The album is a fairly straightforward rock album, which surprised me since I’ve seen the band described mostly as a chamber pop group. It’s no secret to anyone that I like my rock & roll, and Margot plays some good rock on this record. They may not do anything incredibly new or exciting with it, but good rock & roll is good rock & roll.
There’s only one way to describe the majority of the sound on this album, and that’s fuzzy. I say that in the best way of course, I love fuzzy. Rot Gut is guitar driven, and is dominated by distorted fuzzy riffs. Some of the riffs were so droning and trancey for a second I forgot I wasn’t listening to Queens Of The Stone Age (this is particularly true of “Arvydas Sabonis”). Usually the riffs don’t last enough to maintain this illusion very long, and no matter how you slice it Margot is no Queens. The album is not without its slower more intimate moments either, with quite a few soft delicate songs between the fuzzy tracks. The tracks are all punctuated with lyrics full of acerbic wit and silliness.