Part two in the epic saga of Australian videos that are better than intergalactic space orgies with mulleted, green-skinned she-beasts. That’s right, prepare your internal organs for a ravaging of amazing that you have yet to experience.
Fun story about Drunk Mums-They were the first pub show I went and saw as a bonafide eighteen year old. I had a bunch of tequila before and ended up getting through about four songs before my innards excused themselves from my stomach. It’s cool, I saw them a couple weeks back, and they were rad. Anyway, they’ve just released a new track/video entitled ‘Plastic’. Personally, I reckon it’s about plastic, fake people and how they’re all a bunch of wankers, but really, who cares about my opinion. Y’all just wanna hear a song that blows your gonads off. Well, you’re in luck, as ‘Plastic’ is one of the most unhinged and slack-jawed tracks that Drunk Mums have released. AND THE VIDEO! Fuck, how many iPhones did Drunk Mums have to order off the Internet to get that much bubble wrap? They must have a really supportive record company.
Wet Blankets-Deighter Caught My Bus
Short form review-Wet Blankets are a punk band prepared to rock your cock off. They play loud, fast and their only motivation is to bring down interplanetary species from the farthest reaches of the galaxy to check out what kind of abnormal screech fest could be creating such a ruckus. Really, it’s a beautiful thing. This is their clip for a new track called ‘Deighter Caught My Bus’. Good fucking luck deciphering the words. Just enjoy the maelstrom, fake Chopper mo’s and flannels.
Horror My Friend-Nothing
If ever there were a clip that I could relate to on a personal level, it’d be the new one from Horror My Friend. A plump ginger dude sits in a chair in the middle of a raging party, drinking beer, smoking and making no eye contact in case he would be forced into a conversation. As the Future of the Left-meets-Die! Die! Die! sounds plummet into awesome territory, the clip becomes more and more sad. Somebody talk to the lonely soul! He looks like he’s about to shoot everyone. Alas, Horror My Friend are painful realists, and our protagonist continues down his morbid path of loneliness, despite being in the prescence of one of Radelaide’s top five bands, and a roaring house party. Shit, that’s sad.
Thee Hugs-Bashar Al-Assad
Now, because watching that video from Horror My Friend has caused my body to be drained of all fluids via the incredible amount of crying that occured, its time to get into some freaky-deaky shit courtesy of Brissy’s Thee Hugs. This is their first single since their 2013 debut ‘Drug Use and Alcohol Abuse’, and by the sound of the new single, it looks like Thee Hugs have stayed true to their mantra. The song is like an unofficial spiritual take on The Clash’s ‘Rock the Casbah’, only instead of reggae punk with a nice looking Joe Strummer, you’ve got ragged, dishevelled and dwonright scummy punks from Brisbane taking the reigns and showing Yung Strum just how it’s done.
Prepare your anal cavities for one of the cutest video clips paired with a nail-biting garage rocker that’ll guaranteed make you want to tear out your tongue and strangle all the squares out there. Seriously, the recklessness of Doctopus on record is akin to going line for line with Ozzy Osborne circa 1975. Take that image, wrestle it down with a chorus of ‘I wanna live under water’ and then chuck a bunch of adorable as fuck seals in there, and you’ve got yourself the video for the new single from Doctopus. Radness perfected.