New: Food Court – 14 Years Young

Well, old mates Food Court have just gone and released one of the funnest tracks to listen to this year. These boys have obviously grown up on a diet of good times rock n roll, with plenty of strong guitar hooks prevalent on this bad boy. You;d swear that Thee Oh See were having a tussle with You Am I, as this ramshackle nugget of garage goodness seethes with the kind of youthful jubilance reserved for drinking goonsacks in a park that your older brother bought for you. Gooooooood stuuuffff Fooooodieeees!


Hand Games November Mixtape (free download)


Ohhh, yeahhhh! Do you feel that? A warm burn between your thighs? A dizzying spell penetrating your mind? An engulfing of your body in giddying excitement? That’s the bubbly need to party! But what the fuck are you going to soundtrack your days on the dance floor with? Well, luckily for you, there’s a new Hand Games mix, and it’s better than watching whatever shenanigans Kim and Kanye are up to now.

The new playlist is fucking killer, chock-full of tracks that will make your eyeballs pop out of your skull. Firstly, one of the best tracks of one of the best Australian releases of the year, TV Colours’ ‘Bad Dreams’. Try not to dance/headbang to this one. You’ll go Clockwork Orange, post-lobotmy levels insane. After that, there’s ‘Paranoid Video’ from Total Control. Yep, you read that write…the Total Control. Y’know, one of the best Aussie bands to surface in recent history. Disturbing and mind-fucking, it’s impossible not to enjoy this one.

Now after the assault of the brain, one needs to slow down and make way for the next couple tracks. Some shuffling electronica from the likes of Alba, seductive minimalism from Circular Keys and R&B sex soundtracking from Tincture/Hazel Brown are all eye-opening. Then, you need to prepare yourself for the greatness of Oscar Key Sung, and the track ‘All I Could Do’, as well as Nakagin’s ‘Bloom’, a sultry, natural beauty.

Halfway through the playlist, and no signs of slowing down, as Primitive Motion announce they’re post-punk ways with ‘Home of the Lone Coast’, a really fucking tortured track that has a subdued Sisters of Mercy/Rowland S Howard vibe. Slightly more upbeat, but no less twisted is You Beauty’s new track ‘Menal Mondays’, a song that twists with a heart-attack drum beat, gnarled guitar splashes and foreshadowing bass.

After those gloomy pearls, we head into the slacker rock territory, with two bands that regularly get mentioned here: Bitch Prefect and Food Court. BP’s ‘Shipped It’ actually has a bit of a Dischord vibe, like Fugazi got re-worked in Adelaide. Meanwhile, ‘By Your Side’, which I’ve posted about quite a bit before, rocks like a hurricane, fuzzy feel-good punk that is the cure for any melancholic work day.

Finally, we end this gem of a playlist with two tracks that take their queues from the recent downtempo electronica scenes that have been popping up all over the globe. Slum Sociable pout with a snaky, hissing track called ‘Watch Me Turn Colourful’, whilst Phondupe gets slinky and irresistible with the dripping-with-lust ‘Proxy’.

That’s all from this session of Hand Games Mixtapes. I’ve been your host, Ryan the Wanker. Enjoy this awesome Australian music with a complimentary side of Free Download. That’s right! This playlist can be all yours for nothing! FUCK YEAH!

Video: Food Court-Smile At Your Shoes

For the video to the title track of their debut EP, Food Court take up the position that this city needs, but not the one it deserves. That’s right, the blokes behind the local fuzzy rock n roll that you love so much are rollerblade vigilantes, and they’re here to tell you to quit fucking around with ice cream, skateboards, and lipstick. I’m sure there’s some deeper meaning here about how the material world is taking away from our ability to enjoy ourselves, but all I can see is the band having an absolute fucking blast fucking around on shoes that roll. Oh yeah, and the song fucking rules.

Gig Review: Bad//Dreems

ImageThursday 31st October @ Callum’s Party Mansion





Cheers to Luen and Callum for putting on such a fucking great night. These cats are cooler than watching Breaking Bad with Samuel L. Jackson, and hearing him point out logical inconsistencies in the plot.

So, whilst 6 year olds were getting dressed up as witches and warlocks for a stint around the neighbourhood for dangerousamount of sugar, and 21 year olds dressed up as whatever pop culture reference is in this year (Miley Cyrus/Robin Thicke was probably pretty go-to for the ‘wittier’ and ‘trendier’ of our friends), I went to a party. Yep, hold your fucking applause. Best of all, this was a house party, and Bad//Dreems, one of the best acts of the decade, were playing. I didn’t think a night of sweat, vomit and copious amounts of goon would be in store, but they were, and it was awesome.

The night got started off for the lucky few with local heros Food Court. A four piece that have been around for a while, but only released their debut EP very recently (review here). And boy did they rock shit out, much more so than would be thought of a bunch of blokes dressed in the less-than-strategic costumes they were wearing. Eat your fucking heart out Lady Gaga, whilst your spending a cool million on some heroin-encrusted, pigeon-feathered one-piece, these boys rocked a dragon outfit, a Native American costume, and the best goddamn Prince impersonation you’ve seen in your life. As for their music, well, let’s just say that they quicker you get around the memorising and inevitably loving every note of songs like ‘Going Home’, ‘Not Enough’ and ‘She’s Away’, the better off you’ll be as a functioning member of society. Live, the songs generate even more life than they do in their casual recorded format.

