#babyfangs

[babyfangsworld]

"my love, the taste of you could satisfy my hunger in ways no mortal could ever, and the sight of you would cause any statue to crumble to dust, for there is no beauty to match yours, and there never will be, I'll make sure of that myself, if you'd allow me. we can be together forever."

modern vampirism

[sagehaleyofficial]

What is UP, my dudes?! It’s Friday again, meaning it’s time for another NEW RELEASE ROUND-UP! Which of these new releases is your personal favorite? Let me know in the comments, and suggest your own new releases for the week if they’re not listed! 💿  

#Babyfang #DreamState #Korn #ModSun #SmashingPumpkins #Zebrahead

[genericamentegiuseppe]

babyfang - In The Face Of

Da quel calderone incandescente che è la scena di Brooklyn NY, i babyfang sembrano i più promettenti ma anche i più confusi.

Etichetta: LucidHausPaese: USAAnno: 2023 Eccovi qualche link per ascoltarvi l’album suddetto: BANDCAMP: https://webabyfang.bandcamp.com/album/in-the-face-of?from=fanpub_fnb_pr&utm_source=album_release&utm_medium=email&utm_content=fanpub_fnb_pr&utm_campaign=webabyfang+album+in-the-face-of SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/2yCoxxEOntKBrNFF6mixhc APPLE MUSIC:…

[buns-burrow]

"Fringe is a necessity, not an accessory!"

Monster High OC!

friends made some mh sonas a while back, and here's mine!

Her name is Jackie Lop, she grew up on her families ranch out west. Her family is almost all jackalopes, save for her father. Her mother, Calliope Lop, found her father, Cyrus Scarlett, on their ranch after a storm and took him in. Classic monster love story lol

Her belt buckle says "Moondune" which is the name of her families ranch.

Jackie's full name is Jacquelyn Carmella Lop. She likes to play guitar, ride horses, and watch western movies! (Mostly to pick them apart for inaccuracies, her dad likes to tell her stories about his time as a cowboy)

Her favorite movie is The Quick and the Dead. (And Holes, she will defend the fact that is a western till the day she croaks)

She has a pet lizard named Babyfangs, and at school she plays on the Ghoulicross team! (Lacrosse)

Jackie is also dating @saturnisaturnip's oc, Mewlanie. They are country gal x city girl dynamic<3

[starlightkun]

everyone is waiting for babyfangs but im still waiting for foxface 💔 ayakashi was too good i keep going back to it lmao,, just wanted to say i love your writing, it makes me so happy when i see a new fic!!

im a little shook at the reception that the teaser for baby fangs has gotten so far tbh 😳 im happy that people still read/reread/think abt ayakashi 🫶

[vampy-valentine]

Love you babyfangs! Hope ur feeling better soon <3

Awwwww Honeyspice. Thank you so much!! <3

I don’t feel as crabby right now. Ain’t my best, but definitely able to look at a screen for a little longer.

[chorusfm]

