Top 10 Bands of Laneway Festival 2016

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Laneway Festival just announced their lineup for 2016, and fuck me, I’ve shit the bed…twice. Whilst I clean the sheets, old mate WordPress came calling, and now you’ve got a list, ANOTHER BLOODY LIST, telling YOU who to go and begrudgingly see after you inevitably figure out that those caps you bought off the lad in Camperdown Park are duds.

10. Violent Soho

It seems real weird that Violent Soho were booked for Laneway Festival. The festival has always prided itself on booking acts either on the cusp of popularity, or who have only recently tasted that sweet, sweet music career success. Violent Soho easily sell out some of the biggest venues in the country, and already played the festival in 2011. It’s not really a complaint, as the band always put on a hell of a show, but it begs the question as to why the festival didn’t book someone more emerging as opposed to a band so established? Still, if ya feel like showering in other people’s sweat (read: my sweat) in a mosh, your best bet is to head to wherever Soho are playing.

9. Silicon

Kody Nielsen’s got a resume worth having a gag over: The Mint Chicks, Opossum, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, and now Silicon. Old mate’s been signed to Domino Records (via Weird World), home to Sebadoh, Jon Hopkins and Dan Deacon. He’s got a record coming out which features the bloody tops “Burning Sugar”, and in a few weeks he’s going to be touring with Tame Impala Only one of those achievements is boring.

8. Majical Cloudz

Jesus Christ, Majical Cloudz are pretty good at making you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing with your life. The voice of Devon Welsh is like a mixture of your parents’ telling you that they’re disappointed in you and being left at the altar. There’s a whole lot of pain there, and it’s shaping up to be that watching Majical Cloudz in the flesh is going to feel like Frosty the Snowman is reaching into our chest cavities and strangling our hearts.

7. HEALTH

These guys are fucked, in the best way possible. Think of the danceable noise of Holy Fuck, but trodden with paranoia and an addiction to unpredictability. Their ‘Get Colour’ record is an incredible experience that, if listened to correctly, should blow out your ear drums. Their new record ‘Death Magic’ is equally visceral, a dark, violent affair well-worth your time. Allegedly, HEALTH’s live shows are surreal events that warrant ear plugs and a clean smock.

6. Thundercat

Look, I’ll be honest, my heart fluttered for a second when I thought that the cult 80’s kids cartoon I watched re-runs of when my parents were asleep was going to make a live-action comeback. I would bite the dick off a gargoyle if that opportunity presented itself. Unfortunately, we’ll have to settle for the other Thundercat, a Flying Lotus collaborator, bass god and master of neo-soul who will make us all want to be better people. #realtalk though, how sick would it be to abuse a pimply kid in a Snarf costume between craft beers and Grimes?

5. The Goon Sax

Let’s be real: it was definitely my article on the best bands of BIGSOUND that got this one over the line. You can be one of the best emerging acts to put jangle-pop on its head, you can pull off an incredibly heartfelt and original set in a packed out bar in Brisbane, and you can warrant a whole lot of tongue wagging with the announcement that you’re joining Chapter Music off the back of a few demos. But you can’t underestimate the power of #localblogs.

In all seriousness, it’ll be interesting to see how The Goon Sax pull off a set at a festival like Laneway. In a pub, they’re on home turf, playing to small, packed crowds of people that adore the music they make; their charm arises from their faults and humbleness displayed on the homely  pub stage. Who knows what might go down in front of gum-chewing punters hanging for Hudson Mohawke. Fingers crossed the rest of Australia gets to see the magic that I saw at Ric’s a few weeks back.

4. METZ

Their second album was a bit of an uneven affair, lacking the succinct and determined power of their debut, but there’s little doubt that METZ have lost the strength of their live show. Their show at GoodGod two years ago remains one of my favourites, and not just because they were joined by TV Colours and Batpiss. There’s an ungodly amount of bite in METZ’s music which is hurled at anyone within a fortunate distance. The Laneway organisers should put these guys and HEALTH together and ensure that NOBODY CAN HEAR ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!

3. Vince Staples

Rap is not my strong game. Shit, it’s not even my game. I don’t know the rules, I don’t own the proper paraphernalia, and sometimes I get scared when I listen to an N.W.A song. But Vince Staples swooped in and plastered his ‘Summertime ’06’ record everywhere, and shit, I ain’t even mad. This album is thrilling, a thuggish, brutal hip-hop record that floats between expert production and terrifying lyrics. Live, his exuberance and savagery will produce gulps of fear in the squares of Australia.

