“I love you inside, I love you inside-out!” Betty Machete sings on “I Love Your Guts.” She is fucking angry. She’s got the perfect death rattle voice for these grimy, mean-spirited tunes. There are no frills on this record. No wanky guitar solos or self-important instrumental flourishes. This is no-nonsense, negative, knuckle-cracking punk rock’n’roll, and I’m way into it.