Made Out Of Babies

As their playfully gruesome name suggests, Made Out Of Babies are not a demure or delicate band, but a vehicle of cathartic assault; as evocative as The Jesus Lizard, as imaginative and impassioned as Björk, as disturbingly frank and unnerving as Big Black, the New York City quartet conjures a wholly unique sense of claustrophobic fury, undermining the listener’s sense of order and rationality.

Having signed to Neurot in 2005—probably the most outright rock act to have yet done so—Made Out Of Babies released their debut Trophy to immediate critical acclaim, with Revolver describing vocalist Julie Christmas as “Courtney Love, PJ Harvey and Karen O rolled into one whirling, wailing dervish,” while Kerrang suggested that “it’s not just her yelping and screaming that gets ingrained in your soul, but her whole essence. Made Out Of Babies leave you completely disconcerted.”

While Christmas attracts the attention of bewitched critics, a band comprised of guitarist Brendan Tobin, bassist Cooper (Players Club) and drummer Matthew Egan generate the industrial energy behind Made Out Of Babies’ churning hardcore rush, summoning a slithering pit of churning, caffeinated noise-rock reminiscent of greats like Steel Pole Bathtub, Unsane and Silverfish.