2. Blank Realm

The Australian contingent is pretty solid this year, relying less on proven success stories of yore (e.g Dune Rats and Courtney Barnett last year) and more on instinct and intuition. It explains why artists like Ali Barter and High Tension found their way on the lineup. But Blank Realm!?? I assumed this band was doomed to a fate of being adored after their time, like fellow Brisbanites The Saints. But Laneway have made the right choice and picked up the best band in Australia for performance duties. Good. Fucking. Option. Mates.

Seriously, the shunning of mainstream popularity for Blank Realm is criminal. How many masterpieces have you got to release before the floodgates of mass devotion open? The answer is three. Blank Realm have three masterpieces. They just released their latest opus, and fuck me, if you still haven’t checked it out, then do yourself a favour and press repeat until your fingers bleed.

1. SPOD (TBA)

Some dickhead graphic designer completely forgot to put SPOD’s name on the lineup again! Jesus Christ! Two years in a row! That’s a stab in the back, isn’t it! Maybe the contracts still have yet to go through, but c’mon! Pull yourself together! He’s a national icon!

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Gig Review: Violent Soho

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Thursday 10th July @ Manning Bar

Me and my best mate arrive at Manning Bar around the time Totally Unicorn’s frontman Drew Gardner is being wheeled around the GA area in a bin, screaming into a microphone. Emblazoned across his chest is the scrawled order to ‘PARTY!’ and besides that, his luscious beard, and a pair of tie-die undies, he’s wearing fuck-all else. The set is made up of indistinct howls, and some of the most guttural metal to adorn the planet. Seriously, in a world populated with shit like I Killed the Prom Queen and In Hearts Wake, its good to have a real fucking metal band that care more about having a good time than squeaky-clean vocals about slitting wrists. Although there weren’t nearly enough people that a band as good as they deserved, Totally Unicorn still fucking killed their set.  Bring on that shirtless brutality boys, I’ll party with ya!

The Smith Street Band graced the stage next, and I do mean ‘graced’. They don’t quite have the stage presence of most punk bands, mostly relying on Wil Wagner’s lyrics and guitar to reel in the audience. Whilst that works when you’re alone in your room on a Saturday night, when the context is a sold-out Manning Bar, and you’re being crushed into a barrier, listening closely to lyrics isn’t quite the Number 1 priority.

Don’t get me wrong, the Smith Street Band had their moments. Their first three tracks were pop-punk done right: ‘Sunshine & Technology, ‘Don’t Fuck With Our Dreams’ and ‘Ducks Fly Together’ are all great songs, and had the crowd losing their voices in an effort to shout back at them. But that energy and enthusiasm was lacking until ‘Sigourney Weaver’ propped itself up again, and until the incinerating ‘…Don’t you ever fucking touch me!’ rang out, the crowd seemed happy to just mill around and watch Wil Wagner and co do their thing.

No such problem was had with Violent Soho. They walk on, crowd goes fucking ballistic, ensuing chaos continues for a solid hour, band walks off to bloodthirsty cries for more. Shit, before Soho even walked on, the sounds of Rage’s ‘Killing in the Name’ caused  a goddamn circle-pit.

‘Love Is A Heavy Word’ is the first track from Soho, and the first track of many to turn the pit of Manning Bar into something that more closely resembles an orgy of limbs. Headbanging, sweat and bodies ziplining across the mosh became standard practice for every song, as the throttling energy of Violent Soho took hold. You think these songs have energy on record? In the live context, these things are pure beasts, audio hurling itself off stage into a crowd of adoring beings.

Its this behaviour that makes it obvious why Violent Soho are the most important rock band in Australia right now. Since roughly 2000, Australia has been mindlessly plugging away at an indie scene, with little to nothing to show for it. Sure, there was Augie March’s ‘One Crowded Hour’, and Sia has become a bonafide success story, but it was at the cost of completely turning our backs on what Australia’s musical identity was built upon. Once The Vines imploded and started releasing shitty albums, the only good place to find decent rock music was in underground venues that had incredibly local audiences.

