Video: Regurgitator-Sine Wave

The twisted, fucked-up minds of Regurgitator have come out to play in the most twisted, fucked-up way possible. Watching this video is like taking a stroll through the Museum of Twisted and Fucked-Up Things. ‘Sine Wave’ is a damn good (not the best, but damn good) track from The ‘Gurge’s most recent album ‘Dirty Pop Fantasy’. However, the video is very entertaining, displaying a pastiche of weird shit guaranteed to trip you out, one way or another (No Blondie reference intended). Dinosaurs, eyeballs and bears oh my! Yeah, this video is all kinds of awesome.


Top 10 Artists of All Time-1 Year Celebration Fuck Yeah

I am finally getting around to finishing off this final mammoth of an article in celebration of my 1 year Anniversary with Soundly Sounds. Although it started off in my mind as a good idea to do 3 articles about my favourite albums, songs and artists, it has risen to a point in which I would rather let a scorpion pillage me for sexual pleasure than write another behemoth of these. But regardless, I’m fucking doing this shit anyway. Because otherwise Clancy ‘I-thought-you-were-a-journalist’ McDouchebag would rear his ugly head from the proverbial woodwork, like that alien that tries to eat the Millennium Falcon on that crater, in Star Wars Episode IV: Revenge of the Sith. Fuck that’s such a great movie. You know what else is great? All these bands. Fuckin all these bands are worthy of the highest acclaim acknowledgeable from myself. I have selected these particular artists very carefully, not just because they’re amazing, or had a particularly excellent album. No, these artists have consistently pumped out tunes for your earholes that you can molest at your won pleasure. These are bands that give you a boner whenever you hear they are releasing something new, already frothing over how good it will inevitably be. These bands are no rookies to the music scene, these guys are the fucking music scene.

Honourable Mentions go to Nirvana, Primal Scream, Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention, The Ramones, Helmet, Guided By Voices, Arctic Monkeys, Fugazi, Weezer, Violent Femmes, The Jesus & Mary Chain, Joy Division/New Order, Beat Happening, The Stooges, The Drones, Nick Cave (in all incarnations), Girls, Melvins, Jay Reatard, Queens of the Stone Age, Animal Collective, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sonic Youth, Husker Du,  The Hives,  The Clash, Eddy Current Suppression Ring,  The White Stripes, The Strokes, The UV Race, The Gun Club, Holy Fuck, Modest Mouse, Times New Viking, The Gun Club, The Black Keys, Interpol, Beach House, The Black Angels, Black Sabbath, Cloud Nothings, The Replacements, Blur, Kurt Vile, Radio Birdman,The Bronx Black Flag, Beck, Crystal Castles, The Killers, The Scientists, A Place to Bury Strangers, Bad Religion, Smashing Pumpkins, Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

10. Beastie Boys-What is not to love about the Beastie Boys? Their work revolutionised hip-hop, giving it an edge that would remain solely unto them until the likes of gangsta rap. They were funny, they were self-depracting and they loved attention. On top of this, they added an almost unheard development to the musical element of hip-hop and immersed themselves in samples. Beastie Boys were always forward thinking and progressive, from the start of 1986’s legendary ‘License to Ill’ to 2011’s ‘Hot Sauce Committee Part Two’. R.I.P MCA

9. Thee Oh Sees-Thee Oh Sees can lay claim to being the most diverse and consistently interesting pysch group of the modern age. While other bands, such as the usually excellent Tame Impala and POND might nod off towards the middle of their albums, Thee Oh Sees will always, and I mean always, push through the fog and produce something mind-blowing. A look at any of their albums will explode all pretences of ‘boring’ psychedelic music. There is nothing pretty about Thee Oh Sees: they’re a dirty, drug-ridden, shit-stained band through and through, and yet their presentation is amicable. Thee Oh Sees records will be forever renowned in my collection as being the shit I’ll pull out when someone wants to hear ‘something cool’.

