Bombaby – Absurdist Rock Volume 1 The Custard Chronicles
BOMBABY’s 1st ALBUM
Two mad musicians known as Bomb and Baby have created what can only be described as clusterfuck of whimsical metal funk. Be prepared for lyrics with no filter that make zero sense. This album laughs in the face of normality. Every song is as unpredictable the quantum physics of a neutron star. Often times it’s as heavy as one too. Lets have a look at this monster album track for track. Keep in mind that all of these bangers were written and recorded in a single day and released the day afterwards until the album was complete.
There’s a Rat In The Hospital: A rat’s existential crisis anthem punctuated with cheesy little synthy stabs, reversed drum grooves that still keep your foot tapping, a bass break that breaks necks and sweet juicy distortion. Woah these guys can sing/scream/talk like babys so well!
My Baby: AH YAH MAHTHAFAKAH. My baby’s gonna fuck you up, bitch. The drum groove on this song is too good. It makes you forget that this song seems to be about two parents trying to out baby each other, which is more than slightly disturbing. OH GOD I think I just got crushed by that short distortion break. What did I just listen to and why did I like it? I have no idea.
Sensitive Farmer: This Metal inspired song in not suggestive at all. Its just about touching produce to make sure it’s okay. You gotta look out for the interests of emotionally intelligent food makers. This song makes you feel like you’re at a farmers market after taking 3 tabs of acid and drinking a whole bottle of Jack spiked with MDMA. There’s this beautiful part towards the end that Kevin Parker would envy. Its so dreamy. Don’t get used to it cause your dreams are then shattered with more chaotic guitars. What a mad mad mad song. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s manic laughter in all of their songs…
Auto Cunt: A song that hits you with a wall of off kilter drums and a guitar riff to match in the sweetest fuzz sound you’ll have the pleasure of hearing. Then it unceremoniously throws you over that wall into the land of optimistic rock and builds into another round of brain mashing riff rock. Then you’re seduced by some Ooh lalala’s that sound so sleazy they could have come out of the hole in Trumps face that he shits out of.
Judas Loves Mangoes: If a Sunday school song was written by a demonic baby with an affinity for fruit. How is this song cutesy and badass at the same time? My brain hurts.
Everything’s Impossible: Have you ever been given a solid reality check by a lumo clad old couple that’s definitely taken uppers and downers and siders and any other kind of inebriant that makes them spit way too much while they talk? Me neither. Okay this song is nothing like that but it made me think of it. On a more serious note, the production on this whole album has really sunk in by now. It’s so good that you kinda don’t notice it. On a less serious note. There’s definitely manic laughter in all the songs on this album.
Kingpin Baby: OMG YAAAS did you see that new series Prison Baby? It’s like Prison Break but with more nappies and grannies.
Manfucker: HEY! THAT’S OFFENS…… Holy shit that bass tone just turned the frogs gay and I love it. Anyone who gets offended by this song obviously doesn’t understand this funky celebration of gayness. For two straight dudes they really do know how to make a man stoked for another guy’s sexual orientation. I never thought I would want a Metal Funk anthem about banging dudes but here I am listening to this song for the 5th time. You have to stick around for the two epic epic epic drops near the end. What a fucker of a song.
Devils Dick: Ever wondered if Satan is a Fukkboi? According to this song he definitely is and won’t even introduce you to his parents. What a dick. Oh well… I’m too busy marvelling at how tight this song sounds to be hung up on tabasco dick. The drumming is insane. Like asking your girlfriend’s dad to lend you his extra large condoms.
The Ballad of My name Is Tristan: An exercise in meta music that drips with epic guitar tone featuring the golden voice of Tristan. I like how the lyrics criticising christianity are sung by a christian dude. They only just barely make sense but that doesn’t matter man just bang your head to the doom inspired riff sandwich. It’s a bit lengthy and waffling but the song grows on you.
FINAL THOUGHTS: The Custard Chronicles are a prime example of the potential you face when you stop taking things so seriously as a band and focus on the performance aspect. The album is whimsical and badass at the same time. Its something you won’t soon forget after listening to it, kinda like that hot couple high off their tits making out and undressing each other on the dance floor. Beautiful and offensive and confusing all at the same time. There are moments in this album that just plain blow you away and you can be happy to know that they are genuinely thought up on the fly. No convoluted creative process. Just messy pure talent that doesn’t give a fuck. I give this album a strong 8 out of 10. Go listen to it and recharge your sense of humour. Click on the album picture to go to their bandcamp.com page.
