New Electronica: Rainbow Chan + Dro Carey + Broadway Sounds + Ara Koufax + Kllo + OCDANTAR + Cliques + TEES

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If you head to the club tonight, and the DJ doesn’t drop one of these sick beats, then sorry, you went to the wrong club and your DJ sucks.

Rainbow Chan – Last

Rainbow Chan recently dropped “Nest”, the first single from her upcoming debut album, which showcased an even stronger willingness to incorporate all those pop leanings hinted at on her first few tracks. Now, “Last” doubles down, with rippling pools of synths spurred on by constantly evolving percussion from chimes to spliced hi-hats. Plus, there’s a chorus in there that was surely custom-made in a pop warehouse featuring a cast of ex-Destiny Child’s ghostwriters. That syrupy “Honey, honey” chant is enough to melt steel beams.

Dro Carey – Dark Zoo EP

Dro Carey has to be one of the most impressive electronic artists in Australia, right? He’s been doing that sort of complex and paranoid take on UK Garage for a few years now, but this EP sees a new extension to the Dro Carey dynamic, with a Kucka collaboration that showcases his poppies stuff yet. Still, “pop” is a loose word for “Queensberry Rules” – it’s still murmurs and bubbles with a twisted aesthetic. The EP also features that stellar single “Grow Lithe” – like a migraine pulsing underneath your skull, this thing distorts aggressively; a surefire way to keep a dance floor contorting at 3am.

The Dark Zoo Ep officially drops next week on the 20th via Soothsayer – plenty of other hits on there, so get on it.

Broadway Sounds – Exclusive Love/Digital Influence

Broadway Sounds are heading to Glastonbury! How great is that!? But also, not in the least bit surprising, considering their constant stream of good-time funk/electronica/disco/afrobeat/fuck knows banger salads. Just listen to “Exclusive Love/Digital Influence”, a song that can’t sit still for a millisecond. It jumps around upon a perky, unpredictable spray of disco synth that bathes in the titular commandment of “EXCL-USIVE LOVE / \ DIGITAL INF-LUENCE”. This song is an authoritative gesture from the Gods of Getting Down, and who are you to deny them?

Ara Koufax –  Kissy Fits

As soon as “Kissy Fits” kicks off, it becomes clear that you’re in for some jaw-clenched, fists-bundled techno. Ara Koufax stretch tension over their six minutes, chewing on football samples and murderous beats. It’s heavy stuff that remains menacing and intensive, but never overextends into something cartoonish.

Kllo – Bolide

Kllo are back with an extra letter and a serene new single in “Bolide”! The team up between Simon Lam (I’lls, Nearly Oratorio) and Chloe Kaul has just gotten hypersensitive – this is the kind of song you put on after you fall asleep in the sun, and end up with third degree burns all over your body, and you need something even more soothing than mere Aloe Vera.

OCDANTAR – Time in Flux EP

The solo project of Josh Delaney (Rat & Co, SMILE, Smooch Records Co-Head Honcho) has just put out an EP of slow-burning, Jon Hopkins-esque atmospheric electronica. It’s slow, sparse and beautiful stuff, full of texture. If it were a .jpeg, we’d call it high-res, a bare minimum of 300 pixels. The biggest highlight has to be “Sad Child”, a crisp, delicate mourner led by haunting vocals more mournful than the Adrien Brody’s natural facial expression.

Cliques – Dotted

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Cliques are the Anglerfish of the electronic world. They sit in near silence, in a place so dark you wouldn’t be able to see anything even if you had a trusty Bic. Then, a small, dim light appears…faint, bouncing, happy. It feels wrong to approach it, dangerous even, but it’s so beautiful. It bobs closer and closer, but something doesn’t feel quite right. It’s so close, and so bright, and then…the jaws open wide, terror rises to its haunches, and you’re vacuumed into the stomach of one of the world’s most unique predators.

TEES – Got the Feeling

Look, if this came out in the 90’s alongside Underworld and Orbital, TEES would probably be the biggest things in the world. Actually, it doesn’t really matter about context – even coming out in 2016,  with “Got the Feeling” and that top notch propulsive dreamy house beat, I fully expect TEES as headliners for the next Coachella.

 

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New: : Miss Destiny – Law and Order

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Every single part of the latest one from Miss Destiny is fucking perfect. It’s headbanger heaven, a song that’ll claw it’s way to your heart, a guitar riff so mean that it’ll put your head through a wall, and repeat the process ’til you’re unconscious and bleeding.

When those growls of “The only thing worse than law is orderer, watch out cos I’ve got something for yaaaaaa!” explode into the ears, it’s the most badass thing I’ve heard in months. It’s guttural and piercing and exhilarating, the coolest fucking thing to come out of Melbourne since…shit, nothing really compares to how raw and bloodshot this song is! Just listen in, raise your goddamn fist, and heave in time to the cruel, unrelenting power of Miss Destiny!

