This is the freshest rock I’ve heard in years. It’s hard to find anything new under the bright, burning solar zeppelin in the sky since, oh, Physical Graffiti, but Nobody’s Baby’s self-titled debut EP screams and peels with the best kind of hard, jarring alternative and complex, melodic punk. It is definitely like nothing we’ve heard before. We can expect great things from this band, but we really don’t have to. This EP destroys (but in a good way) more than most bands achieve in a lifetime.
From the squealing tires, the kick, kick kick, snare, young love, and the blood curdling scream — Nobody’s Baby rises from the wreck. Formed around the idea of capturing the raw honesty buried in early 60’s cheese schlock, Nobody’s Baby conjures Shangri-Las on a Saturday night speed binge, Del Shannon still drunk on a Monday morning, and Buddy Holly post-plane crash. The band writes a love letter to all of this. They spill their misunderstood hearts on the page, with blown out female/male vocals, vintage fuzz pedals, trashcan reverb, and cave dweller drums. The end result is a Death Doo-Wop funeral parade — everyone’s invited.
Nobody’s Baby emerged from the Bay Area independent music scene in 2018, combining members of The Atom Age and Dirty Denim. Having performed with bands such as Naked Giants, Twin Temple and The Undertones, they’re set to conquer Portland and the World.
