Baby Blue by Mark Madlock: A Raw Punch to the Ears
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Mark Madlock ain’t here to play nice with Baby Blue. This album slaps you in the face right outta the gate and doesn’t let up. It’s messy, it’s raw, and yeah, it’s got its flaws, but damn if it doesn’t stick to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk.
First track that hit me like a truck? “Neon Coffin.” I mean, what even is that title? Sounds like something scribbled on the back of a napkin at 3 AM after too many shots. But holy crap, this song just works. The bassline hits so hard it feels like your chest is gonna cave in, and Madlock’s voice? Dude sounds like he smoked gravel for breakfast. There’s no polish here—just pure grit, like he recorded it live while punching a wall. And honestly? That’s why it sticks. You don’t forget noise like that.
Then there’s “Static Love,” which is basically two chords and a lot of yelling—but somehow it rules. Like, who thought screaming about heartbreak over distorted synths would sound THIS good? Every time I hear it, I wanna drive too fast down an empty highway or punch something (in a good way). It’s chaotic as hell, but isn’t that kinda the point? Feels real. Feels alive.
Now, not every track lands perfectly. Some songs drag their feet like they’re stuck in quicksand, and Madlock tries too hard to be deep in spots where he should’ve just shut up and let the music do the talking. But screw it—this album doesn’t need perfection. What it’s got instead is personality, bleeding all over the place.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Baby Blue makes me wonder if Mark Madlock actually hates making music—or maybe he loves it so much it hurts. Either way, he poured everything into this record, warts and all. So yeah, go listen to it. Just don’t blame me when it ruins your playlist vibes forever.