Violent Soho changed all that with the release of ‘Hungry Ghost’. Although their self-titled had much of the same hysteria and controlled chaos that its successor contained, it came at a point where music fans wanted the next Yves Klein Blue single than something that busted balls as hard as ‘Jesus Stole My Girlfriend’.

But after the release of ‘Hungry Ghost’, and the battle cry of ‘HELL FUCK YEAH!’, Australia was finally united in a couple rock blokes that we could trust. Not since Cosmic Psychos glory days had their existed a unifying underdog rock band, with amazing songs that you could scream and cry to. Violent Soho are that band, and the success they’ve had following that album (14 date capital city sell out tour, ‘Hungry Ghost’ hasn’t fallen out of the charts since release, #14 in Triple J Hottest 100) is proof that Australia is ready for Violent Soho to represent the rock flag for the country.

After 60 minutes of heart-attack inducing rock music, from ‘Neighbour Neighbour’ to ‘Lowbrow’, from ‘Dope Calypso’ to ‘Eightfold’, Violent Soho have cemented their place as Australia’s rock identity. Throw in an absolutely brutal double punch of ‘Covered In Chrome’, with its throat tearing mantra of ‘HELL FUCK YEAH!’ and the speed demon that is ‘In The Aisle’, and you’ve got a scene bordering on mass hysteria.

Violent Soho leave the stage. Sadness ensues. Australia’s best rock band are gone, and they’re never coming back (until tomorrow night, when they play another sold out show). But that was one hell of a fucking concert. Violent Soho, man. Violent fucking Soho…

Video: Violent Soho-Saramona Said

Damn, Violent Soho have been releasing the best videos for their recent album! First there was the heartfelt naked man on ‘In The Aisle’, some wistful fence climbing on ‘Dope Calypso’, and Dune Rats and DZ Deathrays reliving some pivotal moments in their lives (over drinking and wearing I ❤ Weed T-shirts) in 'Covered In Chrome'.

Now, 'Saramona Said' has gotten the video treatment, and it's not less stunning. Starts out with some mates in a car, followed by more mates. Chuck in a beer bong, a few thousand rowdy kids and an explosive performance by Violent Soho, backed by one of the best songs of 2013, and you've got orgasmic audio-visual entertainment.

Top 10 Australian Albums of 2013

Whoomp, there it is! Or, to be more grammatically correct, here it is. Because, y’know, you’re reading this off some sort of screen, which is on front of you, and not somewhere else, which is what the preposition of there implies.

Look, I was trying to make a reference to Tag Team’s 1993 smash hit, and smoothly initiate an article about the best Australian albums of 2013, but it failed in a brutal showing of grammatical error. Anyway, as I clumsily try to regain my poise, let me say that 2013 has been a killer year for Australian records. On the International scene, there haven’t been absolutely tonnes of records that have held people’s gaze for the full year, but in Aussie-land, home of snuggies and the ‘ocker’ stereotype, there have been leaps and bounds in every genre available. Its cruel to pick just ten, but here we are, in a state of despair. Woe is I, for we art doomed to live in a state of existential pit of despair wrought by picking just ten albums for lists. Please….empathise.

Super Dooper Special (as in all tied Equal 11th) mentions go to Scott & Charlene’s Wedding, The Ocean Party, Day Ravies, Unity Floors, and Ooga Boogas.

Special Mentions go to Clowns, Amateur Drunks, Standish/Carlyon, Pikelet, The Living Eyes, Golden Blonde, Ausmuteants, The Drones and The Native Cats.

Super Duper Ultra Special Metal Album: Zeahorse-Pools

The sludge! The intensity! The gruel! Its like Jack Black once said in Tenacious D’s ‘The Metal’, ‘…you can’t kill the metal, the metal will live on’. As it does on Zeahorse’s debut record ‘Pools’. Stagnant marshes of filthy reverb and disgusting bass-lines make this a riveting listen, plunging you head first into a swirling world full of blackness and awesome sludgery.

10. Yes, I’m Leaving-Mission Bulb

Not since Fugazi has a punk band come so blindingly close to marrying the intense anti-establishment message of punk with blindingly good melodies. For Yes, I’m Leaving, a band with both an excellent name, a fantastic live show and even greater songs, its just another day making great fucking songs. Yes, I’m Leaving don’t really make a misstep on ‘Mission Bulb’, just chugging out those razor sharp punk songs like they’re a supergroup made from Patti Smith, Ian McKaye, Keith Morris, and Jello Biafra, and the old guy with a sledge hammer on the cover is replaced by Henry Rollins. Perfection!