If you do one thing today – make sure it’s that you listen to this song, and then spread it like a goddamn virus.

New Guitar Pop: Ciggie Witch + Scott & Charlene’s Wedding + Gentlemane + Terry + Chook Race + Shearin’ + Cousin Tony’s Band New Firebird

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Just a couple A+ delicacies for your Wednesday night if you’re in the mood for a bit of a jingle jangle:

Ciggie Witch – Walking the Tracks

One of the crowning achievements of my short life thus far is when Ciggie Witch dedicated a song to me at the Fitzroy Bowls Club during a Bedroom Suck Presents gig. Side note: the combination of those three pronouns has made that sentence the most Australian line of dialogue ever written.

Anyway, sink your teeth into this new hazy beauty from the Ciggie Witch camp. This time round, old mate Zach expresses his anxieties of balancing happiness in a song as sick as Steven Seagal’s ponytail.

Scott & Charlene’s Wedding – Delivered

Been a while since we heard the flashy twang of S+CW, and it’s bloody to good to have them back! There’s that some old yelp, that same old propulsive melody, and a chorus that’s born to be belted from the bedroom of frustrated folks all around Australia.

PS wait for the guitar solo at the end there – feels like you’re being used as mouthwash in the bill of a pelican, tossed around in a machine of bleeding reverb. 10/10

Gentlemane – The Year of Trip

This album is typically more lost in love that your typical jangly record, but you know what? That’s alright by me. I’ve been feeling a little Romeo-esque lately, and I wouldn’t mind listening to a bit of “Lost in the Moment” or “She’s My Angel” as I tearfully yell Shakespeare at the balconies of two-up’s in Newtown on a Saturday arvo.

Terry – 8 Girls 

Terry might not support the nationalists, but they do support cowboy hats and cut-off denim vests that sport their own name in diamonds. Oh yeah, and they also support really tough, leathery pop music born to be blasted from the pub jukebox right after a Saints song from Prehistoric Sounds.

Chook Race – At Your Door 

This song came out before Season 6 of Game of Thrones, which in blog terms means that it’s probably too old to attempt to attach a hashtag to. However, I’m still gonna give it a go, because the scratchy pop styling of Chook Race will never stop be endearing, and it’s always better late than never. Go on, press play, no regrets here.

Shearin – Budget Cuts

For me personally, there’s probably nothing better than hearing a harsh voice spit pure fury over political indignation, shitty policy and a beautiful little jangle pop line. Oh, and look at that, that’s the exact description of Shearin’s “Budget Cuts”! Aren’t you bloody lucky! Also, it’s probably been at least a few weeks since you heard someone scream “that fat cunt Joe Hockey”, so make sure you tune into “Budget Cuts” for that alone.

If you’re free Friday, make sure you head along to the Chippendale Hotel, as Shearin’ are having their EP launch, and will see some support from Nick Nuisance and the Delinquents as well.

Cousin Tony’s Brand New Firebird – Melbourne Bitter

This song doesn’t really fall into the guitar pop territory, but the song’s called “Melbourne Bitter”, and that’s good enough for me. This song absolutely bloody rules, and I needed to find a way to sneak it in somewhere. Besides, this blog never had any integrity to begin with, why start now?

Video: Zone Out – Breakdown

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I know what you’re thinking: if you had to join a cult, it’d obviously be Scientology for all those sweet celebrity hook ups, right? Well, you make a great point, but before you see your soul to Xenu, take a look at this strong contender:

Here’s the 411: the cult is called Zone Out, it’s located in Melbourne, and although it’s small, their numbers are growing in strength every day. The promotional video above counts an extra six members who have been pulled in by the two founders charismatic charms and promises of glory.

Also, the uniform is tops – whilst Mormons are stuck with rejected Game of Thrones outfits, Zone out provides their members with Steve Zissou beanies and colourful sweatshirts. Did I mention that all they do is hang out at the beach all day and listen to dreamy pop music created by their genius founders? Yeah, do yourself a favour and sign up to the world’s greatest cult right here.

New: GL – Grip

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Look, here’s the deal – GL are bloody perfect. They are as perfect as finding out that you and your Uber driver both share a love of Madonna, and busting out multiple renditions of “Like A Prayer” all the way back to your house, and the harmonising was so good that your Uber driver actually ends up giving you money.