Adam Grundy’s Top Albums of 2023

2023 was absolutely S-T-A-C-K-E-D from top to bottom with some incredible music from so many talented artists. Below is a collection of my favorite albums (which include several EPs, for the first time on my year-end list, because I adored them so much), a separate call out for EPs, a playlist of my favorite songs, the best concerts I attended, my favorite books I read during the year, as well as my favorite interviews I conducted. Also, be sure to check out my favorite movies and TV shows that kept my attention in 2023. I wish all of you a very happy New Year, and I’m thrilled to spend another year with everyone on this site and in the forums. My Top Albums of 2023 * Ratboys – The Window * The Maine – The Maine * M.A.G.S. – Destroyer * Foo Fighters – But Here We Are * The Menzingers – Some Of It Was True * Koyo – Would You Miss It? * Fall Out Boy – So Much (For) Stardust * Chase Tremaine – Accidental Days * Zach Bryan – Zach Bryan * The Gaslight Anthem – History Books * Olivia Rodrigo – GUTS * Taking Back Sunday – 152 * Yellowcard – Childhood Eyes (EP) * Thrice – The Artist In The Ambulance (Revisited) * The Struts – Pretty Vicious * The Japanese House – In The End It Always Does * Arrows In Action – Built To Last * Blink-182 – One More Time * AJR – The Maybe Man * Boys Like Girls – Sunday At Foxwoods * Sarah and the Safe Word – The Book of Broken Glass * Broadside – Hotel Bleu * Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit – Weathervanes * Record Heat – Welcome To Record Heat Country * PONY – Velveteen * Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness – Tilt At The Wind No More * Paramore – This Is Why * STMNTS – Tendencies (EP) * Boygenius – The Record * Greta Van Fleet – Starcatcher * Story of the Year – Tear Me To Pieces * Gorillaz – Cracker Island * Spiritbox – The Fear of Fear (EP) * Have Mercy – Numb * Bully – Lucky For You * Out of Service – Reflections and Refractions: Vol. 1 * Charlotte Sands – Good Now (EP) * Silent Planet – Superbloom * The National – First Two Pages of Frankenstein * Babyfang – In The Face Of (EP) * Cal Stamp – Leather (EP) * PVRIS – Evergreen * Anberlin – Convinced (EP) * Cold War Kids – Cold War Kids * The Rocket Summer – Shadowkasters * Vacationer – Cherish * The Aces – I’ve Loved You For So Long * White Reaper – Asking For A Ride * Post Malone – Austin * The Bouncing Souls – Ten Stories High My Favorite EPs of 2023 * Yellowcard – Childhood Eyes * STMNTS – Tendencies * Spiritbox – The Fear of Fear * Charlotte Sands – Good Now * Babyfang – In The Face Of * Cal Stamp – Leather * Anberlin – Convinced * Hawthorne Heights – Lost Lights * Arcane Ghosts – Distant Youth * Texas King – Capsize * Bad Suns – Infinte Joy * Nicotine Dolls – How Do You Love Me * Zach Bryan – Boys of Faith * MS MR – Saturn Return * Soccer Mommy – Karaoke Night * Boygenius – The Rest * Taylor Acorn – Certified Depressant * Better Lovers – God Made Me An Animal * Bad Luck. – Books On Tape * Palette Knife – DLC Pack 01 My Favorite Songs of 2023 * Olivia Rodrigo – “Vampire” * The Menzingers – “Come On Heartache” * Lily Meola – “Without You” * The Maine – “Blame” * Blink-182 – “One More Time” * Ratboys – “Morning Zoo” * Billie Eilish – “What Was I Made For?” * Zach Bryan ft. Kacey Muysgraves – “I Remember Everything” * PHNTMS ft. April Rose Gabrielli – “Lost On Your Love” * Spiritbox – “Jaded” * Chase Tremaine – “Settled in the Unsettled” * Boys Like Girls – “Blood and Sugar” * Fall Out Boy – “Heartbreak Feels So Good” * Record Heat – “Run” * Cal Stamp – “Radio is Dead” * Koyo – “Life’s a Pill” * Sarah and the Safe Word – “Sky On Fire” * Hawthorne Heights ft. Emo Orchestra – “The Storm” * The Maine – “How To Exit A Room” * Taking Back Sunday – “S’old” My Favorite Concerts I Attended in 2023 * The Maine – Sweet 16 Tour @ The Fillmore (Silver Spring, MD) * Silverstein – This is How The Wind Shifts Anniversary Tour @ The Fillmore (Silver Spring, MD) * Cal Stamp @ Pie… https://chorus.fm/blog/adam-grundys-top-albums-of-2023/

[voyage-inferno]

He's poking his mouth as if checking the sharpness of his teeth. Only babyfangs in this household it seems.

[violetfoxsketches]

This one took place in 1981, with the current iteration of Javier that I'm playing for my buddy's VtM game set in Melbourne, Australia. The lore between Em and Javier is a little different but lucky for you, I have some in-game text for you to devour :3

Watching a starving vampire get extracted from a box and proceed to scarf down a hoard of rats… Eugh, this felt like a bad rerun and Javier wanted none of it. So, he focused instead on leading Astrid away from the scene to wait it out in his newly-procured Datsun. He ducked his head in to first shove the bucket seat as far back as it would go, then squeezed into the space, shifting awkwardly to keep from banging his knees on the steering wheel. Grateful to see that the t-top indeed still seemed to be in working order, he made a mental note to pop that out before the eventual drive. But for now, he wanted to drown out the sounds of whatever crime against rat kind was being performed for the second time this week. And to give the once-again-orphaned babyfang somewhere to decompress. Lord knows he could relate. “Alright,” he finally drawled as he turned the keys enough to power the radio, “pick your poison.” Javier fished out the cassette collection he always seemed to have on him. Hand-penned mixtapes with titles like ‘✭R͓̽O͓̽C͓̽K͓̽ ͓̽C͓̽I͓̽T͓̽Y͓̽✭’ and ‘ᔕᑕᖇEᗩᗰ YO���ᖇ ♡ OᑌT’ and weirdly, ‘𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕕 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣-𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕩: 𝕍𝕠𝕝. 𝟚’. There was another cassette that tumbled out of his pocket with the others, Astrid could briefly see ‘✿ 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱-𝔐𝔢-𝔑𝔬𝔱 ✿’ scrawled on the label, but the man quickly stowed it back into some interior pocket. Offering the rest of the selection like one might reveal their hand in poker. 

