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Raw and desperate, careening over cliffs, small hands on fire, trying furiously, tangled in bed sheets, dragging and retching, babies buried alive and clawing at their coffins, drunken wedding dresses covered in spiders, guilt, shame, sex, vomit and Day-Glo. Listening to The Kissing Disease , the second album from this Minneapolis trio, is like getting run over by a feminist fire truck. Baby Guts howls their way through fourteen songs in just under thirty minutes and hardly even come up to breathe. The dueling vocals of guitarist and lead vocalist Laura Larson and bassist Taylor Matori are frenetic and crazed, pounding forward unrelentingly, leaving the listener like a dumb founded Dean Moriarty, sweating, pulling at their hair, screaming and cheering, Go! Go! Go! . When Larson wails, This is not a beat we can die to / this is not the beat we ll survive to you re going to have a hard time believing her. Lyrical themes that range from the war of the body, Siamese twins, and the world s ugliest woman, The Kissing Disease stands its ground amongst it s foremothers in the great riot grrrl hall of fame.