Hide Your Daughters

Featuring members of the Winnepeg death squad Ken Mode, Electro Quaterstaff and Meatrack, Hide Your Daughters is greater than the sum of its parts. Hopefully not a one-time-only endeavour, HYD draws heavily from fellow Winnepeg sludge punk cowboys the Kittens. In fact, I'm not sure if this is a sick and twisted love letter to the dearly departed felines or a long-lost suicide note from them. Musically HYD mine the same country-ish feel while throwing around Melvins-sized rock sludge, vintage Helmet-like pounding and classic AmRep-style abrasion. Vocalist Jeff Laplante has a raspier voice than Pony's yowl and at times comes across like Gwar/Kepone screamer/bassist Michael Bishop. The twin guitar rhythms and leads intertwine like spasming barracudas, recalling similar sounds from the early efforts of Ink and Dagger or the National Acrobat. Throw in a pervasive rock feel and some selective borrowing (I swear they lifted the middle of "Deserving” from Manson's "Lunchbox”) and its catchiness is off the charts. Hide your daughters? No, sacrifice them to this band instead.