9. Primitive Calculators-The World Is Fucked

Never have you heard something as vicious and in-your-face until you’ve witnessed the sheer terror of a Prim Calcs track. Finally, after all this time…the band have gotten around to releasing a debut studio album. Its not like Australia’s been waiting over thirty years for this thing! Thankfully, the album paid off like robbing a bank vault Die Hard 3 style, both a physical and emotional pay-off. Not for a moment do the band let up, blasting our brain cells one super charged synth-punk anthem after another.

8. Bed Wettin’ Bad Boys-Ready For Boredom

Another debut record, another awesome band name. You could say its a combination of the previous two entries, but you’d be wrong because the Bad Boys sound fuck all like the other two bands. Instead, they pick up where The Replacements left off on ‘Pleased to Meet Me’-emotionally charged everyman’s rock n roll. It belongs in a pub, three-schooners-down, with one eye on the rugby game in the corner and one eye on its uncertain future. However, if the band can keep churning out the hit factory and overall nice package that is ‘Ready For Boredom’, they should be sorted for a very long time.

7. King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard-Float Along-Fill Your Lungs

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times-King Jizz are the Darwin Evolution theory in practice. Starting out with bare-bones ramshackle rock n roll and slowly developing into the psych rock band we now see a year and a half later. However, they never lost any of the zeal and flavour they had on the ‘Willoughby’s Beach EP’ way back when, and can still manage to excite and boner-ise with their longer stuff as they can with any two minute electric shock.

6. POND-Hobo Rocket

Its a mini-album, deal with it. It was still too awesome to leave off the list. Its over-the-top glam rock, but not as you know it. If David Bowie was gobbled by some sort of psychedelic monster, and laid to waste by a plethora of Wayne Coyne clones, then you might get something as fun, frantic and off the fucking hook as ‘Hobo Rocket’. It dodges, dips, dives, ducks and dodges between all different sorts of vibes and frequencies, a restless creature if you’ve ever heard one. And boy, does it fucking sound amazing.

5. Cut Copy-Free Your Mind

‘Free Your Mind’ can’t really be defined as a return to form because Cut Copy never lost their form (go listen to ‘Zonoscope’ again, and try to feel any inkling of disappointment). Instead, ‘Free Your Mind’ continues the Cut Copy legacy, leaping and bounding into acid-house territory. The Madchester warehouse vibes are certainly there, mingling with the indie pop sensibility that Cut Copy own so hard like I own a massive Sonic Youth poster so hard. You’ll dance, you’ll think, you’ll cry and you’ll dance again, all within the confines of ‘Meet Me in a House of Love’. Isn’t Cut Copy just the greatest invention?

4. Violent Soho-Hungry Ghost

The cover-a skeleton engulfed in flames. Now that’s how you garner some fucking attention. Or, you could just stir up some of the most heart-pounding, adrenaline-inducing, mouth-watering rock songs this side of ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. Most of the songs on ‘Hungry Ghost’ are anthems, no doubt about it. Try to listen to a chorus of ‘Hell FUCK YEAH!’ without forming some sort of death circle in whatever location you happen to be in. In completely unrelated news, death by moshpits have gone up 215% in nursing homes that play Triple J. But that’s not all there is to ‘Hungry Ghost’, as the team manage to cook up a couple of heart-warming surprises throughout. More delicious than an angel made of bacon.

3. Palms-Step-Brothers

I guess the reason why Palms are such a great band is because they’re doing something that’s been done so many times before, but putting such an original stamp on it, that you can’t help but do a quintuple take. That’s right, your head will spin a minimum of five times as you try to reconsider your life without Palms in it. There’s so much to swallow when listening to ‘Step Brothers’, but not in a bad way. No, going through this, you’ll be gulping through as much musical content as possible to get all that Palm-y goodness in your spirit ASAP.