8. Regurgitator- The might fuckin’ ‘Gurge! Legendary Australian bands have come and gone throughout my constant perusing of music. Midnight Oil, The Saints, and Spiderbait have all had their spot in the Ryan sunshine. However, Regurgitator have always stayed there, and I lay that claim to their intense ambition of always coming up with something different. The first three albums, ‘Tu-Plang’, ‘Unit’ and ‘Art…’ are pure genius, and remain engaging artifacts of 90’s alt-rock, something Stone Temple Pilots and Bush can’t lay claim to. Although they might have dipped out in the mid-2000’s, their push back to ambitious and awesome music with 2011’s ‘SuperHappyFuntimesFriends’ cements their place as one of my favourite bands of all time. Seeing and meeting the band at the recent Groovin’ the Moo festival was a dream come true.

7. The Cramps- The awkward mushing together of swampy rock, gore-tinged horror, gothic appearance and 60’s rockabilly should never have made it past the planning stage. But that’s where The Cramps come in. With Lex Interior, their fearless leader, The Cramps led an army of crazy, wide-eyed and abused albums for over 30 years. Each effort The Cramps have put out remains a creepy, black hole of mucus and awesome, every second track becoming your favourite Cramps track. Heroin-riddled and rattling with self-oblivion, The Cramps are a band that should never have existed, but thank fuck they did. Imagine a world with no ‘Human Fly’, ‘Bikini Girls With Machine Guns’, ‘Goo Goo Muck‘ or “Can’t Find My Mind’? What would anyone do?

6. Gorillaz- Everyone likes Gorillaz, but they haven’t listened to them in a long time. Fucking chuck on any of the first three albums (I like to think the 4th one doesn’t really count) and prepare to engage in a long, warped drive through Damon Albarn’s menal pysche. So many influences are drawn upon, into what is essentially a hip-hop project, that what comes through is an amazing pool of musical prowess, like some ‘Tree of Life’ shit. Put on the self-titled, ‘Demon Days’ or ‘Plastic Beach’ albums and remind yourself what it’s like to listen to really, really solid music with no faults.

5. The Black Lips- Flower punks, rock n roll musketeers, troublemakin’ no-gooders with guitars; call The Black Lips what you like, the only conclusion that you’re likely to draw upon is amazing. Although they don’t really provide a virtuosity to their music like the rest of the artists on this list, The Black Lips provide a generic service with unique results. They bang out more or less the same album each time, and yet, you can only feel like it’s the greatest thing you’ve ever listened to. Couple that with the fact that The Black Lips are amongst the best live bands in the world (seriously, these dudes are fucking loose). ‘Bad Kids’, ‘O Katrina!’, ‘Boomerang’, and ‘Elijah’ are just a few of the countless simple delicacies The Black Lips offer that make the world a better place.

4. Ty Segall- Ty Segall is The Who of our generation, the man does not stop making music. In 2012, he came out with three (3!) seperate albums from various projects, all of which were some of the best stuff to come out last year. This year, he’s coming out with another solo album, an album with his band Fuzz, and I believe he’s involved with Sic Alps again, but I’m not 100% sure. Regardless, the man makes fucking loose as music to get loose as to. It’s rock n roll the way it was meant to be played, obnoxiously loud, dreadfully immature, and insanely captivating. Ty Segall is the artist all garage rockers should aspire to be, not in sound, or looks, but just general being. He’s the greatest musician right now, hands down, bar none.

3. Pixies-The Pixies took the world by storm every time they released an album, and with good reason. The Pixies have more good songs than Pitbull has shitty lyrics and the STD’s of any random celebrity train wreck of the moment (think Paris Hilton, Nicki Minaj, Lindsay Lohan etc.) . They never released a bad album, and always maintained a furiously unique energy to every song they laid down. The four albums that the Pixies released will forever be remembered as some of my favourite albums. Any song in their catalogue, from ‘Debaser’, ‘Nimrod’s Son’, and ‘U-Mass’ to ‘Dig For Fire’, ‘Where is My Mind?’ and the unforgettable ‘Hey’ is always an instant hit for me. There is nothing better in the world than a Pixies song.

