Music can be at once both art and outlet; an intentional product for external eyes or an unconscious mouthpiece of internal thoughts. 27 year old Baby, under the alias Hey, Baby, creates in and from this greyish middle ground. Describing their first single “Theatre!” as an “ode to queer rage,” finding a dark groove on follow-up cut “PSYCHOPARTY”, and now on their latest release, “XX”, which slinks between drumming punk and sexy electronic pop, they manage to write intimately personal lyrics into deafening anthems fashioned for the community’s eyes.
Growing up in North London around a large Jamaican family, Baby was weaned on a varied diet of musical influence stretching from the crystalline R&B of TLC, to the camp revelry of Kylie Minogue. This distinctively vast sonic palette has now firmly enshrined itself into their discography, as it belts between genres and makes magic in the intersections. It is, however, the impact of one artist in particular which has given Baby their mission statement. Growing up, they found great power in the work of FKA Twigs, heralding her as the poster-child “altsy black girl” and appreciating the beauty and bravery that comes with such a title. Now with an eye on their own craft they confess, “I make music as a way of immortalising the queer, black experience.”
Their latest release “XX” is a deliciously heady post break-up anthem. “The inspiration for this track came the week that I broke up with my ex and I needed to redefine my relationship with my sexuality via kissing strangers in the club,” they explain. Capturing the nauseating swirl of feelings that go into the messy shenanigans after a break up – lust, nervousness, naïveté, intoxication – they continue, “It is two sides of the same coin. We open with this obnoxious flirty character that wants you to “stop talking and let’s make out,” but then realise that this is a mask to protect the more vulnerable parts of ourselves, “I just wanna pretend I got you feeling me.” “XX” is the cocky drunk version of you that comes out when, deep down, all you want is a hug and a lunch date.”
