Melanie Baker, based in Newcastle (UK), makes music about everything that hurts, and what feels just right. With a huge dynamic range- from noisy guitars, pounding drums, and anthemic choruses all the way to quiet introspection free of pretense - she kicks the door open with her uncompromising honesty. With touches of absurd and witty lyricism, she channels warmth while exploring queer identity, remorse, love, anxiety, anger, and pain, blending singer-songwriter sensibilities with riot grrrl energy in a universe of raw emotion. All the while, she reclaims the aesthetics and messaging of grunge and 90's alt-rock through a modern lens and makes it entirely her own. The result is explosive choruses, crunching intros, and towering bridges where her lived experiences and inner life shine through every note. Her heart is visibly pumping out of her chest while her eyes and tongue bug out, steam rising from her collar in a cacophony of steam-engine whistles. It is three-dimensional alt-rock squished with a giant two-dimensional sledgehammer!
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Melanie Baker, based in Newcastle (UK), makes music about everything that hurts, and what feels just right. With a huge dynamic range- from noisy guitars, pounding drums, and anthemic choruses all the way to quiet introspection free of pretense - she kicks the door open with her uncompromising honesty. With touches of absurd and witty lyricism, she channels warmth while exploring queer identity, remorse, love, anxiety, anger, and pain, blending singer-songwriter sensibilities with riot grrrl energy in a universe of raw emotion. All the while, she reclaims the aesthetics and messaging of grunge and 90's alt-rock through a modern lens and makes it entirely her own. The result is explosive choruses, crunching intros, and towering bridges where her lived experiences and inner life shine through every note. Her heart is visibly pumping out of her chest while her eyes and tongue bug out, steam rising from her collar in a cacophony of steam-engine whistles. It is three-dimensional alt-rock squished with a giant two-dimensional sledgehammer!