2. The Gooch Palms-Novo’s

Speaking of Palms, The Gooch Palms came in with one of the strongest musical entities of the year. However, whilst Palms channel Springsteen, Goochies are all about The Ramones. Bratty, snotty punk, farted out into the willing ears of all lucky enough to listen. However, The Gooch Palms show a surprising diversity, and with the mixture of shameless pop ballads, rain-soaked bummer ear-catchers and leather-jacket FUCK YEWWW’s, you can’t feel bored, even for a second. Rock n Roll runs in the veins of Kat and Leroy and to deny them of that would mean to say that this album doesn’t make you immediately want to strip off all your clothes, run down a highway and spread the word of the Almighty Gooch.

P.S The Gooch Palms and Palms are teaming up for a tour called Palmarama, and they’re playing Oxford Arts Factory on Friday, 28th February. Miss this and perish in a pit of regret.

1. TV Colours-Purple Skies, Toxic River

Surprise, fucking surprise. The album that I can never stop blabbering about comes in at No. 1 on my list of the top Australian records of 2013. Bias aside, if you don’t like this album, then seriously, nothing can be done for you. You are a lost cause. A total travesty of a human being. This album is perfection, a lulling, mesmerising concoction of deadly riffs, lo-fi production, cheesy synths and samples, rolled into a bundle of delights that the world has never seen before. Even though Bobby Kill took two years to make this record, it was worth every minute of waiting for this fucking masterpiece. God Bless TV Colours!

Video: Violent Soho-Covered in Chrome

There is so much to say about this video it’s hard to know where to start.

Well, there’s the fact that ‘Covered in Chrome’ is one of the best songs of the year, engaging a hyper-drive of dirty rock n roll with a chorus that will beat the shit out of you and make sure you enjoy it.

Secondly, there’s the explosive nature of the clip, the one-track following the band around what looks like a deserted but fucking mental house party that the majority of the world is pissed they didn’t get invited to.

Finally, there are the cameo’s from two of our Northern cousins best bands, enacting their stereotypes with ear-to-ear smiles. There’s Simon from DZ Deathrays replaying his infamous role in ‘The Mess Up’ video, and Danny from Dune Rats rocks a shirt that summarises the Duniess pretty well, as he lights a Hills Hoist on fire. There’s even a subtle shout-out to Violent Soho’s upcoming tour buddies Straight Arrows via a t-shirt on Luke.

Overall, it’s impossible to say where the video stops kicking ass, and starts becoming legend.

The Glees Dog xoxo Playlist

There’s a name in Sydney that most 18 year olds would know by now. Some think he’s a legend, a myth, a tale as old as time itself. Some say he fucked Julia Gillard. Others say that he once made shat out an entire packet of Skittles. There’s a rumour that says he shoved a pool queue into a turnip’s anus? Surely, none of this can be true. WELL IT FUCKING IS! Glees Dog exists, and he’s a good mate of mine. A man of exquisite music taste, and Ozzy Osbourne levels of alcohol intake, Glees Dog is a hedonistic reveller in all sin-worthy attributes. No one can resist the Glees Dog’s charm: women want him, and men want to be him. As such, on the man’s 18th birthday, a playlist must be compiled for him aka a whole bunch of well-known but energetic rock, and some dopamine underground shit. Be warned: this is the ultimate rock party playlist, and can only be played when one is on the verge of consuming massive amounts of alcohol.

1. Franz Ferdinand-Take Me Out

2. Red Hot Chilli Peppers-Give it Away

3. The Killers-Mr. Brightside

4. Screaming Females-I Don’t Mind It

5. The White Stripes-The Hardest Button to Button

6. Diarrhea Planet-Seperations

7. Japanther-Stolen Flowers

8. FIDLAR-Awkward

9. Eagulls-Moulting

10. Bad//Dreems-Hoping For

11. TV Colours-Beverly

12. ScotDrakula-Burner

13. Queens of the Stone Age-Go With the Flow

14. Violent Soho-My Generation

15. Parquet Courts-Stoned and Starving

16. Palms-Love

17. Palma Violets-Best of Friends

18. Cage the Elephant-Shake Me Down

19. Radiohead-Paranoid Android

20. Weezer-El Scorcho

September Playlist

September is here! And with it comes Spring…and my birthday. I’m gonna be fucking 18, and better yet I’ll be able to go see Fuck Buttons, live and in the flesh. I reckon I’ll kidnap one of them. Anyway, enough of my longing for abrasive electronica. This is the playlist of songs that have inserted their roots of addictiveness in my soul. From Aussie acts like Violent Soho, The Gooch Palms and Seekae, who are constantly popping up on this website, to newcomers like The Ocean Party and Clowns. There’s also heaps more electronic, production based music on this playlist, from Shigeto, to Charles Murdoch, and SBTRKT. All round, this playlist is full of diverse and amazing music that you should consider buying.

