The Sun’s Not Yellow, It’s Chicken
11 March 2014
by Gavin Lloyd
There’s a problem slowly sweeping its way across the nation. As serious as it is, very few are taking the stand to address. Bassists up and down the country are quaking in fear. The slow but steady rise in two-blokes-making-a-racket-core in recent times is threatening their position. The likes of God Damn and Slaves have quickly become media darlings, and despite sounding very different, they’re all been forbearers for the demise of four-string slappers and poppers.
To makes matters worse, the notion that bassists are a commodity rather than a necessity seems to be spreading to Scandinavia. Norway’s Barren Womb are yet another band releasing an album with the mentality that too many cooks spoil the broth, especially if one of those cooks plays bass. Unlike the aforementioned Slaves, this duo’s debut The Sun’s Not Yellow, It’s Chicken is more likely to have Fearne Cotton cowering in the corner that shrieking that it’s “AMAZING!”
While having the stripped back, lo-fi delivery you’d expect from a two person outfit, the pair use it to deliver satisfyingly scrappy punk rock. Sounding a little like The Bronx if less than half of them showed up for band practice, the vocals are snottily spat out, but more often than not letting the riffs and primal drums take charge. The short, sharp bursts of ‘Evil Prevails’ and the brilliantly titled ‘Obi-Wan Chernobyl’ are the audio equivalent of basement shows and bloody knees.
There are a few missteps that unfortunately put a dampener on proceedings. While the likes of the downbeat, droney ‘Bong Aqua’ may mix things up a bit, it also throws a big red stop sign in front of any momentum. Tamer numbers such as ‘Will You Be God’s Art Or Satans’ outstay their welcome and feel a bit dull because of it.
It’s moments like these where Barren Womb tread dangerously close to being yet another poseur punk band, and god knows we don’t need another Fidlar in the world. Thankfully, on the whole Barren Womb’s bile dripping punk does more than enough to make you question whether we really need bassists any way.
Sounds Like: The Bronx, Slaves, Kvelertak
Standout Tracks: Evil Prevails, Only Rain Man Doesn’t Change, Obi-Wan Chernobyl