Look, full disclosure – “Grip” isn’t in the same league as Madonna, but fuck they’re close, aren’t they? This is damn good music to gyrate a pelvis too! The duo of Ella Thompson and Graeme Pogson are fearsome, and they’ve just been pumping out consistent gem after the other, the kind that makes your lips involuntarily twitch in excitement over. “Grip” is just the latest, a song that begins with a throbbing bass, and jabs of sensual synths, before falling away to allow all of the room for Ella Thompson’s blatantly gorgeous voice. That’s the kind of voice that otherwise law-abiding citizens would commit vocal-chord robbery for. Seriously, can that woman be any more incredible? Can we nominate her as the supreme overlord of pop already?

Fucking hell, what a bunch of goddamn geniuses. If GL can repeat this sort of magnificence on the rest of that debut album they’ve got up their sleeves, that question of lords of pop fiefdom won’t be a rhetorical one on some shitty Sydney blog, it’s going to be the real fucking deal. ALL HAIL GL!

 

New: Whipper – Chase the Rainbow

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This new Whipper song is the definition of raw fucking power. Just a pure, brutal, unadulterated, spit-flecked, blood-soaked, pupil-dilated beacon of raw fucking power. There’s not a single ounce of strut or ponce or pout to this song, it just exists as a stirling example of what can happen when a bunch of people who grew up on the unrelenting power of guitars and The Stooges put their heads down and produce greatness.

“Chase the Rainbow” doesn’t fuck around, it just gets stuck in, pummelling your stomach with adrenaline-addled punches of seething riffs that have surely contracted a disease of some sort. Seconds in, it makes you feel like Beavis when he sees a naked flame: “FIRE! FIRE! YEAH! YEAH! FIRE!”. It’s the kind of song that, when those violent three minutes and twenty three seconds have finished, you come to the realisation that you’ve chewed off your lips as a token of your savage appreciation. It’s probably the best punk song I’ve heard since POWER released their disembowelling debut last year.

New: Braille Face – Glow

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I’ve been watching a lot of that show Daredevil lately, and lemme tell ya, that Matt Murdock knows how to kick some ass! Also, in case your knowledge of Marvel’s B-grade superheroes isn’t as sharp as it should be, Daredevil is blind, and with that comes a lot of close up shots of Murdock reading braille, subtle bumps on a page that translate into words. Anyway, I find that whole concept of a written language for the blind as cool as those scenes of Daredevil absolutely smelting some bad motherfuckers with his fists.

That idea of something that’s nearly invisible having an enormous impact is reflected in Braille Face’s new single “Glow”. First of all, a round of applause for that segue. Secondly, you definitely need to get on this song: it’s paranoid, stark, and minimalistic. The small, jilting sounds that BF works with makes it that much more impactful. “Glow” will feed on your anxiety, sink its teeth into your fear, and hypnotise you with BF’s magnetic vocals. If you feel like being consumed by some really dark and beautiful electronic textures, fuck Kid A off and listen to this.

PREMIERE: Roomates – Stay With Me / Burnt Down

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It’s almost become common knowledge around these parts that Beko Disques, the micro-label out of France, does a better job of representing great Australian music than local labels. How some bloke from the other side of the world has managed to spit out releases from obscure but brilliant Aussies like TEES, PILLS, Day Ravies, and more is a complete mystery.

The spot-on musical recommendations are still coming thick and fast from Beko, with the latest announcement of their latest artist Roomates. The solo project from Melbourne’s Jake Lanyon, these bedroom recordings are miles ahead of the usual “mere bedroom recordings”, loaded with inherently sorrow vocals that scrape over bare bones guitar. Skeletal and simple, “Stay With Me” and “Burnt Down” are terrific examples of blissful content and raw pain laying side by side. Do yourself a favour, and get yourself familiar with Roomates.

Video: Empat Lima – Bowie On the Beach

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Before “Bowie on the Beach”, hypnotism was just some bullshit that terrible magicians would practise at the dodgy ends of the Strip in Las Vegas. Now, it’s more real than ever – I am bent to Empat Lima’s command.

Seriously, do yourself a favour, a succumb to the neon post-punk of this band. Allow yourself to get drawn deeper and deeper into the sheer absurdity of their music. It’s a shimmering mirage, a heatstroke injection into pop that you cannot afford to miss out on. Invest. Believe. Synergy. Empty Lima.

Hell, I ain’t yet to told you about the video yet. Smattered with the kind of colourful haze that clouds your vision right before you throw up all the three-month old milk, the clip for “Bowie On the Beach” has to be one of the best videos released this year. It’s like Eric Warehaim directed Point Break. There are conk shells, cannonballs, and dolphin races, all smothered in that distorted, disturbing, delicious haze. It’s funny, it’s weird, and it’s kinda brilliant  – there is absolutely nothing more you could want from a video.

Empat Lima – you are fucking awesome. Please never leave.