"Hey. Uh, if you don't mind...maybe the 'Forget Me Not'? Seems right, you know...?" Astrid requested. “Uh. That one’s—” Private, he wanted to say. But that sounded too… incriminating. Besides, she was looking at him with those sad brown eyes, so none of your business wasn’t gonna fly here either. The man hemmed and hawed, mouth half-parted on his stifled words before finally managing, “My friend… recorded that one. Gave it to me before I left the States. I ‘unno if you’re gonna like it…” He takes a breath as he retrieves the cassette and pops it into the player. Instead of the assault of aggressive drums and electric riffs Astrid had come to expect from his music, the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar fills the space. Before long, a soft, sweet tenor voice joins in. The sound is almost supernatural, and its effect on Javier is nearly immediate. The tension in his shoulders drops and he seems to settle into his seat more as his almost perpetual scowl melts away. He starts nodding to the beat and taps in time on the steering wheel with one finger. The first song ends with a sharp click, then another, then the guitar and voice return to deliver another stellar acoustic melody. Javier’s dusty brown gaze slides over to Astrid, “You diggin’ this? Or should we pick a different one? I know it’s not my usual stuff.” "Yeah, this is pretty stellar. Your friend has a good voice." Astrid said as the tracks continued, leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed. However, she hadn't missed how much Javier seemed to relax at the tunes. It was a thought that remained in her mind as she and her new friend enjoyed the tunes. Eventually, by the third or fourth track, Astrid noticed something else: each of these songs were interesting choices to put on a self made mixtape for a friend, one titled Forget-Me-Not, of all things. It was around Walkin' After Midnight that Astrid figured it out. The dude singin'? He was in love and a hell of a lot braver than she was. "You know, I once thought of trying to put a mixtape together of some of Helen's favorite songs, of me signing them out for her 17th birthday. Ended up givin' up because I got scared...of soundin' like a fool," Astrid said, "I wish I had. Her birthday that year was almost ruined thanks to an absolute prick she was dating. Bastard made her cry and everythin'. First time I ever punched someone in a rage." A laugh escaped Astrid. "Next day at school stupid idiot then threatened he'd leave Helen if she kept hanging out with me. Said it was my fault he ruined her birthday," Astrid shook her head at the memory, a small smile on her face, "You know what she did next? Flipped him off in front of everyone and just unloaded the most foul words she could think to describe him. And then we marched ourselves out of school, my idea I'll admit. Told her we needed to actually celebrate her birthday." Astrid took a breath and held it for a moment before letting it out slowly before speakin' again. "Sorry to unload that, hermano. I just...your friend's song evoked some memories, that's all." 

Javier flippantly waves her off. “Yeah, Em’s got that effect on folks.” he comments, “Even more so now than back when we were both breathin’.” This whole thing really did feel like a bad rerun. He shifts his gaze skyward through the glass of the t-top. “He moved to Nashville with his dad back in ‘71. Found him trudgin’ along the wrong side of the tracks in a fancy private school uniform, lookin’ real lost. He was so dang tiny, I thought he was still in middle school.” Javier chuckles with a rare genuine amusement as he recounted, “He was… a soft guy, a real flower child. Easy for folks to pick on. But unlike most folks, he wasn't scared of me. And we both really liked music. He also ran away from home all the time, and he always landed at my place —so much that Ma got a bunk bed for my room.” “You say you decked a dude at seventeen, I got arrested at eighteen for beatin’ the snot out of some prissy guy who was blackmailin’ Em. Only time I ever saw Em’s dad. Man threw a bunch of money around and my charges magically disappeared. Never saw the other guy around town again after that either.” By now, the tape had gotten to Em’s cover of Stairway to Heaven. “We lived together with my other bud Lucas in college, but then I started seein’ Riley. Em ‘n Lucas neither one liked her. We got in fights over her all the time. And then Em took off to L.A. with some girl. And well, you know what happened to me.” Javier curls a lip to reveal a fang for emphasis. “Fast forward to a few months ago and I’m all alone, slummin’ some open mic bar for a meal and who do I spot on stage but Em, singin’ his little lungs out. Problem was, he spotted me too. And I was supposed to be dead. He’d gone to my funeral 'n everything. So I bolted.” Javier gives a scoff. “My first hint shoulda been the fact that he could keep up with me. He caught up, latched onta me n’ started cryin’, sayin’ he thought I was dead. Then he realized I didn’t have a heartbeat. And then I realized when he pulled away that he’d left my shirt lookin’ like a crime scene. It dawned on both of us at the same time that we shared the same fate.”

