"The squealing tires, the kick, kick kick, snare, young love, and blood curdling scream. All ingredients to an American classic, the Teenage Death Song. Nobody's Baby formed around the idea of capturing the raw honesty buried in early 60's cheese schlock. Think the Shangri-las on a Saturday speed binge and Del Shannon still drunk on a Monday morning. Buddy Holly post-plane crash. The band writes a love letter to all this. They spill their heart on the page, but the letter is written with vintage fuzz pedals, trashcan reverb, and cave dweller drums. The end result is a garage doo-wop funeral parade, and everyone's invited."