2015 In Review, State By State

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It’s December 1st, so that means its time for the inevitable yearly wrap-up that gets all the clicks. But before I head into the dreaded listicle territory, I’m going to look at Australia’s literal territories, and just what the fuck they got up to this year, from the perspective of a child in Sydney who struggles to charge a phone, let alone understand the intricacies of the music scenes available within each state.

Short answer: bloody heaps, moite. Long answer:

Sydney, NSW

Look, we dropped the ball with the lockouts, and none of our NRL teams made the final. But other than that, Sydney did real well this year, with FLOWERTRUCK, YEEVS, Low Lux, Gordi, Le Pie and Palms being just a handful of the names that kept this dying city propped up.

In very important news, Sydney punk got re-ignited this year, specifically because of two bands: Orion and White Dog. Seeing these bands is akin to setting yourself on fire, Thich Quang Duc-style. Equally terrifying and exhilarating, you’re just as likely to be hit in the jaw by a flying crowd surfer as you are commit the violence yourself. Other new punk bands like Dry Finish, Point Being and Tim & the Boys popped up as well, which makes me feel like it’s going to be only a matter of time before Maggot Fest relocates North. Oh yeah, and Royal Headache returned in order to promptly release the best album of 2015.

Brisbane, QLD

Brisbane continued its reign as kings and queens of weird, as the local labels Sonic Masala Records and Tenth Court put out some fantastically obscure and refreshing records, whilst the pop was on point, with a few new teasers from The Creases, Babaganouj, and Love Signs. Blank Realm melted all our hearts with another masterpiece that was possibly BETTER than 2014’s Grassed Inn. Synth strangeness hit its peak, as the new bands 100%, and Corporate Vibes released some incredible tapes, and shoegaze returned in a big way with DEAFCULT and FOREVR injected a couple hefty doses of mind-caving avalanches of guitar.

Melbourne, VIC

Another year, another straight flush of amazing rock and punk. Thanks to Power, Little Desert, and Dribble for being the best a pimply teenager from Sydney’s suburbia could wish for.

However, Melbourne’s usual spot on proliferation of jangle-pop stalled a bit this year – there were great records from big hitters The Ocean Party, Twerps and Dick Diver, however none of these releases rose above their preceding material. They were good, but not enough to warrant the feverish excitement that accompanied previous albums.

On the other hand, electronic music regained its foothold in the Southern State – NULL, Planete, and Sui Zhen forced heads to pop up and start salivating, whilst friendships, Total Giovanni  and NO ZU proved to be the most entertaining and fun live acts that Australia provided this year. But it was Roland Tings who takes out MVP – that record of his is a work of fucking art.

Adelaide, SA

Wireheads, Bad//Dreems and Summer Flake provided the best material from the City of Churches, although the latter has pissed off down to Melbourne, so it’ll probably only be another few months before she disappears into an alleyway and becomes swallowed by that famous coffee culture. Another Adelaide export, Lord Fascinator released a whole swag of tracks that had an approximately 50% hit rate.

Besides the big names, there were a few newish bands from Radelaide that are showing a fair bit of promise – Old Mate released another album, Rule of Thirds put out their debut, and in very recent news, The Yabbies and The High Beamers have put out a few tracks that points to them becoming the biggest things out of Adelaide since Paul Kelly became the official sponsor for Coopers [sic].

Perth, WA

Tame Impala released a pretty average record, POND released a really good one. The various side-projects between these two bands number into the millions, and they’re all varying engagements of the same incestual psych village. There’s just a bit too much, and it’s all a bit “Eh”.

Similarly to the psych boom, there was an over saturation of electro-pop and grunge. Both of these scenes started off exciting, with KUCKA, and GRRL PAL providing satisfying starts in the former category, and Tired Lion, Pat Chow, and Black Stone From the Sun churning out detuned Heimlich manoeuvres in the latter. But by the end of the year, it became a bit tiresome hearing the same old thing. These bands are still good, but with the exception of LOWER SPECTRUM and Catlips, it felt like people in Perth are either listening to too much Grimes or Nevermind.

Hobart, TAS

The most underrated and painfully ignored album of 2015 came courtesy of Tassie’s Heart Beach. We, as a collective society, should have raised this album to triple platinum status, at a bare minimum. Heart Beach is flooring, and I feel ashamed that I didn’t review it. If you’re after a record that you can curl up with, that’ll both comfort you and turn your bones to ash, turn to Heart Beach, and don’t stop listening until you’ve reached the highest point of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. If there was going to be an album that guided you towards a higher consciousness , it’ll be this one. Please, do yourself the greatest of favours and jump on over to Heart Beach’s Bandcamp, where the album is still listed as a ridiculous name-your-price.

Darwin, NT

I have no idea what happened in Darwin this year. Can someone let me know?