After a little sweat had been dropped onto Callum’s floor courtesy of Food Court, some baggy-green clad legends by the name of Yard Duty ascended to that tiny living room. And then they proceeded to rock people’s minds in the most casual way possible. Yard Duty are a slacker band for those of you who don’t know (they also happened to release a pretty bloody great mini-album a month-ish ago, review here). Anyway, Yard Duty killed it, albeit in a slightly less fuzzy fashion than Food Court. Their music is more the kind of thing you want to kick back, have a VB and talk shit in accompaniment with. When you’re so close that you’re smelling the guitarist’s beer-soaked vest, the friendly-bloke vibe of their music gets accentuated to legendary status, with ‘Downward Dog’ and ‘Christmas Kicks’ especially resonating especially. If you’re not convinced just hear out my own little fanboy moment: because I missed out on my favourite track ‘Vierboom’s Room’, Zac (from the band, not some random dude called Zac) sat down and played to track to me personally. Dude even let me shout out ‘AND I CAME ON HIS BED!’ Fucking legend.

Finally, the men of the hour, Bad//Dreems absconded their drinks and friends to play to the bloodthirsty folk of Sydney. We bayed for Bad//Dreems blood, and that is what we got. We devoured every tune thrown at us, from feel-good-cos-you’re-feeling-bad anti-anthem ‘Hoping For’, the punk-meets-melody-meets-fuckyew of ‘Home Life’, and rip-snorter of an adrenaline rush ‘Caroline’. Ironically, the last song introduced as ‘I fucking hate this song’, before the track exploded into being a highlight of the set. Bad//Dreems even managed to plop in a mind-blowing cover of ‘My Pal’ by GOD, a song which happens to be the best Australian track of all time, bar none.

Seeing Bad//Dreems live and in the flesh, in an environment where the drummer’s hair sweat is flicking into your eyes, and the guitarist’s beer breath mixes with your own…well that’s an experience too good for words. The previous bands were great fucking bands, but Bad//Dreems are an entity on their own. Their songs, their music, and the way they play their shit live, it holds a unique, gritty but amiable trait that is all too rare in bands these days. But then again, if it wasn’t a rarity, then seeing a band like Bad//Dreems wouldn’t be such a special occasion.

In case it wasn’t clear, that Halloween was a highlight of my year. And in case you were wondering, my Wayne’s World costume was the best costume there, winning a self-appointed, one-man competition of best get-up at the party. So yeah, when you beat out a lady with a 100%accurate depiction of Frida Kahloand get to see Food Court, Yard Duty and Bad//Dreems, it’s hard to say you didn’t have a better time than Ferris Bueller trying cocaine for the first time.

Album Review: Food Court-Smile At Your Shoes EP

a4088181802_2You know that kid at school, that was really quiet, and shy, and never spoke a fucking word? And then boom, teacher calls on them and they suddenlyget all fucking Rain Man and genius-like? Well, that’s Food Court, a group of slacker-rockers from Sydney that were maybe shut-up for a bit too long, and are now taking the opportunity to let it all out. However, instead of being machine-gun-at-school repressed, they channel everything into providing loud, riff-ready rock n roll. And by my standards, it’s fucking perfect. For a debut EP, Food Court get out of their Warringah Mall Maccas uniforms, strap on their guitars, channel their inner Superchunk and let rip a messy and beautiful feast of tunes.

Opener ‘I Want You’ is about a disgusting pigsty as any KFC bathroom, and that’s just the way we like it. Jangly guitar barfs out into a growling chorus of ‘I want you!’, like DZ Deathrays on a romantic period. The dichotomy of full-on rocking and chilled out bliss works strongly in their favour, and ensures that ‘I Want You’ is going to be a song to remember for a long fucking time. Next is the free download of the title track, which is a little more ramshackle, Dune Rats without the weed references. It’s a 60’s rock n roll meets the contemporary garage, with off-key ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ and sloppy guitar lines, and a badass little shred-solo.

‘By Your Side’ hits strong and hard from the beginning, and you could almost call it a power-ballad. But its too over-the-bullshit to fall into that category, similar to Palms with ‘This Last Year’. Its a nod along track, you move your head back and forth with ease, no drama involved. Food Court want to get you in the right sort of amiable mood before they blast your face off with ‘Not Enough’. Okay, maybe that’s an overstep, but ‘Not Enough’ is still very cool. The chorus of those super beach vibes you have when a tan just starts to form on your skin, your Ray-Bans are looking cool as shit, and sand is still between your arse crack (a situation I have never personally found myself in, but hey, imagination right?). The shredding and bass lines  towards the end of this track is very Step-Panther, which immediately brings this track to a level of awesome on par with smoking bongs with the Predator.

‘Going Home’ again brings the surfer/slacker/just-lost-my-job-to a-machine vibes, a short n sweet track that is intended to get your body fucking moving. However, it’s closer ‘She’s Away’ that is far and away the standout track on this EP. Now that’s fucking saying something, when every track on this EP is damn near slacker perfection, but ‘She’s Away’ brings an energy and ironically, enthusiasm that has to be accounted for. The song oozes a Thee Oh Sees vibe, of being super fucking cool without trying, like a modern day Fonzie. That belted chorus of ‘WHEN I SEE YOUR FRIENDS’ is just so fucking anthem-ready it makes me wet between my thighs.

Maybe its the fact that I’ve got way too much of a soft spot for garage and slacker rock (as should anyone with a semblance of intelligence), but it feels like Food Court have compiled a host of underground Sydney classics on their very first stint in music, and they’ve done it without even trying. Everything on ‘Smile At Your Shoes’ is very self-deprecating and realistic, and for that, you can’t help but just fucking love Food Court.

‘Smile At Your Shoes is available for $5 from Food Court’s Bandcamp here. That’s more awesome than 2am drunken kebabs, and cheaper as well. If you want to (read: you must) catch Food Court live, they’re playing their next show on the 8th of November at the Captain Cook Hotel in Surry Hills, with one of Australia’s best bands of the now, Bad//Dreems.