Baby Grande

1975-77

Hozac

LP $16.35

10/26/2018

HZR 201

MP3 $9.90

10/12/2018 647603403229

HZR 201

FLAC $11.99

10/12/2018 647603403229

HZR 201

***BACK IN STOCK!!!
Canberra, Australia in the mid 1970s: Teenagers STEVE KILBEY, DAVE SCOTLAND, JOE LEE, KEN WILEY and PETER KOPPES form the ultimate amalgamation of sneering, vicious glam rock, BABY GRANDE, out of the ashes of the short-lived, PRECIOUS LITTLE. Taking cues from Roxy Music, Alice Cooper, Stooges, Bowie, T. Rex, and other sub-level trash-decadents, Baby Grande rode their own wave and carved out their own sound, but with some high-profile opening slots for AC/DC in 1975, their salacious glitter rock was too late for the trend, caught between cultural shifts, as happened to so many other bands during this era. Cranked up glam rock with snotty vocals wasn’t exactly new in 1975, but in Australia, a new breed of hard-rock-fueled fans congregated around the beer-guzzling Sharpie scene had emerged, and Baby Grande just didn’t quite fit in, despite their all of their finely-crafted aggression and savage delivery. Their decadence was showing through their crushed velour, and the meatheads probably felt threatened, so even after a promising signing to EMI records, the band was dropped, and reluctantly split up. It’s a story you’ve heard a million times by now, but at least this time, there’s one incredible chunk of somehow buried, yet blazing rock’n roll holding it up. Just the way the band stops mid-song on "Going There And Back" and inserts the chorus to Mott/Bowie's "All The Young Dudes" and then dips right back into their own song is something to behold. The tracks included here cover all of their previously unreleased recordings at Alberts, EMI, and Air Studios, sadly all that’s left of this incredibly important band. Another true missing link between glam and punk, and even a glimmering seed or two foreshadowing the dark-pop sound KIlbey and Koppes would later find when forming THE CHURCH. But for the most part, Baby Grande sounds nothing like The Church, it’s an adrenaline-charged collection of razor-sharp ball-crushing hits.