gorod
    Necrophagist
    & Illogicist
    for starters…

  • http://www.moviesteve.blogspot.com Steve C.

    Yeah, you’re probably right about that… I do tend to get hyperbolic when I fall into the writing groove. Then again, I’m utterly mystified by genre in terms of music anyway.

  • Brian aka Guppusmaximus

    “I’m utterly mystified by genre in terms of music anyway.”

    I’m utterly mystified by that statement..
    I really wish I could point you in the right direction for a book to read on this subject.

  • http://theaquarian.com/artistfeatures.php?aid=485 DannyAquarian

    NEw interview with Made out of babies!