"God, that's..." Once again, Astrid was at a loss for words and just shook her head, finally breaking her gaze from the beyond the windshield to Javier, "You both deserved better. Helen did, too." Tragedy was just a part of this life, Astrid was coming to understand that but she didn't want to be okay with the fact. Blatant doubt crossed Javier’s face as Astrid insisted he deserved better. Em, yes. Helen? Probably, from the way Astrid went on about her. But not him. Not after how much trouble he’d caused Em. He had so much to make up for. "With as many rules there are, the amount of vampires that just do as they pleased... I just wish someone would do something about it, wish they'd just-" Astrid stopped when she realized her hands had curled into fists, eyes widening at the sight. No. Now was not the time. She had caused enough trouble for the night. She took a deep breath and focused on the last bit of Em's song, trying to find some balance. "For what it's worth, I'm going to do my damn best to get you back to the states so you can see Em again, Javier. I bet he'll have another tape ready for you, too. He sounds like a great friend," Astrid said, still not completely convinced the part about Em 'running off with some girl' was the way Javier made it sound, "Keep him in your life. Er, afterlife. Whatever, you know what I mean." No one put that much effort in just a mixtape. She felt she and the unknown vampire might have a bit more in common than Javier realized. “I aim to, once I’m done here. I got some shit to sort first." Javier declared, "And so do you.” The stereo clicked once more, the first side of the tape now spent, and Javier promptly ejected it. Back into the jacket it went.

If there's ever confusion, Javier and Em for this 80s game will always be tagged '#All The Saints Are Sleeping' and Javier and Em for the modern day game will always be tagged '#Welcome To Los Angeles'. Hope this helps :D

I was sucesfully looked at. 🖊 to me about Javier!

Please, God. Let this be the right one. He was almost out of quarters.

Javier had spent the last twenty minutes hearing the same robotic voice tell him to deposit some odd amount of change over and over as he tried number after number. Riley was not known for sticking in one place for very long but she and Javier had worked out a system for keeping in touch. A creature of habit and particular taste, there were about fifteen or so assorted motels, apartments, and semi-abandoned vacation houses Riley rotated between and kept a line on. Javier just had to figure out which one it was.

He hadn’t heard from her in two weeks and the time apart had grown agonizing. Sure, he could sustain himself on the odd underground partygoer. But nothing ever compared to the nights Riley indulged him from her own vein. He loved her to the moon and stars —and clearly she did as well, if she’d gone to such extremes to keep him by her side and under the night sky for eternity. Something must have happened to keep her away for so long.

The click of the receiver snapped him back to his task.

“Hello?” Riley’s voice crackled over the line. Oh thank fuck.

“Riles!” relief hemorrhaged from Javier’s voice, “It’s Javier. I’ve been waiting around San Diego for weeks now. Thought something happened to you. What are you doing all the way out in Reno?”

“If you needed to know that, I would have told you.” came the irked response. Just the sound of her ire made Javi want to duck his head in shame.

“I-I’m sorry.” Javier stammered, “ I just… I miss you. Riles… it's getting really bad.”

“Oh, pobrecito.” cooed Riley in condescension, “Tell you what~ Come find me in Reno tonight, I’ll get you all sorted.”

“Tonight? But Reno’s a nine and a half hour drive away!”

“Then I guess you better put the pedal to the metal if you wanna beat the sun, Baby.”

The line went dead. Javier didn't even bother putting the phone back on the receiver, opting to let it clatter and swing by the cord as he sprinted out of the phone booth. He garnered looks from a few folks at the gas station but he paid them no mind as he slid into his car and peeled out of the parking lot.

. . .

