Who even bloody knows where Cat Cat are located anymore? They’ve pursued this Where’s Wally approach, in that it seems like no one actually knows where they’re recording from anymore. Is it Canberra? Melbourne? Bloody Cairns?
It doesn’t really matter, because great music is great music, or as I prefer to say “Choon’s a fuarkin’ choon, aye?”. Although those words would get me kicked out of the suburban paradise that is home, it’s worth risking for the sake of the lovely jangle-pop on offer from Cat Cat, the band so nice they named it twice. And whilst I’m definitely not the first deadshit who’s thought they were being funny, originality persists in this track. 10/10 would adopt this song and raise it as my own child.