Like fellow Columbus townies New Bomb Turks, Gaunt spit out a furious garage-style punk rock that takes no prisoners. Rapid one-two-three-four count offs initiate manic rhythms loosely connected to an attack of buzz-saw guitars; snotty Jerry Wick rants hysterically over the top. Saying that Gaunt offer a more diverse strain of punk rock than NBT is a bit like claiming that new, improved Tide offers a significant difference from the old formula, but nonetheless their raw punk melodicism adds something to rock 'n' roll's bloodied carcass. Their blitzkrieg new album, I Can See Your Mom From Here (Thrill Jockey), buzzes along with an appealing tunefulness accentuated by modest hooks and oh-oh-oh backing vocals informed by the Misfits and Naked Raygun. But Gaunt aren't the kind of punk that's currently selling potato chips: brazenly unkempt in attitude and spirit, they're four guys drunk on cheap beer and kicking it loud. Saturday, 10 PM, Lounge Ax, 2438 N. Lincoln; 525-6620.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): Photo/Jay Brown.