Video(s): Bitch Prefect + Real Estate + The Kite String Tangle + Pluto Jonze + YACHT + JMSN + Grave Babies

It’s been a while since I looked at any music videos. Good thing that the bands mentioned in the title came across with some new ones that rule pretty fucking hard. Especially the Aussie contingent. Those videos rule harder than Ja Rule using a ruler to measure his plunge in pop culture obscurity.

 

Bitch Prefect-University Fiend

You’ve met him before (it’s always a he). A self-minded, self-rioghteous prick that spews forth right-wing bullshit every time he opens his mouth. He’s an outspoken arsehole, and Bitch Prefect fucking hate this guy, along with the sane portion of Australia. This fucking wanker is young, dumb and is guaranteed to start and finish his life in university. Man, fuck this guy.

Bitch Prefect’s spot-on downer tune couldn’t reflect the unanimous opinion of this guy better. However, in the spirit of free speech, the dickhead is allowed to share his opinion on Bitch Prefect themselves, stimulated through the video for the track. The Predator-vision whilst the camera focuses on the band, and sudden switch to bright-eyed purple when admiring past accomplishments and the happiest/saddest day in this fuckhead’s life (graduation) shows that his opinion is solidly of the ‘fuck Bitch Prefect’ viewpoint. But who gives a shit. He’s a university fiend.

 

Real Estate-Talking Backwards

It’s Monday, which means that a lot of people will be listening to wistful indie rock. Fuck that. Listen to metal.

Okay, so maybe Monday arvo isn’t the best time to get into a nostalgic Pantera session, but instead of spinning Lana Del Ray for the millionth time, go for something new, something fresh, and something actually good. This new one from New York’s Real Estate is just the kind of friendly depression-visor that Monday’s call for.

There’s not a whole lot of amazing shit that happens in the clip, just an insight into what the characters of Real Estate get up to when no-one’s watching. Although I never really felt that was a hole in my life that needed to be filled, it has, and at the very least, there’s a kickass Real Estate track coming out of it.

 

The Kite String Tangle-Given the Chance

When I first heard this, I nearly shit a brick. Although it fits into the usual triple-j fodder of really good electro-dance artists like Panama and Rufus, this track makes squiggles of pleasure shoot through my brain at a frightening pace. If you’re listening to this track right now, you’ll realise the sort of sensations I’m feeling. The soulful voice, the trickling keys, the touch-n-go electronic-drumbeats…oh, and that fucking chorus croon! Jesus Christ, it’s like someone unleashed a hybrid of Adele and Miles Davis!

As for the video, well fuck me with some tindersticks. I don’t wanna sound like a pretentious prick, but why break the habit? It pretty much perfectly captures the introspectively uplifting mood of the track. The trippy, colourful visuals are amazing, and the self-discovery plot that seems to go on is, in a word, niiiiiiceeeee.

Get this fucking song, right fucking here. Go watch The Kite String Tangle at Oxford Arts Factory on Wednesday, 13th of Feb. Don’t sleep on that shit, because this dude has sold out four shows of his tour already.

 

Pluto Jonze-All Washed Up

Pluto Jonze is like the Vance Joy of indie-pop. By that I mean, he’s a small-time dude, with a whole bunch of pretty good songs on his belt. After slewing it out, and releasing amazing video after amazing video, he’s going to hit it big. And I mean really fucking big. Pluto Jonze is going to be fucking big, possibly bigger that Vance. In fact, the only super big differences is that Pluto Jonze is from Sydney, has a more broad spectrum of arrangement in his songs, and sounds a little bit more bummed.

And maybe, just maybe, ‘All Washed Up’ is Pluto Jonze’s ‘Riptide’. Who knows? Its definitely catchy, there’s a whistle-hook in there, and Pluto Jonze has been kicking around for long enough now that people should recognise the name. And with a video this fucking great, featuring a quick flurry of baffling but visually tasty images, it’s hard not to become kind of obsessed with this song. Hell, the images even relate to the lyrics the same way as in the ‘Riptide video. Pluto Jonze’s bummed face + Monopoly money + You’re all washed up’= music video symmetry heaven.

 

YACHT-Plastic Soul

YACHT are an electro-pop duo from Portland, Oregon, and they’ve done the most Portland thing ever by advertising the fact that it cost them ONLY 5 grand to make this video. Jinkies, do you want hipster cred with that order of overwhelming douchebraggery?

Although I do feel guilty putting two ‘retro, ironic karoake’ clips together, the song itself is actually pretty great. It’s bouncy and squelchy and a little bit off-putting but in an enjoyable way, like Hannibal Lecter playing with a basketball made of human flesh. Nice imagery right?

