Thanks, physics! Babies CD a keeper
Some albums take their time growing on you, requiring many listens for their final grandeur and worth to shine through. Some hit you right away, akin to being hit in the throat by a gold brick.
Of course, albums that fall into either of these categories are in the minority most are worthless scraps of plastic, doomed to bear a rap/metal band's recording ventures for all eternity. On the other hand, CDs that have come to bear VHS and the Babies' debut, Don't Hurt Em, should be proud- they have fulfilled their mission in life, succeeded where many have failed, and are now forever imprinted with something that possesses great intrinsic value.
Don't Hurt Em begins with bassist Wendy Korwin's words "Let's do/Let's do/Let's do everything again" before the guitar, bass, and drums launch into a simple three-chord riff. Nostalgia seems to rule the lyrical body of this track. The first words out of Korwin's mouth are seemingly an ode to the past– "Bownies and cross-stitch and late night kung-fu movies/I wanna be your little sister" are reminiscent of Blast Off Country Style's Evelyn Hurley, fairly cool and removed (She's not quite performing vocal gymnastics, but really, how many Careys/Agulieras/Houstons do we need?).
The second track on the album, "Scully's Baby," is a huge crowd favorite at the group's shows, and from the recording, it's easy to see why. The song's huge chorus, with keyboardist Andy Miller (who's also in the on-again off-again indie-group Gulf Coast Army) providing syncopated backup vocals (as well a classic "strings" sound on his keys) that seem to punctuate the spaces between Korwin's words is just phenomenal, as is the song's lyrical topic (Scully, the redheaded FBI agent from the X-Files, was supposedly impregnated by aliens in one of the show's later seasons).
"Who Let the Dogs Out and Put Them Back In & Neutered Them?" sports not only the best title I've ever heard, but also a healthy dose of some fine indie-rock. Guitarist Sam Turner takes over the lead vocals for this track- he has a voice slightly reminiscent of a higher-pitched J. Mascis from Dinosaur Jr.- and drummer Mike Powell really shines, letting loose more than he has done on the previous tracks (the multi-instrumentalist also plays in Gulf Coast Army, and local feel-fest Richard, Your Postman).
Don't Hurt Em is one great track after the other, with titles like "Welcome to the Sweet Valley School of Hard Knocks" and "Baby Jesus' Microphone" giving only hints of the erudite (or at least thought-provoking) lyrics contained within.
Even if you don't want to dissect the words, there's always the music– bubbling up from the CD, through your player's digital/analog converter, carried along the speaker or headphone cord, and finally reproduced by creating vibrations of air molecules. With Don't Hurt Em, physics is truly your friend.