Playlist: EXXE Records Inhalation Compilation

I’d say that anyone who’s visited this site before would become quickly overwhelmed with how much of it is dedicated to things of the lo-fi and local variety. I fucking love stuff that’s been spawned nearby, whether it come from a sharehouse in Marrickville or a two-up in Melbourne, or an unliveable shack in Brisbane etc. etc. Pretty much any city in Australia with a low-rent living space.

So, it’s with abundant pleasure that I found out that there was a new record label called EXXE Records that have collected a bunch of my favourite bands into a compilation, with a few exclusives and fan favourites involved. On a compilation of 13 tracks, there are twelve (plus one) songs of amazing and diverse sounds from around the country. Not getting around this cassette is a sin only Joe Hockey is capable of.

Before I get stuck into the bands, here’s a lil’ info on how EXXE came to be. Formed by a couple mates living in a share house in Moncur Street, Marrickville, EXXE’s bands are all linked by time spent there, where a lot of the songs on the comp were apparently bred into existence. Their basic mission statement seems to be to release their mate’s bands, all of whom happen to be really fucking good. Shit, they don’t even make a profit from these things, but rather use any money gained to fund more recordings. Fuckn dedication, amirite?

Onto the bands – the artists listed on here is like The Rich List of Australia’s Most Underrated. Sydney garbage-punks Housewives, Ghastly Spats, Drown Under and Snotty Babies, all of which have made scrabbled and scathing noise their purpose of life. There’s a fucked up snarler from the usually docile Beef Jerk, twisted pop smiles from King Tears Mortuary and The Friendsters, and quaint guitars from Mope City. There’s The Gun Club, via Beasts of Bourbon, sounds of Bad Guys, and dark, throbbing post-punk strangulation from Sacred Product. A new one from Kitchen’s Floor opens with tambourine and a gargantuan burp, before switching into their signature strum ‘n’ pine formula. Julia Why?’s contribution is probably the most professionally-produced effort, with limited hiss allowing for some fantastic Breeders-esque rock and roll. Sleep Debt, who haven’t been heard from in ages, also appear with “Day’s End” an instantly catchy and brusque howler that’s half-Dischord, half-Inner West pop.

Did you read those descriptions? Did you see how fucking good those bands sound? Even if you haven’t heard of a single artist on the ‘Inhalation Compilation’, the luscious descriptions of some ginger on the Internet must make you want to pick up music on a format many don’t even know exist. It’s simple – these are some fucking great, if unpolished, bands who champion the amateur aesthetic. You don’t need Rick Rubin to produce your single, or a mountain of coke to help ‘inspire’ you. All you need is a sharehouse, an instrument, maybe a four track, and a future compilation featuring amazing bands like this.

You can splash out and buy the tape here, at the EXXE Rekkids Bandcamp. Because you don’t need groceries for this month, right?

EXXE Records is gonna have a launch at The Chippendale Hotel in, yep you guessed it, Chippendale. Sleep Debt, Julia Why?, King Tears Mortuary, MOB, The Friendsters, Mope City, Destiny 3000 and Ghastly Spats are all gonna play for the cheap, cheap price of $12. Sick, see ya there.


Local Legends Records

Local Legends Records is a new record label that you should give a shit about, because they’re awesome.

After inhaling that sentence, here’s why:

1. It’s run by Jack Lee and Mikey Branson. Don’t recognise those names? Get familiar with them, they’re heroes of the local Sydney scene, belonging to the almighty Beef Jerk, as well as a couple of other bands. Jack Lee also put out an amazing tape on Osborne Again, featuring this track, ‘The Last Chiko Roll’

Seriously, this song has the songwriting chops of Nick Cave, and the delivery of Stephen Malkmus, all rolled into the purely ‘Strayan metaphor of being the last Chiko roll in Australia. Must feel tops! I trust this man to deliver good music, and you should to.

2. All their stuff is going to be coming out on cassette tapes, which basically narrows down the audience to people that still give a shit about forgotten mediums. It also means that the music automatically qualifies as a lo-fi DIY project with zero projections of world-wide acclaim, and therefore taking the pretentious dick factor down to a solid nothing. Also, listening to cassettes rules, the fuzzy, warm sound you get from cassettes is second to none.

3. They’ve already released 3 records so far:

3a) The Revisionists-Potts the Point: An anti-supergroup of Sydney’s best muso’s (Nathan Roche, Sam Wilkinson, Lani Crooks, Dean Adam, Jack Lee, and Tristain Price) who’ve gotten together and released a shambling homage to a short-lived Sydney punk band called The Revitalists. Look, I’ve never heard of them either, but this rag-tag team of superheroes make it worth a listen, just for the rambling, sidelong drawls of Roche and the harsh kicks of the guitar. Like a hoof  to the head from a horse this stuff is. Let’s hope they stick around for ‘Doesn’t Cabramatta’.

3b) Bad Guys-J2K#12: A seriously enjoyable concoction of rock n roll that forgot to give a fuck on the way into the Mad Dawgz Club. You know that sound soup makes when you splat it into a bowl, and it smears that perfect white porcelain into something that’s about to be delicious? That’s what every note the Bad Guys make sounds like. It’s sloppy and irreverent, but that’s the charm.

3c) Luke O’Farrell-Unrealised Demos (2005-2009): These will probably go down in history as more collectable than anything, but it’s still something well worth checking out. It’s a bunch of stuff that Luke O’Farrell from The Laurels and Broadcasting Transmitter fame. There are some solid shoegaze highlights on here, especially ‘May God Save Your Soul’, which is like if MBV’s ‘Only Shallow’ was slowed down a million percent. ‘Kaleidoscope’ is also a hefty ball-tripper of a number, wrestling 60’s love with some glorious guitar work. Ramshackle, for sure, but still worth a listen, if only to immerse yourself in the realisation that Luke O’Farrell is a goddamn genius.

That’s pretty much all I have in regards to convincing you, dear reader, to get behind this new label. Sure, it’s a self-described low-risk investment, but unless your a tool, there’s an 80% chance you’ll be getting your moneys worth with these tapes.