Thick
Thick, a bad-to-the-bone pop-punk/garage band from Brooklyn dropped their third EP not much more than days ago. The eponymously titled album is on the Epitaph label.
Thick
The three-track EP depicts the trio’s highflier lyricism. “So Sick” lampoons the kitschy overkill of fashion punks, whereas “Your Mom” targets motherly admonitions, while “Green Eyes” declaims the psychological concept known as projection, aka emotional baggage, wherein the projector always accuses you of that which he/she most despises about himself/herself.
Consisting of Nikki Sisti (guitar, lead vocals), Kate Black (bass, vocals), and Shari Page (drums, vocals), Thick owes its existence to a Craigslist ad crafted by Sisti that read: Two Girls One Drummer. Page replied to the ad and ended up as Thick’s drummer.
Then, like most bands, things began to crumble. But they gelled once again, when Page, at a show where Black was performing, asked Black to a practice session. Musical chemistry transpired, and Black was part of the band. Thick describes their sound as “girl wave.”
The swelling harmonic elevation after the breakdown surges with glorious guitars and superbly layered harmonies.
Thick released their debut EP, It’s Always Something, in 2016, followed by Would You Rather? two years later, as well as being featured in the New York Times’ inventory of “25 Women Making the Best Rock Music Today.”
“So Sick” opens on a growling guitar riff and a taut extended snare. When the guitars ramp up on the chorus, the harmonics radiate deep nuclear frissons. I love Black’s vibrating cavernous bass on the bridge, austere but hypertrophic. Sisti’s voice injects delicious flavors of sneering riot grrrl into the lyrics.
“Narcissist / A fat lip / Tight leather jacket / Designed to be ragged.”
“Your Mom” kicks it in the ass, opening with grinding guitars and beau coup dirty colors. Sisti turns it loose on the solo, infusing the tune with scorching tones. “Green Eyes” rides tasty subdued energy rife with almost dreamy vocals and scrumptious harmonies. The swelling harmonic elevation after the breakdown surges with glorious guitars and superbly layered harmonies.
Thick slaps – both the band and the EP – pressing out muscular tumescent momentum, blurry sonic textures, and grand vocals.
