Made Out of Babies, ‘The Ruiner’ (The End)
With her classic death-rock seethe, singer Julie Christmas is the perfect siren for folks who have lots of playlists labeled “heavy,” but Made Out of Babies owe more to ’90s noise punk (the Jesus Lizard, Rapeman) than primal metal urges such as Slayer or even Sabbath. As Christmas’ voice moves from baby-talk squeal to serial-killer-victim howl with shocking ease, Brendan Tobin’s guitar squall matches her, feint for bloody, melodramatic feint. By the time closer “How to Get Bigger” subsides, the fear and exhaustion is tangible — as is the sexual tension. Awkward, that.