2. Radiohead- Although, I, like everyone else, was introduced to Radiohead through ‘Creep’, it was the latter albums like ‘The Bends’, ‘OK Computer’, ‘In Rainbows’ and ‘Kid A’ that resonated with me. Not to sound too obvious, but these are flawless, perfect albums, capable of bringing a grown man to tears (guilty), inciting massive sing alongs that envy ‘Wonderwall’ by Oasis, and in rare cases, impregnating random women that happen to hear ‘Paranoid Android’, ‘Everything in its Right Place’ or ‘Fake Plastic Trees’. There are too many Radiohead songs to mention about how amazing they are as a band. But yeah, they are my 2nd favourite band of all time.

1. The Flaming Lips-My favourite band of all time, through sheer musical prowess and venture goes to The Flaming Lips. Although not everything they’ve put out has been excellent (i.e collaborations with Ke$ha), the astounding amount of amazing material, and bravery that accompanies their sonic shifts in musical trajection puts them above any other artist in my opinion. From hard-rockers, to psychedelic, to full blown orchestral orgies of sound, The Flaming Lips have done it all, and done it better than anyone else. And blowing minds isn’t the only thing Wayne Coyne and Co. kill at; when they slow it down, the results are scandalous. Think “Race for the Prize’, ‘Waitin’ For Superman’, ‘Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Part 1’ and of course, the inescapable ‘Do You Realize??‘. But the main forte with which The Flaming Lips kick sonic arse is when they wield the ultimate sword of psychedelica (literally the nerdiest thing I’ve ever written). When you’ve got the lush mind-melting audio-acid trip landmark albums like ‘Transmissions from the Satellite Heart’, ‘Telepathic Surgery’, ‘Clouds Taste Metallic’ or ‘Hit to the Death in the Future Head’, no one can doubt your position as the greatest band of all time. I fucking love this band.

Mothers Day Playlist

It’s fookin’ Mothers Day, so go celebrate the woman that brought you into this world with some dodgy music compiled by a dodgy guy on the internet, that probably won’t apply to your mum. Except for ‘Sweet Disposition’. Every mum on the planet loves that song.

1. The Rolling Stones-Honky Tonk Woman

2. Led Zeppelin-Whole Lotta Love

3. Wolfmother-Woman

4. Guided By Voices-Smothered in Hugs

5. Jimi Hendrix-Foxy Lady

6. Major Leagues-Teen Mums

7. Danzig-Mother

8. Cults-Most Wanted

9. The War on Drugs-Baby Missiles 

10. David Bowie-Lady Stardust

11. Urge Overkill-Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon (Neil Diamond Cover)

12. Teen Mom-I Wanna Go Out

13. The Temper Trap- Sweet Disposition

14. ABBA-Dancing Queen

15. Blondie-Call Me (if you’re not with her, call ya mum)

16. Bloc Party-Sunday

17. Blitzen Trapper-Lady on the Water

18. Regurgitator-Punk Mum

19. The Gun Club-Mother of Earth

20. King Tuff-Swamp of Love

Gig Review: Groovin’ the Moo, Maitland

Why the fuck would a city slicker, who thrives off polluted air and skyscrapers, want to spend a day in the country? Why on earth would I want to go to Maitland? Because of the opening day of the famous regional festival Groovin the Moo, that’s fucking why. It featured some standout sets, some surprising energy and a massive disappointment….ooo, suspense.

After a 2 and a half hour bus ride up to Maitland, population 69, 646, I needed some live music to rest my grumpiness. Luckily, first up for the day was Sydney’s own Fishing. As usual, the offered up a delicacy of live soft electro, like the Aussie SBTRKT, but less serious. The two kids on stage were bopping like Tweedledee and Tweedledum on stage, offering the surprisingly big crowd (for that early a set) a great soothing start to the festival. Some of the highlights, were ‘Choy Lin’ and ‘OOOO’, however, the whole set was a mix of earthy electro goodness, not too intimidating, but not too lowly and boring either.

