YOU try telling these primal r'n'r gals that women can't be Husbands.
So yeah, the Husbands are progressive, if a trio of ladies who go by the moniker "the Husbands" strikes you as forwardthinking (and they hail from San Francisco, natch). In their hearts, tho, our gals --- singer/guitarist Sarah Reed, guitarist Sadie Shaw and percussionist/bassist Casey Ward -- are rock and roll primitives. Their sophomore album, There's Nothing I'd Like More Than to See You Dead is a raw blast of old-school gawk that will fill your primal garage needs. Nearly every song checks in at two minutes long and sounds like it was recorded in an empty storage locker. Reed can scream with the best of 'em, as she proves on tracks like the opening demand "Tell Me Your Love Is Only Mine" and the good-dumb "Monster Party". As much fun as the garage numbers are, they also show some flashes of nuance and growth, too, essential in the reductive garage genre. There's the late-night blues vibe of "Much Too Late", the '60s girl group of "Never Again" and the poor-girl's Wall of Sound takes "Just Ain't Right For Me" and "Running Scared". These tweaks may not seem like much, but it's more than enough to set the Husbands apart from the 500 other garage bands that've released an album this year.