He’d managed the drive in seven hours. Almost got pulled over twice for it, too. When Riley answered the door to the old ramshackle house with genuine surprise, Javier dove desperately for her, wrapping arms around her tiny frame and hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. Too hungry to wait for permission, he quickly sank his fangs into her. Indulging in the utter bliss it brought them both and making sure to show Riley just how much she’d been missed…

“You’re worse than nicotine, you know that?” Javier joked drunkenly after they parted. Riley smiled in kind, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“You actually drove all the way out here in a single night, you total moron.” she snarked right back with not-so-playful antagonism. She puts Javier at arm’s length as she smooths out her disheveled attire, “Well, go on. Best find somewhere to stay before dawn.”

“...I’m sorry, what?” Javier blinked in confusion, “I… can’t stay here with you today?”

Riley rolls her eyes.

“Really, I was hoping the sun would take care of you. It still just might if you don’t hurry.” Riley sneered before opening the door and giving Javier’s back an encouraging pat. As if she was sending him off to run an errand.

Javier just stood there, stricken. Caught between the obsessive need to obey her and the growing uneasiness he couldn't verbalize. Was she getting rid of him? Why? What had he done wrong? 

“Oh don’t give me that stupid look, you have no one to blame but yourself. You really should have blossomed into more by now, but, sadly, it seems you’re nothing more than a hanger-on.” Riley continued with an emphatic shove this time, “A shame, really, for someone so drop-dead gorgeous to be so pathetic. Get out of my sight.”

Javier staggered forward and the door slammed behind him. He heard the slide of a deadbolt as he obediently retreated to his car. What did she expect him to do? Just drive off, pretend everything was hunky-dory? March back up to that door and tell her she’s wrong and that he can change?

After a couple minutes of waffling, Javier had decided he couldn't bear to drive away. Riley was his entire world; he had to get her to see that. So instead, Javier got back out of the car and knocked desperately at the door. 

“Please, Riles!” Javier called through the door, “Whatever it is I did, I’m sorry! I… I’ll do anything, just please don’t do this! I can’t do this without you!”

No answer. Javier knocked harder.

“Riles! Riles! What am I supposed to do?! Please, just tell me what you want! I can change! I love you; that has to mean something!” that uneasiness grew inside him. The Beast that dwelled deep within him was active… and afraid. With one last beat against the door, Javier sank to his knees. “...I love you, Riles…” Nothing. He was trembling now. Was this really it…?

Wake up and smell the bacon. You're old news, you’ve been dumped! If you don't move your ass, you’ll be dust in the morning breeze. And don’t you fucking dare waste your blood crying over it either.

One shaky breath in. A slow exhale through the nose. Javier managed to get back to his feet and retreat for a second time to the car. Maybe there would be a motel nearby he could crash in. Or maybe the sun would fry him after all. While the second option sounded almost morbidly inviting, his Beast was having none of it, and before he realized it, he’d turned over the engine and was hauling it down the highway once more in a race against the morning light.

She’d killed him for their love. Made him immortal. He’d lost his soul to be with her. He’d lost everyone he’d ever known. Ma, Lucas, Em… Don’t cry, don’t you dare fucking cry. Crying now will only prove just how pathetic you really are.

But Javier was pathetic. Pathetic and alone. What the fuck was he supposed to do now…?

[starxshine]

@babyfanged

Loneliness. 

It’s a feeling she thought she had come to terms with a long time ago. As a Creature of the Night (such a silly moniker the humans came up with) the sounds of the night are all around her, whispers and scents that fill her senses with information, everything she needs to know about the surrounding area and beyond. She remains alone. 

Hokulani finds herself in a well known and familiar part of the city. The tiny church tucked into the rising buildings, the maze of narrow streets and alleyways calling to her. She knows the offices and cozy bars where the locals took their time off and knew each other by name. The small city within the larger city. The buildings are old brick, mostly, stacked on top of each other, some touching, others with narrow pathways between them. She knows every apartment. She knows the occupants and their secrets. She watches over them, watches over their lives, yet she always stands alone, always apart.  

She lands in the shadows, talons turning into booted feet. It’s one of many rumors invented by humans, the whole thing about vampires turning into bats. Oh, she probably could, if she chose to, but at night, she preferred the form of an owl, at least when she has to be in the air. She emerges from the alleyway, hands tucked into the pockets of her worn leather jacket, which she wore over a scarlet dress. A vampire doesn’t have to feed every day, but it’s been about three for her. 

