Loud waves of noise and sloshy punk spew forth from the new Wet Blankets single. It’s Geelong punk done in only the way the bands over there seem to be able to know how to do. The Living Eyes, The Frowning Clouds, Ausmuteants, they’re all bloody great bands. They’ve only got this off-kilter crunch and bark that isolates and crowns them as some of the best in Oz. Wet Blankets fit into that slot all too easily.
Wet Blankets rock between two positions on “Slag”, like a guy crouched in a corner suffering from withdrawals. There’s either guttural hollers accompanied by spasming guitars, or there’s torpedoing, destructive guitar that razes anything within earshot.