P.S The new Royal Headache song is fucking awesome.

1. Violent Soho-Dope Calypso

2. The Gooch Palms-We Get By (free download here)

3. The Ocean Party-Split

4. Shigeto- Perfect Crime

5. Hayden James-Permission to Land (Charlees Murdoch Remix) (free download)

6. Dispatj-Kuiper Belt (free download)

7. JaysWays-Mirror

8. Astronomical Bird-Feel Me Up (free download)

9. Royal Headache-Stand and Stare

10. Clowns-I’m Not Right

11. Big Ups-Goes Black (free download)

13. Amateur Drunks- My Favourite Stories

14. Lightning Bolt-Barbarian Boy

15. Joanna Gruesome-Sugarcrush

16. TV On the Radio-Mercy

17. Shinies-Taste

18. Seekae-Another

19. PIXL-Crazy feat. Nicole Millar

20. SBTRKT-Gloss

Album Review: Violent Soho-Hungry Ghost

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This. This is essential listening. This is an album of iconic proportions. This is an album that kicks every other albums ass a thousand times over. This is an album with so much goodness in it, Jenny Craig would have a fucking heart attack if she listened to it. This album is better than any sporting grand final moment all put together. This is better than Black Sabbath playing your house party, and then doing coke off your cats nipples. This is better than surfing a tsunami made of liquorice. This is better than pulling 1980’s frat house pranks. This is better than hanging out with your best friends for eternity. Okay, maybe it’s not as good as hanging out with your best friends for eternity, but its damn close.

I have been waiting for this record with baited breath like a patient awaiting an organ transplant. I fucking needed this album. I followed each little spot of progress with the keen eye of a roided out hawk. When the three singles, ‘In the Aisle’, ‘Dope Calypso’, and the most recent, ‘Covered in Chrome’, came out, I was amongst the first the froth, jizz and share the tracks. When I saw I Oh You (Violent Soho’s label-amongst the best labels in Australia) had dropped off three advanced copies at Red Eye Records, I literally sprinted to the record store to pick up one for myself. Sprinted. As in physical activity. I haven’t done that in years. I was so excited to hear this album that I broke my sacred vow to never exceed the 5km an hour rule to make sure that I was amongst the first to hear this album. The question I’m sure that bubbles on your lips is if it was worth it? In short, yes. In long, read on:

‘Hungry Ghost’ provides the nihilistic, growled thrash we’ve come to expect from the Violent Soho camp, but it is so much more than expected. Rather than give a logical follow up to their mind-ruining self-titled album, which I routinely consider to be one of the finer records of this decade, Violent Soho progress to an album that serves as a landmark for the loser. Everything on here is an anthem, everything is something that speaks to the bashed up, middle-class, snotty brat in us all. It rejects any sort of traditional rockmanship, but instead stays rooted in the fastidious ability to rock the fuck out the way only Violent Soho can.

‘Hungry Ghost’ is an album that has a message to make. It has a stamp of authority, and it intends to brand you with that mark. The message isa simple one of escapism, but front man Luke Boerdom summarises it best: ‘“escaping normality, interesting people like old dudes who drag kanga plastic cricket bats in the ground and order black and gold tea from cafes, Australia post-war 60’s dream state suburbia, distraction from things that matter because they are replaced with things that don’t, Brisbane”. The music accomplishes this desperate and disparate tone above and beyond anything one could hope for. All, and I do mean all, the songs crush and maul with an intensity not seen since Big Black. They will roll up up and toss you off a cliff, but they can also tuck you in at night and ward off any scary fucking demons. ‘Hungry Ghost’ is your enemy and your friend, your guide in the dark, the beast you need to live with.