There’s a young man she’s going to meet. The son of a pair of hunters turned rogue. Or something like that. Micah. He stole from blood banks and sold the goods to beings like her. The warehouse is empty, worn down, mostly unused. A cliche meeting spot, but one had to do what they have to do. She enters, unafraid of the possible dangers lurking in the shadows. 

“Where are you, kid?”

[dreamlogic]

full shrimpin' with bonus babyfangs 🦐🦷👌

[zeussim]

Nuka only has ONE babyfang left out of four. He looks almost toothless without them 🤣🤣

[buns-burrow]

some wips | Monster High OC

Jackie in her creepover outfit and cuddling with Babyfangs!

[starlightkun]

"Couple secret unofficial wips again"?! Do they (the secret unofficial wips) have the chance to become official wips? If they do have that chance, make us guess the member or members that book or books will be about, like, how you did with babyfangs? Just a request because I enjoyed the guessing and surprise - 🌺

i didnt realize u liked the guessing, i thought i was just being a lil mean lmao but if u want

one of them is looking pretty ripe for official wip territory tbh! i've been playing around w it a lot and have a rlly good idea of the plot sketched out as well as several scenes, so maybe maybe. the other is more hazy, its rlly just a couple scenes and like general idea of the couple (adjective!reader x adjective!neo). oh and i misspoke, there's 3 unofficial wips lol. the 3rd one is also just hazy, a couple of scenes of dialogue written, and general idea of what would happen (adjective!reader x adjective!neo, main conflict?) but nothing concrete past that

if u really wanna guess, two r for 127 members, and one is a dreamie. none of these members i've written much for in the past, and one of these wips i've actually briefly mentioned/alluded to the plot of before!

[hyde-to-his-jekyll]

WHAT THE SHIT!!!!! BABYFANG, WHAT FUCKING WIZARDRY IS THIS?

If I could get pregnant I don’t think I would be able to go a month without gettin knocked up again, either against my will or completely willingly

[chorusfm]

Babyfang – In The Face Of

There’s something amazing that happens when a group of musicians come together, with a like-minded approach to their sound, and deliver music that sounds completely different than anything else currently out there. Babyfang are here with their debut EP, called In The Face Of, that re-captures youthful exuberance paired with lyrics brimming with substance about making real change in this world. The band is Théo Mode (guitarist), Canteen Killa (drummer) and 13th Law (bassist), with all of the members being instrumentalists, producers, singers, and songwriters. Packed with talent, the band falls somewhere between the unpredictability of The Mars Volta, the pop-sensibilities of Radiohead, and the rock and roll spirit of The Rolling Stones. In the band’s own words, “The music is a response to / an expression of all that we’ve felt in the face of everything that has been / is happening right now; a lot of rage and joy and hope and sadness and gratefulness of just being able to make this music at all.” Babyfang might just be the most important band to storm onto the scene in years. After a smooth introduction of noise found on the first track, the band blisters into “Goan Go,” the lead single from the EP. The track is short and to the point, paired with crisp alt-rock production in order to make each note of music have a lasting impact on the listener. In between the choruses, Babyfang continues to keep things interesting with complex instrument fills in order to keep interest high in their unique brand of rock. “Scars Go” follows with some breathy vocals in the verses to allow for the audience to become completely enamored and engulfed in the sound the band is going for. It’s one of those songs you put on your trip to the beach playlist, and when you want to forget about all of the outside noise going on in this strange world we live in. ”All Then” comes next up in the sequencing with a rhythmic, near-rapped verse before breaking away into three-part vocal harmonies in the chorus that simply must be heard to believed. What the band does best on songs like this is take their love of vocal-driven artists like The Beach Boys and The Beatles, and add in their own twist of experimental rock to reinvent the realm of possibilities found in their music. The back section of the EP starts with “Crush Me,” and it does just that by swallowing the listener whole in the crescendos that come before each creative chorus. “IDWTAI” is the penultimate song on the record and reminds me a bit of the frenetic energy Incubus had on S.C.I.E.N.C.E., with equally thrilling results. The driving bass line by 13th Law is repetitive, yet packed with purpose, as the song slow-builds to a chorus that demands audience participation in shouting back each pointed lyric. “End Credits” closes out In The Face Of that never overstays its welcome, and if anything, makes the listener an instant fan of Babyfang’s creative outlet of music. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/babyfang-in-the-face-of/