New: Lurch & Chief + Heads of Charm + Morning Harvey + Odyssey

Ooooft, new tunes from our sunburnt country. If you put down your goonie for just a second, you’ll see that these tracks are worth stopping your cheap wine bender for.

Lurch & Chief- Mother/Father

You! Yes, you! The fat turd with Cheethoh stained fingers, listening to the latest nu-metal release! Quit being such a fucking wanker, and listen to the new Lurch & Chief single! It’s a slice of garage pop specifically aimed at turning the peice-of-shit you, that posted a photo on Facebook of your new Insane Clown Posse makeup,  into something mildly attractive. ‘Mother/Father’ features a chorus of orgasmic heights, and every time those ‘Woo’s sound, chills harness themselves around my spine, and give me a mini-seizure. Enjoy!

Heads of Charm-Spain on A Roll/Check Check Check

And for those who weren’t drained of all energy in that previous track from Lurch & Chief, well here’s one that’ll send shocks of Pikachu-levels of energy down your entire body, smouldering you to a small pile of ash. Heads of Charm are like a mini-supergroup, that harness over-the-top propulsion with math-rock precison. You think you’ve heard good diversity between the louds and quiets of a song? Fuck off, you haven’t heard shit til your brain has been pulverised by “Spain on a Roll’. If you liked At the Drive-In, but always wanted them to re-locate to Melbourne, well here’s your chance.

Morning Harvey-Girl Euphoria

And now, since your mental, physical and, dare I say it, sexual state should be confined to utter exhaustion, there’s a new one from Morning Harvey to lull you into a sense of security. ‘Girl Euphoria’ could’ve been a B-side from The Stone Roses second record, and it’s obvious that Morning Harvey are disciples of the 90’s British movement. Those slides of psychedelica, those sharp melodies…Morning Harvey are well on their way to Britpop fame, despite the fact that movement kind of ended fifteen years ago. Regardless, Morning Harvey can write a damn good single, and if they can continue that, maybe they can revitalise the genre. God knows Blur and the Gallaghers are having trouble doing that.

Odyssey-Future Space Dead Sound

OK, so when you’ve got an album title that sounds like it combines the graphic, spine-ripping gore of Mortal Kombat with a Chemical Brothers song, then you’ve got me (and everyone else who’s hypothetically into good music) hooked.

Odyssey is the project from Velociraptor/Tiger Beams member Jesse Hawkins. And because Brisbane is such an incestual scene, he got some of his buddies to contribute as well.  There’s Shane Parsons from DZ Deathrays, Julien James from Tiny Migrants, and even old mate Kylie Minoque makes an appearance. Whether Kylie’s appearance, or indeed, any of the guest spots, were solicited, is completely up for debate.

Regardless, Odyssey are in the business of creating insane, loopy, thumping post-punk rooted electronic music, which is more of a pretentious mouthful than even I thought I was capable of. Start with ‘ODYSS’, and then make your way through the rest of the album with the fumbling, blind enthusiasm of every woman ever in the presence of Ryan Gosling.

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New Australian Music: Prolife + Martyr Privates/Thigh Master + Raindrop + Wolf Cola + The Owls + The Ninjas

Whilst The Great Barrier Reef prepares itself for the biggest natural raping in mankind’s history, and sharks in Western Australia ready themselves for the massacre, there comes the small condolence that Australian Music is still in top form.

Prolife-Gold Leaves

Slug Guts were one of the pillars of Brisbane’s underground scene, so it was a real fucking bummer when they broke up. They managed to make noise music sound interesting and fresh again, and then, suddenly, it looked like things were going to get all fucked up again. From two of Slug Guts’ remaining members comes Prolife, an anti-suicide band. However, instead of shredding noise that echoed with Junkyard-era Birthday Party, we get the Rowland S. Howard experience. Nothing wrong with that, in fact, it only seems logical that there be that re shifting of musical ideology after being immersed in a blood bath of viciousness for so long. ‘Gold Leaves’ is fucking beautiful, just soft, layered mush slowly pressing its corpse against you and hushed, melancholy vocals ringing hollow. The result is a sincere and creepy track that can only be described in synonyms of praise.