The album seems to be split into two distinct sets. Side A of the record is angsty (not in a bad way) and thrashing, intent on causing as much destruction as possible. Every song will wreak havoc. If you’re not out of breath after  the almighty and apocalyptic ‘Dope Calypso’ has finished, your not doing it right. Each song pounds and threatens to break the sound barrier. You need to play this side loud, or you can never gain the full experience. Musically, ‘In The Aisle’ and ‘Covered in Chrome’ provide the balls-to-the-wall  tidal riffs, whilst  ‘Saramona Said’ creates a future we’re already nostalgic for with its simplistic but rough n tumble rhythms. ‘Lowbrow’ and ‘OK Cathedral’ are a headbangers delight, moulded to mosh to and propelled by layers and layers of deep anthemic guitar.

On one hand, Side A is all about bringing down the wall of the bland normality through blunt force amazing tunes. Side B is the hopeful but realistic reversal of that. The majority of the songs on this side are subdued and sick to their stomach of the unrepentant boring, but have accepted the actuality of it all. Its still a statement of rebellion, but not the cry to arms of other songs. Rather than weaken the record, these slower songs have the complete opposite effect. It just shows that Violent Soho can diversify their sound and shout out their message through different means than belting out tremendous tunes. That being said, ‘Gold Coast’ might have the most gutting vocal delivery on the record, with the incredibly sinister ‘I’m not asking anymore’ that builds to a face melting oblivion pulse.

Lyrically, Violent Soho have never been more intelligent or insightful. Yes, that’s right there’s more to this guys than blistering riffs and nihilistic shouts. The naysaying smart asses will point to the chorus of ‘Covered in Chrome’ and say ‘but wot aboud da Yeah-Yeah-Yeah korus?’, and to that I say fuck you, that chorus is more badass than Bruce Willis on a Harley Davidson made out of boobs.  And to further my point, if you  tune your ear into the actual words Luke Boerdom is saying, you’ll find a plethora of historocal and philosophical brooding that Kurt Cobain wish he wrote. I can’t really be bothered to type out every single jewel one liner that pops up in every song, but if you’d like to discover more about what went behind every song, then read this recent Fasterlouder piece. It just goes to prove that ‘Hungry Ghost’ is a planned and calculated attack of beauty, rather than one of improvisation. The execution of such a well thought out work of art makes me swell with respect for the band and the record.

To conclude, ‘Hungry Ghost’ may just be the finest rock record to come out of Australia since Eddy Current Suppression Ring’s ‘Rush to Relax’. It is definetely my favourite Australian release of the year (POND, Native Cats, TV Colours, don’t worry, you are not far behind). The energy, musicianship, song craft and all round excellence of this record is on display from start to finish. Violent Soho leave nothing to not love. It is pure, unadulterated awesome.

Violent Soho will be touring ‘Hungry Ghost’ in October. You cannot miss these shows. They’ll be playing OAF on October 25, a Friday. Support comes from the excellent as balls Straight Arrows. Be there if you want to tell your friends about the best show you ever saw in your life.

New: Violent Soho-Covered in Chrome

When this post goes up, this song will be about 12 minutes alive in Internet time. So, to say it is hot off the press is an understatement. To say it is good is also an understatement. ‘Covered in Chrome’ is a sugary coated sexual favour in the form of nihilistic rock music that packs more of a punch that Ryan Gosling’s performance in Drive. The bridge is just a constant ‘YEAH!’ shouted into your ear as a tidal wave of guitar swallows you in it’s oblivion soaked riff. It’s truly thunderous and intimidating, and will surely prove to be a massive hit from ‘Hungry Ghost’, which is out on I Oh You next Friday.

Video: Violent Soho-Dope Calypso

Another taste from Violent Soho’s forthcoming album ‘Hungry Ghost’ has dropped, and what a delicious taste it is, like chilli’s dipped in pure THC! Fuck this is brilliant stuff. Violent Soho have nailed the whole aspect of their grunge forefather influence, the quiet-verse/loud chorus honed to bittersweet proportions. It’s sweet because it sounds amazing, and it’s bitter because this is only the single and I want more Violent Soho. I want it now. Inside of me.

The video for this track features stuff that one would probably associate strongly with the band. Rocking out, beers, skating and beards, beards, beards. Fuck that dude’s got such a sweet beard.

‘Dope Calyspo’ is elegant like a swan that’s into punk music. You can catch this song, as well as Violent Soho’s back catalogue of jizz when they play OAF on October 25th. Support comes from the amazeballs Straight Arrows, and it’s around $20. You’d have to posses Hitler-esque qualities to not go.