Omaha, Nebraska, conjures up images of steak, Warren Buffet, and Saddle Creek Records. One doesn’t think of hardcore punk. In comes Bib — noisey, blown-out hardcore from the middle of nowhere.
Adhering to the “everything louder than everything else” approach, Bib’s colossal riffs sound like an avalanche when the bottom drops. Squirmy, effect-laden vocals veer from the huge to the weird. Live, sometimes with three guitar players, Bib takes the wall of sound to a whole new level that leaves your eardrums vibrating . This straight ahead, downstroke-pounding demo has been likened to Hoax mixed with Pissed Jeans.
Originally released on a limited run of self-dubbed tapes, Bib is happy to bring their demo to life as a seven-inch on Deranged
