The BB Guns

A group of five with three female vocalists create an edgy girl-garage-rock sound, The BB Guns fire out this surf-punk duality blended with a great retro vibe that is as warm to the ears as a summer breeze . On this debut EP, Baby, I Hate You, the T.O. band match catchy hooks with upbeat tempos, Best songs: "(She Thinks She's So) Soho" and "Pennie Lane".

Having seen the five-piece live at The Silver Dollar in Toronto, I can vouch for the BB Guns' stage show. Upcoming shows, include one with Yardlets at L'Esco in Montreal on July 12. - New Canadian Music

For a taste of the five-piece's hazily summery sound, check out a video for the EP Pennie Lane. The song mixes sunny punk with bristly pop and even a faint hint of folk-country, while the clip shows a woman in stars-and-stripes pants spending a lazy day grocery shopping and hanging out on the beach. - Exclaim! Magazine

Borcherdt’s experimental vision gelled with BB Guns’ punked-up 60s pop sound far better than you might guess. That wall-of-reverb aesthetic so popular in recent years is even more effective when shaped by someone who’s long used electronic echo effects as an instrument. - NOW magazine

The show lived to up the buzz we'd created inside our own heads — by which I mean both the hypeand our six-beers-into-the-night enthusiasm. The photogenic five-piece took to the stage at the Silver Dollar in the wee drunken hours of the morning, in front of a respectably-sized crowd given the time of night. And despite (or spurred on by?) the antics of the almost-certainly-drugged-out lady "dancing" in the front row (she literally sprawled herself out across the lip of the stage at one point), they energetically ripped through the songs we already know and love from their Bandcamp page — and from their upcoming debut, due out in May. - Little Red Umbrella

If you're looking for a break from the shoegaze type, look no further (well, further than your shoes at least). Just last month, the BB Guns released their EP Baby, I Hate You, a combination of 60s pop and 70s punk that is perfect for the oncoming summer. Their upbeat, edgy music will make you wish you had a beer in your hand and the sun at your back. At least one of those is possible at the show. - BlogTO

If you're looking for a break from the shoegaze type, look no further (well, further than your shoes at least). Just last month, the BB Guns released their EP Baby, I Hate You, a combination of 60s pop and 70s punk that is perfect for the oncoming summer. Their upbeat, edgy music will make you wish you had a beer in your hand and the sun at your back. At least one of those is possible at the show. - BlogTO

Oh my god, am I ever in love with Alana Marta Dee, guitarist and vocalist of The BB Guns. When I first saw them play at a very, very late night show (or, I guess, maybe it was early morning, technically...) at Canadian Music Week, I remember being in awe of her energy on stage. She's totally great — screaming and moving around seemingly non-stop, so much so that her dress had a hard time staying on. I was hoping she'd pack the same kind of craziness into their 9pm opening set at Lee's Palace this time around, and Dee didn't disappoint. She brought the exact same punchiness to a crappier time slot, rolling around all over the stage and giving it her all, while we stood watching in admiration, listening to the sweet retro garage-y surf rock of the rest of the band. - Little Red Umbrella

So far as I can tell, pretty much the only thing holding back these "girl group garage" stars is a city that too often wants to see approval coming from elsewhere first. If this band were from Brooklyn or California, they'd be huge. Confident in their balancing of sock-hop sass and punkish attitude, they're a great live unit to boot. - Mechanical Forest Sound

So far as I can tell, pretty much the only thing holding back these "girl group garage" stars is a city that too often wants to see approval coming from elsewhere first. If this band were from Brooklyn or California, they'd be huge. Confident in their balancing of sock-hop sass and punkish attitude, they're a great live unit to boot. - Mechanical Forest Sound

SPHINXS, BB GUNS, DAS RAD and LOST BABIES at the Silver Dollar, Friday, January 11. Rating: NNNN / NNNN
When the wildman promoter puts together a Class Of 2013 showcase of local acts he believes are destined for bigger things, we pay attention... BB Guns’ gang vocals drove home their catchy garage-rock, girl-group hooks...If this is the sound of 2013, we approve. "

- NOW Magazine

I could watch and listen to them all night. In the spirit of the Pipettes and Raveonettes, the BB Guns have brought back the '50s in gloriously distorted technicolour and displayed such command of the stage it compelled one new fan to scream, "I f---in' love you...er, girls", forgetting for a moment that men do not run a monopoly on noisy pop - Shaw Connect

A product of Toronto’s thriving garage/psych/surf rock scene, The BB Guns manage to show off their full range of influences on their upcoming EP Baby I Hate You.

On one hand, the album is full of bubblegummy ‘60s pop goodness and girl-group harmonies. The choruses are all catchy earworms, and the lyrics tend towards the lovelorn. On the other hand, all that ‘60s pop is balanced out by an equally good-sized dose of early punk rock, complete with shouted bridges, herky-jerky guitars, and vocals that have the odd audible sneer. If you can imagine Buzzcocks fronted by Ronnie Spector, you’re starting to get the idea.

“(She Thinks She’s) So Soho” and “Pennie Lane” are the best examples of the band’s split personality. The few lyrics in “So Soho” are delivered in a pissed off, high-pitch shout, while buzz saw guitars slash around in the background. The whole thing ends in a wailing wall of feedback. “Pennie Lane,” on the other hand, is all pretty harmonies, broken hearts, and tambourines. (You can listen to “So Soho” by clicking on the sample above.)

The title track sits somewhere in the middle. The harmonic verses transition into an aggressive bridge, with the band repeatedly yelling “move on” at a scorned lover. The whole thing gets progressively louder before coming to a sudden, satisfying end.

Over the last few years, The BB Guns have developed a reputation as the reigning queens of short, fast, and catchy. Baby I Hate You doesn’t disappoint. - The Torontoist

A product of Toronto’s thriving garage/psych/surf rock scene, The BB Guns manage to show off their full range of influences on their upcoming EP Baby I Hate You.

On one hand, the album is full of bubblegummy ‘60s pop goodness and girl-group harmonies. The choruses are all catchy earworms, and the lyrics tend towards the lovelorn. On the other hand, all that ‘60s pop is balanced out by an equally good-sized dose of early punk rock, complete with shouted bridges, herky-jerky guitars, and vocals that have the odd audible sneer. If you can imagine Buzzcocks fronted by Ronnie Spector, you’re starting to get the idea.

“(She Thinks She’s) So Soho” and “Pennie Lane” are the best examples of the band’s split personality. The few lyrics in “So Soho” are delivered in a pissed off, high-pitch shout, while buzz saw guitars slash around in the background. The whole thing ends in a wailing wall of feedback. “Pennie Lane,” on the other hand, is all pretty harmonies, broken hearts, and tambourines. (You can listen to “So Soho” by clicking on the sample above.)

The title track sits somewhere in the middle. The harmonic verses transition into an aggressive bridge, with the band repeatedly yelling “move on” at a scorned lover. The whole thing gets progressively louder before coming to a sudden, satisfying end.

Over the last few years, The BB Guns have developed a reputation as the reigning queens of short, fast, and catchy. Baby I Hate You doesn’t disappoint. - The Torontoist

We’re happy to debut this brand new summery tune from Toronto’s own indie quintet, the BB Guns. Their punked-up, 60s surf-rock sound is the kind of music that makes you want to go grab a zillion beers, head to the beach, and finish your pack of cigarettes before noon. - Noisey by VICE