 

Martyr Privates/Thigh Master-Split Cassingle

Quick review: get behind both these bands as fast as you can. They are about to very soon become highlights of Brisbane’s underground scene the same way Palms, Straight Arrows and Unity Floors are so central to Sydney’s music group. Seriously, both these bands couldn’t have offered greater singles to this work of art if they tried. This cassette is like the fucking Holy Grail of awesome things that all music lovers could own, right next to Ozzy Osborne’s pubes and Axl Rose’s lobotomised brain.

Martyr Privates are first, and they offer a super ultra dooper cool take on the John Dwyer School of Advanced Garagery. Think super wild overblown fuzz, like a screeching pterodactyl laying eggs on top of your face. Its exposed stoner-fuzz of the highest order.

As for Thigh Master, well everyone knows how much I love these guys. Sassy as Beyonce and local as the kebab shop down the road, these blokes make garage tunes to be danced and cried to. Strung out and bleached beyond recognition, Thigh Master are like that stain that you have on your favourite shirt-technically an imperfection, but one that’s got more character than all the seasons of FRIENDS compiled together.

 

Raindrop-It Goes Off

Now moving onto some stuff that could’ve been demo material from POND’s sessions for ‘Hobo Rocket’. Splashes of psychedelic glam rock, shimmering with the kind of attitude Ziggy Stardust had right before he got devoured by the New Wave scene and not-multi coloured hair. If anything, ‘It Goes Off’ is like a journey, similar to the one’s Unknown Mortal Orchestra ride on. Basically, these are just massive compliments for the debut track from a glorious little Sydney psych band. In three words, it’s fucking good.

 

Wolf Cola-Wolf Cola EP

Wolf Cola sounds like a marketing ploy for a really manly drink. Other contenders for the name were Mountain Lion Pop and Lioness Power Drank. But Wolf Cola won out because its fierce and fast, a lightning bolt to the cock.

Only, the band did away with that sort of marketing bullshit and went with a super chilled cuppa sort of thing, a drink you relax with on your balcony, that’ll put you in a drunken stupor in no time. A mixture of Baileys, Coke and Jack Daniels, on the rocks. Sounds disgusting, but if we didn’t mix random shit we never would’ve gotten the White Russian, and then there would be no Dude.

Wolf Cola (the band) are from Sydney that exemplify that sort of upbeat downer paradox that other bands like The Black Lips, Jay Reatard and Royal Headache did really well, only with a beachy touch that makes it seem like the Beach Boys got together after a month of injecting who knows what. Again, that’s a compliment. The result of Wolf Cola’s debut EP is a mouth agape, drunken howling of amateur rock at its finest. Let the fuzz be turned way up and the bliss release be implanted in all the brains of those lucky enough to be within hearing distance.

 

The Love Junkies-Chemical Motivation

Onto something that swings its dick in your face and smugly begs for you to get fired up so that you can both engage in an old fashioned bar fight, and the bar band strike up an old school Errol Flynn duelling ditty. What a romantic thought and gesture on The Love Junkies part. ‘Chemical Motivation’ is a shock to the system, switching from 60’s smoothness that would have Fred Willard all flustered and mumbling, it engages into a hyperspeed, Nirvana-ish chorus that is an inch away from making you shit yourself. Dat brown note.

 

The Owls-Krakow

For those that like Kasabian comes a Newcastle band that twist some Snowdroppers and Gay Paris on that formulaic shit. The Owls are ready to sleazily move themselves into a level of rock music that only The Hives have really achieved, namely high-energy ballads that make you want to stroll through a manor and box with Daniel Day-Lewis. ‘Krakow’ is the sort of long, strung-out thing that blows minds with the energy of Krakatoa.

