It’s a shame MTV haven’t considered bringing back Daria, because it’s within that spectrum that you could hear MUTT’s pummelling grunge fitting in seamlessly as the Morgendorffer malcontent casts her sardonic wares. Lovingly steeped in the mid-1990s, MUTT are certainly an unholy mongrel of a band – throughout, you can hear the brooding, dark riffs of leading alt bands such as The Breeders, Belly, Hole and, latterly, Wolf Alice. The most prominent example is the abrasive ‘Etching’, which juxtaposes some intense fuzz with the unnervingly sweet vocals of Lottie Spencer.
At some points it almost sounds like Debbie Harry fronting Smashing Pumpkins, particularly on the fizzed-up bass work of ‘Hammerheart’, which is complimented by Spencer’s soothing, untampered delivery, a la The Cranberries. It’s the 1990s hard rock shtick they’re pedalling, though, and it’s clear Pixies’ musical oxymoron of Kim Deal’s clarity and Frank Black’s howl were high on MUTT’s agenda; the opening track of their self-titled EP, ‘Etchings’, could have come straight off Trompe Le Monde.
Recently, the band put in a sterling performance supporting Australian hellions Dune Rats, and if they continue to plough the same heavily melodic furrow, you can be sure to see them cramming a fair few sweatboxes in the near future.
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