New: Black Lips + Gazar Strips + Casual Sex + Jugu + Tincture + Chalk And Numbers

Okay, a fuckload of new songs, all of them good. Its like Christmas. Lucky you.

Black Lips-Boys In the Wood

If John Travolta from Grease combined with John Travolta from Pulp Fiction, you’d have an idea of the swag overloads on this new Black Lips track. This song is so urban cowboy, its like a Clint Eastwood/John Wayne combination, a thought so impossibly awesome, if you dwell on it for more than a couple second, your brain will explode. The Black Lips tried, and only through the power of their sheer amazing could they pull through. From their experiences, they formed the new track ‘Boys in the Wood’. Supernatural avoidance of brain explosions are pretty fucking awesome, as is this song. It just makes sense.

Gazar Strips- Oversight

Okay, so this is how shit went down. Imagine if you were some shit little Padawan, then all of a sudden, fucking Chewbacca rocks up and gives you mad props on your lightsabre skills and offers to personally teach you how to use a Wookie crossbow? Well, that’s a great allegory for that time my favourite Aussie music website, Sonic Masala, asked me to check out their debut single on the record label the guys just launched.

At by fuck, is it not just the greatest thing you’ve heard in a while. Gazar Strips from Brisbane play a fudgey, slick combination of Joy Division, The Jesus and Mary Chain with, wait for it, Primus-like bass riffs. Those things just jump and strut like they’re coming straight out of ‘Wynona’s Big Brown Beaver’.

The song soon descends into this Sisters of Mercy goth thing, scraping up the barrels of blackness off the Brisbane band room floor and throws them down in a terrific show of angst. Man, this song is fucking killer!

Casual Sex-Then Again

Oh man, oh man, oh man! This shit is like eating a fuckload of chilli, having the entire rim of your mouth completely seared to a deathly pain, and somehow, Casual Sex turn that into an enjoyable feeling. Their sound is a kindly of sickly, oozing, vampiric take on The Horrors. If that band’s early stuff was molested by the likes of The Cramps, then you’d have something along the lines of what happens in the spine-tingling lies of ‘Then Again’. Both seducing and horribly terrifying at the same time, you’ll never view one night flings in the same way again.

Jugu-All the Girls

Something a little less dark, but by no means outside of the territory, this holds a little bit of pixie Amanda Palmer to it. Everything’s still doused in black, but now there’s a mystic sheen running all over it. Its incredibly attractive, but in the back of your mind, you just fucking know there’s a catch. Good luck trying to find it in the textually dense track. There’s those sprite-like vocals, dancing xylophones, and clarinet-or something weezing. Those constant, circular keys that wrap themselves around you, those are the final killers though, ensnaring you like a she-devil python. Jugu proves herself to be the anti-matter version of Sia, and I prefer it that way.

I’lls-Outright (Tincture Remix)

Holy fuck, now things are about to slow down to zanily over-the-top pace.We need to get Jim Carey or Adam Sandler in for this or something, because after the relatively breakneck darkness, there’s a remix of I’lls that I’ve in no way prepared you for. Off their sophomore EP from earlier this year, ‘Outright’ turns into a freezing, glacial monolith, albeit one that starts to get scaled by millions of climbers all searching for some holy shrine, right about 2:08 mark. As specific as that description is, I think its fitting, and I’m the one who’s writing this shit, so deal with it.

That one was by Tincture, the Brisbane maestro who shocked and awed with his track ‘Tryst’. You can grab it for free at I’lls Bandcamp, along with remixes by Rat & Co, Naysayer & Gilsun, Ktsche and Wabz.

Chalk And Numbers-Jump Up

And now for something really, really, really, exploitatively different. This is a track from the band Chalk And Numbers. They sound good, they’re critically acclaimed, they’re underground, yep, they’re from New York. Anyway, this is their contribution to a compilation coming out really soon based around Fraggle Rock songs. There’s only two people that watch Fraggle Rock, and that’s kids under 5, and stoners/trippers out of their fucking minds.

Anyway, the song is a sunshine-splashed, old school garage pop gem. Very girl-group, like The Mama’s & The Papa’s, but minus The Papa’s.

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