This Little Underground
Our live music columnist promotes music-minded cultural happenings and talks Zenas Fisk, Babysitter and Rot Guts
Published: May 29, 2013
Later down the street (Uncle Lou’s), it was back to punk-rock basics. Drawing first blood was new Orlando band the Rot Guts. Their meaty, smeared rock was the embodiment of American underground rawness with a slight outsider edge. They were rough, sometimes bringing me to the point of wondering what exactly was going on. But for all its lack of discipline, their performance at least careened with some real wildness.
Closing the night was local trio Tit Sweat. In case you couldn’t divine it from their name, they’re an all-female punk band. And though two-thirds of their ranks come from another Orlando all-female punk act, the game-topping Wet Nurse, this band is less hook-happy, more riot grrrl and entirely kick-ass.
But, holy hell, the big, fat, juicy burger in the middle was touring band Babysitter. This was one of those surprise moments of slapping truth and clarity that we’re lucky enough to have happen at Uncle Lou’s from time to time. From the first note, their set was an instant bonfire that didn’t let up until they unplugged. The first thing that hits you about these Canadian longhairs is their searing energy. It’s a party on live wires. But don’t let the full-tilt, bash-it-out mien fool you; these cats are marksmen of the first order. Under all those hot, flying sparks is great melodic range and ability – some slack ’90s loudness, some good ’70s snot, lots of rock & roll, all packed into a tight, high-efficiency, punk-rock pill. In short, they kick out great songs with hit-and-run intent. And that frontman is just feral.
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