CHEMICAL PEEL: Bad Cream: Cassette

The second release from this trio out of South Carolina fills the lungs of post-punk and riot grrrl with fresh oxygen. A lo-fi, garage sound permeates the eight new tracks built on fuzzed-out guitars and bone-rattling bass lines. Evoking a shade of early Christian Death, a brooding bass hum anchors “Hell,” as it accelerates, face to the windshield from a penetrating bass hum into a sing-song chorus, then seamlessly reverts back. More like Bikini Kill with a bad heroin habit than the straight up rock’n’roll of The Runaways or effervescent shenanigans of Bratmobile; this ought not to be missed. Recommended.

 –Kristen K (Self-released