Credit to whoever at Fat Cat Records saw through the lo-fi veneer of Honeyblood’s self-made release and heard the songcrafting for what it was: money. Honeyblood wasn’t actually trying to be scuzzy. One mic and an ancient four track was all the duo owned, and the bathroom was the best studio they could afford at the time. In 2012, they released Thrift Shop on cassette, mostly to their friends. A seven-inch followed, and it got them and their smart songs on the road, sending every music writer from the New York Times to Fader into a lather of a kind not seen since Nancy Wilson showed us that ladies too can play rock-and-roll guitar — and are often better at it than their male counterparts.
This Glasgow duo is Cat Myers on drums (she replaced Shona McVicar earlier this year) and Stina Marie Claire Tweeddale on vox and guitar. Their crunch pop is rich and loud, even though Honeyblood is missing all of the other instruments that make up a rock band. That they have such a full sound defies the general principals of minimalism. Older fans will likely find it impossible to not hear the Bangles or the Go Go’s herein as influence, but Bikini Kill or even good old Hole are closer to the mark. Me? I feel like Lou Reed’s Velvet Underground heart is beating somewhere inside this music.
- Friday, March 13, 2015, 8 p.m.
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Honeyblood are touring now in support of their first self-titled full-length, and a lovely lot of songs about your ex it is: “You are the smartest rat in the sewer.” Ouch. Or, your basic fling, depending on one’s point of view: “Darlin’,” Tweeddale sings, “you’ll be all right/ It’s only for one night/ And I will hate you forever.” Don’t let the pretty package distract. Honeyblood is juicy rock and roll by and for women.