Trick Babys

A Fool and His Money Will Soon Be Partying (Go Kart)
by Scott Hefflon

Labeled “pump rock,” at least by their label, Trick Babys are the glitter in the gutter, the screech of a robust alley cat backed up by the rumble of delivery trucks in low gear, and in essence, hard-drinkin’, sharp-tongued, balls-out rock ‘n’ roll. Fronted by the bellowing Lynne Von, whose squeals are frighteningly similar to those of a Madam threatening to kick your scrawny white ass if you don’t calm the fuck down, Trick Babys possess the knowledge of New York’s raunch rock history without ever sounding antiquated, retro, or pretentiously textbook. Bass and drums lay down the heavy foundation, thick and stinky like fresh asphalt, while guitarist Mitro alternates between shoveling and smoothing the jagged bits into place and taking quick smoke breaks, breaking bottles and spilling trash cans for kicks. Lording over it all is Lynne Von, a tough cookie Russ Meyer would love, roaring her bastardized bluesy vocals. The heart of a die-hard partier, the voice of a tavern keeper – like Mama Cass with bleached blonde hair and a purple feather boa – Lynne Von and the Trick Babys are rock.