Following Fishing, was Tuka and Ellesquire, of which I sat through about a minute before faced with the decision to either throw up or leave. So I took my ass to the Udder Stage, where Triple J favourites Last Dinosaurs were about to start their set. After an excellent EP and last year’s ‘In A Million Years’, the band had garnered quite an audience, with frontman Sean Caskey doting ‘it was the biggest audience they’d played since…ever!’. Alas, that quote was perhaps the most excited the band came throughout the entire set. They were stiff and neurotic, the audience lapping up the music with puppy dog excitement, moreover from their Triple J airplay recognition rather than any effort on stage from the band. They were about as exciting as watching someone grate cheese, and their songs lacked emotion and fervour. For an indie-pop band, they were devoid of any pop-ness. In comparison, Hungry Kids of Hungary were a festival highlight. They played rather the exact same sort of music as Last Dinosaurs, and were Triple J favourites, but played it with the expansive joy and energy that their genre warranted. Their set was a tambourine-clad mushy love pit, like a jungle party. It would be fair to say that recent single ‘Sharp Shooter’,  or old favourites ‘Scattered Diamonds’ and ‘Coming Around’ were more indulgent and exciting individually than Last Dinosaurs entire set. Hungry Kids played fantastically, and there wasn’t a fault in their set, definite crowd pleasers. Even when two overt fans climbed one of the supports in the Moolin Rouge tent, and the band were forced to stop their set until they got down, not a moment of pleasure was wasted.

After Hungry Kids of Hungary finished their stellar set, I pushed my way to the front for my personal standout band on the lineup, hardcore punk kings The Bronx. That show involved a lot of firsts for me. I’ve never split (not to be confused with shit) my pants at a show before. I’ve never caressed a lead singers bald, sweaty head with my open palm before. And I’ve never sounded like a 60 year old smoker after a gig before. In other words, it was a fantastically violent gig. Everything about The Bronx is no-bullshit, from the way lead man Matt Caughthran stomped around stage, and his terrifying screams. They blasted through a set of crowd favourites, storming each with a ferocity that is incomparable. ‘Shitty Future’, ‘Knifeman’ and recent hit ‘Ribcage’ were all blasts of pure energy, blowing minds and necks with their headbanging goodness. ‘White Guilt’ was the only point in the set in which things weren’t pushed to the absolute maximum, and that’s because it’s a ‘slow song’, the closest The Bronx have ever come to making a ballad. Finally, ‘Heart Attack American’ was a whole other story, unleashing a hellish nightmare fury that hadn’t been seen since Black Flag fucked shit up in ’81. It was pants splittingly good. Like the bread  sandwiching the beef on a really good burger, DZ Deathrays DJ’d 90’s alternative rock hits side of stage before and after The Bronx’s set, featuring songs from greats like Refused and The Offspring (before they got shit), and not one, but two, Beastie Boys tracks! They also spun a remix of their awesome track ‘Cops Capacity’. Clad in 80’s mullets and sleeveless shirts, the DZ boys were the picture of perfection, and you could see they loved it. Good stuff DZ!