 

JMSN-The One

This clip was described to me as kinda dark, a statement that definetely goes as a frontrunner of ‘Most Underplayed Description of 2014’. The song plays like your average soulful ballad, not all that dissimilar to Oscar Key Sung or The Weeknd.

But then you watch this clip, and your eyes literally fall out of your head at the kind of shit on display. This is like watching Hellraiser in the company of someone who only wears spandex and leather, insists on speaking like a snake, and will never kiss you, only stick their tounge down your earholes. It’s incredibly creepy, disturbing and a hundred percent unique. For sure, you will not see a clip like this for a very, very long time.

 

Grave Babies-Pain Cycle

Time to get completely out of the smush zone with a hard-hitting new video from Grave Babies. I’ve always profounded my love for this band and their rich brand of goth mind-fuckery. On ‘Pain Cycle’, the rich grooves of crushing S&M synth are especially potent. Usually, a Grave Babies track will just tie you down and melt your mind. ‘Pain Cycle’ wants to compress it and place somewhere it can never be found.

If that wasn’t dark enough for you, check the video. It is so fucking creepy, like the Blair Witch Project being branded into the minds of the Children of the Corn. Green television sets blink and flicker in nothingness and a timid girl does what every horror-movie girl does: refuse to turn the fuck around and scream their way to safety. Oh well, at least her demise makes for a video that you will actually not be able to tear your eyes off.

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Album Review: Grave Babies-Crusher

If your idyllic album cover is a pyre of otherworldly bleakness, encircling a bloody pig’s head embedded on a spike, look no further for your future favourite album, Grave Babies ‘Crusher’. For those, and I believe I speak to the majority, who think that is mildly fucked up, read on for your next favourite gothic masterpiece. For yes, Grave Babies will be the next Cramps, not in sound (apparently they fucking hate being compared to other artists more than Rasputin hated being targeted for assassination) but in style and execution of glorious, frivolous, revelling music that is sure to capture the gothic crowd of 2013, and get them masturbating to something other than pictures of Robert Smith’s hair. In the recent history of post-gothic, post-punk, post-bullshit music of a dark nature, there was firstly Crystal Castles, followed by The Soft Moon, and now Grave Babies are taking their turn as the torchbearers, or rather pallbearers (ba-doom tisch) of these coffin-clad resonators known as Darkwave! (just to point out, Crystal Castles and The Soft Moon both have recently released albums, and both rock my pasty body to the core, it’s just that 2013 seems like a Grave Babies sorta year)

For the uninitiated, ‘Crusher’ might seem a swarthy mess, overloaded with coarse vocal abilities, howling mentality, and blistered riffs clunking over each other. Personally, that sounds like a great album to me, but it goes much further than that. There is diversity, and a forward thinking agenda to be discovered. ‘Count Cuts‘ is a head-lolling, love ballad disguised as a corpse. ‘Your crashing all around me/dig deeper into my sleep’ is just an example of the harrowing, blood-curdling lyrics that undercut the brilliant mournful cries of guitar curdling the song into a caption of heartbreak. It’s got a tear stained face permanently branded on it’s forehead, a standout in the album of noisy grief. 

It’s not all doom and gloom. Well, it is, but it isn’t entirely delivered with a snarling gasp of desperate anguish. ‘Over and Under Ground‘ the first single from the album, is at times almost sort-of melancholy, delivered at a rolling, stamped out, factory pace, something that would play during the crux of a Charles Dicken’s novel. It’s a gory, curled blaster of a song, the highlight of the album, delivered with a snowed-in, apocalyptic tone, like a T-Rex that’s just discovered how short it’s arms are, and that all the other dinosaurs have been laughing about him behind his back. It’s hurt and harnessed, pulled back and pushing suppressed blasts of feedback. Another beautiful carcass of a track is ‘Pain Cycle’, which is literally a cycle of robotic, metallic-sheen loops stretched into a cavernous sound, propelling the listener to another dimension of the pain Grave Babies try to execute.

Overall, ‘Crusher’ depicts exactly what it wants to: an off-kilter romance, both longingly obsessed with the anguish, and excitedly fixated with expressing it in the most skelter-ish, mentally deranged way. It’s a true thing of beauty, clashing sounds subdued to a whisper, faraway vocals belted in a silent scream, minimalist sounds executed in deadly, bombastical succession. Could ‘Grave Babies’ have released a better album than ‘Crusher’, loaded with the hauntingly-drenched works of ‘Skulls‘, ‘Slaughter’, and ‘Death March‘? Probably not. It’s hellishly good pop for the jilted generation, an insulted work of black and white otherworldly decapitation, just like the album artwork

Download ‘Over and Underground’ and ‘No Fear’ from Grave Babies’ Hardly Art page, and check out some of the other Hardly Art bands like Colleen Green, Unnatural Helpers and Australia’s own Lost Animal.