Laura Larson's rage-filled shrieks fill Gasoline with dirty garage band angst.
It’s not a pretty band name is it? And that’s exactly the way the dirty garage band Baby Guts wants it to be. At just a hair over twenty minutes, Gasoline is led, at times, by rage-filled vocalist/giutarist Laura Larson. Think of the shriek you’d hear if The Gossip’s Beth Ditto discovered both of her boobs fell out of her bra and you’d get the picture. The same sort of performance is given during the up-tempo, high-octane "Tetnis" but "Cringe" is a far better effort all around that shows an equivalent amount of moxie and chops. The album improves with each song like the melodic but intense "Rocket Hips" and the hellacious "Flies" that instantly soars. Another keeper is the Wolfmother-esque "Three Dollar Black Eyes".