Next up was indie wonders Alpine. Like Last Dinosaurs, they had only released an EP and last years ‘A is for Alpine’, and graced the same left hand side of the Udder Stage, however they kicked absolute ass. They twirled through delicate pieces of masterful pieces of indie, placing slightly more on the folkie side, but still maintaining exuberance and a bold form. ‘Gasoline‘ had the crowd enchanted, and ‘Hands’ was a class act of chanting goddesses, executed by lead singer Phoebe Baker. It was a fantastic set of twinkling delight, Alpine have cemented themselves as masters of live indie music, a genre that is harder to pull off in a live setting than pants when you’re drunk. Definitely recommend getting their EP and LP, both are beautiful and stunning. Next, were Scottish lads Frightened Rabbit, and although they didn’t play to an enormous crowd, they played damn well. Unfortunately, their sound cut off for a few moments twice, but the band persevered and showed to be a well worn. ‘Old Old Fashioned’ is a nice little, Mumford and Sons country crooner, and ‘Swim Until You Can’t See Land’ can only be described as gorgeous. It was an absolute joy to see this band in action, and I only wish I could have been front and centre for the set closer of ‘The Loneliness’. What a bunch of perfect gentlemen. Alas, I had to keep my front row spot for Regurgitator. The Mighty ‘Gurge absolutely killed, with a best -of set spanning their entire career. From the soaring heights of game changing debut ‘Tu-Plang’ and sophomore ‘Unit’, to the highly underrated ‘…Art’, the unashamed rap-rock of their 2000’s mainstay, and finally their latest album and return to form of ‘SuperHappyFuntimesFriends’. You want ‘Bong in My Eye’? No worries. ‘I Wanna Be A Nudist’? ‘I Will Like Your Arsehole’? No dramas. How about the 30 second Bill-Paxton fury ode of ‘Game Over Dude’? Sure. All this was peppered with their biggest self deprecating singles, like ‘Black Bugs’, ‘Kong Foo Sing’, ‘Fat Cop’ (hilariously introduced by ‘Ladies and Gentleman, Val Kilmer’ followed by slow motion shots of Val Kilmer getting shot and Al Pacino running, from ‘Heat’), ‘Blubber Boy’, ‘Polyster Girl’ and of course, ‘! (The Song Formerly Known As) (which was done with live instrumentation, rather than the electronica on the album). Although Regurgitator where almost the perfect live band, energetic, thrilling and electrifying, screaming every lyric into the audience’s face, the front row didn’t seem to be as into it as the small clan of followers in the mosh. It was disappointing that such a great and fundamental Australian band like Regurgitator could only pry such a small following. Imagine if the same thing happened to The Scientists. Fucking blasphemy. ‘All Fake Everything‘ should be this country’s fucking national anthem.

Anyway, the next band I watched was Tame Impala. Their fame is a double edged sword. On one hand, it’s great that such a fantastic band, that have rekindled psych music is getting recognised the world over. However, as GTM proved, their music is perhaps not suited to the absolutely enormous crowd that flocked to see them. I feel sorry for Midnight Juggernauts, who played at the same time as Tame. It seemed as if the whole festival was packed in to see Tame Impala rock out. Regardless of the squished atmosphere, Tame Impala blew off everyone’s chops. It was a great, smooth show. Not as great as their past Enmore shows, but it certainly had vibrancy and seemed fuller and compact, in a good way. ‘Apocalypse Dreams’, ‘Solitude is Bliss’ and ‘Elephant’ were all balls out amazing, masterpieces of the highest class, and sent the crowd into a dancing frenzy. It was a pleasure to be able to experience their live show. Even if Kevin Parker’s voice wasn’t up to it, his ‘impromptu’ idea of getting the crowd to sing the over-the-top falsetto of ‘It Feels Like We Only Go Backwards’ was blissful. And of course, it wouldn’t be a Tame concert without ‘Half Full Glass of Wine’ as the closer. Everyone in attendance (quite a few had jumped ship to get a better seat at Flume)  where stunned by the obviously amazing jam that has made it’s way as a stable of the Tame Impala set. Extending for a good 10 or so minutes, it was shorter but seemed just as full as when they played it at the Enmore. Very great stuff.

Likewise to Tame Impala, Flume was the other act on everyone’s to see list. Tegan and Sara must’ve played to an audience of about ten people. The entire enormous Moolin Rouge tent was completely packed out, and people were easily spilling out into the grass section at the back of the tent. Armed with his armada of tunes from his self-titled debut and his new, very impressive live show, Flume shocked and awed for the better half of an hour. He skilfully swam through a whole shit load of tunes, blowing minds throughout. I can’t imagine what it would have been like in the sweaty mosh of that tent, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the back end, with room to dance (if it could be called that) and express yaself (ya ya Diplo, muthafuckas). Although the Laneway show was more intimate, and I probably enjoyed it more, the GTM show was still fantastic, and everything that his sound relied on, from the subtle but extensive bass, and his warping, spaced out synths, everything was awesome. ‘Insane’, ‘On Top’, and ‘Holdin On’ were all bombastic talents in his near flawless and well received show.