The Ninjas-Kill ‘Em All

Look, a chord for chord replication of Metallica’s masterpiece would’ve been nice, but this Velociraptor-ish single fromThe Ninja’s is a radio-ready, rock track that cuts the bullshit to make way for the solo’s. Big, heavy chorus, drooling Cribs-like guitar-Noel Gallagher, Julian Casbalancas and Johnny Marr would be probably be all over this band. Keep up these kinds of smash singles, and I can see The Ninjas supporting The Strokes all around the world.

Album Review: The Sinking Teeth-White Water EP

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DO YOU LIKE REFUSED!?! Well, because I’m getting cramps in my fingers from holding down the shift key, and also because I’d rather talk about The Sinking Teeth, who sound like Refused, but are not Refused, I will now make a seamless transition into the album review….

…The Sinking Teeth are a Melbourne based punk/post-hardcore band with roots in old school emo (think more Dischord/Rites of Spring, rather than My Chemical Romance). However, they also carry a bit of that underground post-hardcore with them, in a similar vein to greats like Home Town Hero, Thrice, Balance & Composure, or Shmunks For You. Let it be known, that these are all awesome points of reference. If you’re a band that likes to scream into the mic and thrash the guitar, you can’t really go wrong with those sorts of band being picked up in your sound.

NOW! Onto the main attraction! ‘White Water’ is The Sinking Teeth’s debut EP, and for it to sound as good, if not better than a Polar Bear Club record (one of the best post-hardcore bands, ever), well that’s a fucking accomplishment and a half. Sure, the opener ‘The Sexy Mates’ leaves a little to be desired, but the rest of the EP is absolutely fucking killer, shredding hearts and minds alike with strong songwriting and riffs that pulverise the senses.

‘Dead Breeze’ is like a lost The Used track, only its not completely shit. In fact, its the opposite, as The Sinking Teeth provide a juicy and succulent track that goes all Alien at a couple points, sturdy shouting bursting forth from the unsuspecting chests of the band. After a shredder of a track, the EP moves into ‘Tongues’, a brooding, broiling track that ebbs away like fiery coals ready to cook the shit out of your music-loving brain. Remember those badass tunes that Chevelle used to throw out that would consistently push into the barrier of your brain, swelling but never reaching bursting point, and in effect, causing your eyes to pop out of your brain in anticipation and lust? Well, that’s basically the effect of ‘Tongues’.

Once your eyeballs have receded back into their respective parapets, get ready to get sweaty, as all hell breaks loose on ‘White Water’. As the title would suggest, this song is riding on the rapids of a bass line with more anarchy than Kenny Loggins’ ‘Danger Zone’ x 10000. That’s right, the filth and fury that is spat out in every aspect of this song is wretched and beautiful, and once it hits the chorus…well, let’s just say that this song is more pre-disposed to awesome circle pits than your average Alexisonfire anthem. Once the haze and viciousness has cleared, its onto ‘Temporary Living’, a song that continues the theme of badass and (dare I say it) catchy choruses that will blow up in your head all day long.

To conclude, The Sinking Teeth have put out a bombastic effort to say the least, something that definitely rises to the higher ranks of their scene. It would not be surprising in the slightest to see this three piece go onto much bigger things.

If you’re keen to ‘sink your teeth’ (god, I am GOOD) into more of The Sinking Teeth, then you can head to their Triple J Unearthed Page, and grab ‘Temporary Living’ for free.

Also, I caught about half of these guys’ set when they were playing support for Calling All Cars in Sydney the other night, and they put on a hell of a live show, taking the already visceral nature of their songs, and transforming them to ear-shattering masterpieces. They are a must see live band. Now, although there aren’t any dates right now, considering the EP was just released, it doesn’t take Sherlock to figure out that these guys will be playing a pub near you soon, and that you should definitely be there.