If we are to assume that Barstow Bats take their name from the notoriously depraved scene in Hunter S Thompson’s notoriously depraved novel, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, then they could have hardly picked a better moniker.
For in Under My Skin, their latest EP, they have created a paranoia flecked soundscape both violent and unsettling enough to accompany such a work.
The opening track, also called ‘Under My Skin’, has a real buzzing ferocity to it, confirming their position on the outer reaches of indie rock, and thus avoiding the mediocrity that tends to plague many modern day guitar bands.
‘The Colour of Money’ is pulled along by a bassline at once both louche and ominous, and probably owes a debt to some of the happier gothic rock bands of the 1980’s.
Here is a band that truly understands the sense of mania that a well-placed keyboard/synthesizer can bring, wonderful to hear from an instrument so often misused.
‘Diamond Butterflies’ is a dark folk cathedral of a song, and is testament to the musical dexterity of the band.
It’s a heady track, swirling around like a music box, and is always a joy to listen to.
‘Just a Girl’ never threatens to be the strongest track on the EP; though there is enough latent intrigue, both lyrically and musically to suggest that it will stand up to repeat listening.
‘Shades of Blue’ marks a tender ending, though that belies the continuing unease of the lyrical themes; they always stay the right side of creepiness, but only just.
It’s a fine line to tread, but Under My Skin has the hooks and choruses to grab your attention, and enough experimentation to keep it.
Buy the ticket, take the ride as dear old Hunter would have said.
Words: Os Wright