Now, for the next band, I need to clarify something. I fucking hate The Kooks. I hate them. They are awful. Everything they put down on record is disgraceful. I would rather chew off a finger than listen to a whole Kooks record. That being said…great live band. Damn good. They had the crowd in the palms of their hand, and Luke Pritchard was, dare I say it, a rock god. They played the show in tiny Maitland, rural NSW as if it were a stadium, flashing lights and mesmerising backgrounds a backdrop for their relentless energy. Last Dinosaurs could take a few tips from The Kooks. Although their music is da-da-da-derivative as hell (‘Always Where I Need to Be’), The Kooks were a fun band to see, no use lying about it. They played their set well, and set highlights like ‘Seaside’ and ‘Sway’ were sung back to the band by the crowd with overwhelming enthusiams. No wonder they keep coming back to Australia, they have rabid fucking fans, and the destroyed it up there.

To close out the night were Australian favourites The Temper Trap, and by fuck, they were a rapturous bunch. Again, not being a huge fan, and thinking of their music as a little bit ‘soppy’, I didn’t know what to expect. I was completely taken aback, as my neighbours will attest to, with my constant exclamations of ‘fuck man, this is good shit’, and ‘fuck, this is a great band’. Starting the set with the four most well known songs ‘Love Lost‘, ‘Fader’, ‘This Isn’t Happiness’ and ‘Rabbit Hole’ they sealed the crowd, but I was left wondering if they could keep the momentum. The sure fucking could, and followed with some lesser-known but equally boggling tracks, and ‘Science of Fear’. Soulful, endearing and permeated, they were a holy other being, elevating themselves to something godly. Their records are quite amazing bodies of work, but the live show takes it to another level, something I didn’t think would translate at all. They also proved their instrumental chops, busting out a psychedelic 15 minute jam, with Dougy Mandagi, the lead vocalist and guitarist, absolutely smashing the shit out a tom tom, whilst bassist Jonathane Aherne pirouetted on stage, probably oblivious to the fact he was playing to a crowd. It was a mesmerising and electrifying performance, complete with dazzling lights and blinding displays. The Temper Trap proved that they are one of Australia’s favourite bands and exports, with a deafening finisher of everyone favourite breakup anthem ‘Sweet Disposition’. God bless them.

This has been over two thousand words, and still has barely covered the sights, sounds and glory of Groovin The Moo. It was a great festival, jam packed with local favourites and international acts that would otherwise never tour the rural district. In summary: The Bronx and Regurgitator rocked, Tame Impala and Flume continue their streak, Hungry Kids of Hungary, The Kooks and Temper Trap pleasantly surprised and Last Dinosaurs need to get their shit together.

Groovin’ The Moo Playlist

What y’all muthafucka’s know bout cows!? Crack open a VB and hit up the ute and some birds, it’s gunna be a fuckin’ Straya sorta day tumura. That’s what I expect myself to say at tomorrow’s Groovin the Moo festival in Maitland. Long live bogans, and their tendencies towards fearless stupidity and inbreeding! As well as GTM’s fantastic taste in festival lineups.

1. Flume- Holdin’ On

2. The Bronx- Heart Attack American

3. Tame Impala- Alter Ego

4. Seth Sentry- Dear Science

5. The Kooks- Ooh La

6. DZ Deathrays- No Sleep

7. Fishing- Choy Lin

8. Alpine- Gasoline

9. Frightened Rabbit- Swim Until You Can’t See Land

10. Last Dinosaurs- Zoom

11. Hungry Kids of Hungary- Sharp Shooter

12. Midnight Juggernauts- Into the Galaxy

13. Regurgitator- All Fake Everything

14. The Temper Trap- Is This Happiness?

15. They Might Be Giants- Istanbul (Not Constantinople) 

16. Urthboy- Knee Length Socks

17. Tegan and Sara- Closer

18. Yolanda Be Cool- We No Speak Americano (I will definetely not be seeing these people)

19. Yacht- Le Goudron

20. Matt and Kim- Daylight