With Rob Zamarki’s crooning and bullhorn shouts, and Emily Unverferht’s icy angel-turned-howling-banshee wails, Sweetie confuse as much as they entertain.
McCaughan’s slightly falsetto, river-of-angst vocals communicate suburban teen melancholy through a long, slow, dissonant wash reminiscent of empty classrooms.
Chloe Sweeney stomps and slithers all over the songs like bitch-in-a-bad-mood, spitting venom on everything and everything she comes into contact with.
Right off the bat, Major Label Debut comes out swingin’ fast and furious. I don’t think SW has ever been this venomous and quick-tempoed. That’s saying a lot.
Like Neubauten, like Crash Worship, like ¡Tchkung!, Savage Aural Hotbed loves drums. Lots of ’em. But unlike said bands, SAH are not political, nor even savage.
Like late ’80s power/thrash metal never died. Wandering instrumental intros, riff-by-numbers guitarwork, and clear-yer-throat-snarlboy vocals. Dated as hell.