New Post Punk: Wives + Masses + Infinite Void + TOL + Mere Women


Gather round and sulk at the latest, greatest and darkest from around Aus:

Wives – Whipping Boy EP

Canberra’s Wives put out an excellent record on NO PATIENCE last year that felt really unfortunately ignored. It’s phenomenally dark and direct stuff, and if you’ve got a chance, I recommend you give it a go.

However, being the prolific punks they are, Wives have already followed up on last year’s record with another EP of material. It’s twitchy stuff – synths that emerge from nowhere, teeth bared; guitars that scratch and bleed. It’s a simple reminder that Wives are a band that you need in your life.

Plus if that isn’t enough, there are remixes on the EP from ASPS and the forever-intriguing Enderie Nuatal.

Make sure ya catch Wives playing Blackwire Records on the 11th, with support from Diecut, Marcus Whale and Cat Heaven.

Masses – Masses

For those that dug Gold Class but wished they had a bit more crunch need to get familiar with Masses. It’s goth-ridden post-punk that lashes with intensity, a huge scaly beast that singes your hair with every song.

There are delicate moments, sure, but when Masses lean in, they put your attention in a strangehold. Take “Crosses”, “Moloch” or “Paranoid” – these are all songs that drive with the same bloody wrath as Bauhaus – unrelenting and a perfect soundtrack to this week’s excorcism.

Infinite Void – Face in the Window

As soon as the bass riff kicks in for this, it becomes immediately obvious that this is gonna be a gud ‘un. Infinite Void are essentially the White Walkers of Melbourne – terrifying, beautiful and absolutely freezing. “Face in the Window” is liquid nitrogen that builds into a torrential downpour of icy sheets of guitar, hurtling with the singular vision of outdoing the Ice Age. If you feel like sinking into the equivalent of a sink hole in the Arctic, do yourself a favour and chuck this on.

TOL – Survive

TOL fall towards the latter half of the post-punk equation, armed with the kind of seething, sharp riffs that Steen Spielberg wishes he could’ve used to line the cavernous face hole of Jaws. Buried under a caked layer of feedback, TOL plunge and dive with abandon, as ferocious as they are loud. Put this into your ears and feel your head go through a similar transformation as the bald guy with glasses in Scanners.

Plus, this came out on NOPATIENCE and the band features members of LAKES, Spite House and ZOND – surely that’s enough of an indication that TOL are an essential band.

Mere Women – Numb

This song came out fucking ages ago and I never got around to having a yarn about it. Better late than never, right?

Anyway, “Numb” is another gem from one of Sydney’s finest and most underrated. Mere Women are one of the most interesting bands going around this shitty town at the moment, and if ever the opportunity arises for you to go and see them, DO NOT FUCKING HESITATE!




A Comprehensive List of Everything I’ve Forgotten To Write About in the Last Three Months. Pt. 1 Punk/Post-Punk/Experimental


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After a three month mild mental breakdown, during which I decided that writing about music was the devil’s work, I’ve come back to furiously type hyperbolic phrases that make no sense. Lucky you. Anyway, there’s been a heap of music that I missed while I was busy having a sook:


Tyrannamen – Self-Titled

Seriously, watching this band was the reason I decided I wanted to write about bands again. Seeing them play, going home, buying and then smashing the record to within an inch of its vinyl life, I felt compelled to tell other people.  It’s hard to listen to this album and not want to reach out to whoever’s nearest, sit them down, and regale them with this unflinching rock ‘n’ roll masterpiece. If there’s one band you should listen to from this list, make it these guys.


Twinrova – Elitist

A brooding goth sneer from Sydney, makes you want to sit in the rain and spit on people as they hurry by, knowing that they’ll never notice because of drizzle

Dry Finish – String Me Along

Dry Finish sat at the top of the pile as far as new punk bands in Sydney. Listening to them is a lot like how I imagine what it would be like to be strapped down to a surgical table in the basement of a scientist who scored his medical degree through the deep web and repeated viewings of A Clockwork Orange. Suck shit if you missed them before their guitarist moved overseas, these guys were the best.

California Girls – Desire

Melancholy drum-machine and drone combo from Canberra. If you’re in a wrist-slitting mood, chuck this on.

Sex Tourists – Birthday Party

The highlight from their three song debut EP, and possibly one of the saddest tracks I’ve ever listened to. That opening line never fails to reduce me to a sobbing pile of shit. These guys would probably be Roland S. Howard’s favourite band if he was still kicking.

Black Cab – Uniforms

Ambitious, thrusting electronica with a post-punk sheen, the latest from Black Cab propels itself on a stirring rhythm that almost makes you feel something close to hope. Turn off the alarm, turn off the phone, close the blinds, and sink into thiiiiiiiis.

Spike Fuck – GUTS

I feel the same way about this song as I did when I heard “Shivers”, “Wide Open Road” and “Dream Baby Dream” for the first time. It’s a quiet epic that plunges into the heart cavity and claws your insides into the kind of mess the cops find at a crime scene and sends the first responder into the trauma ward.

Wives – Devoted to You

Brutally underrated Canberra band with a post-punk record that stabs and stabs and stabs and stabs and stabs and stabs. The chanting vocals, the whirring jabs of guitar, the toe-curling melodies, it’s the whole fuckin’ package.

Publique – Wax/Suffer

Total Control and A Place to Bury Strangers clash on a surging tidal wave of feedback and blood-curdling screams.

School Damage – Lift Off

In an alternate, much cooler reality, this is the theme song to The X-Files.

Nite Fields – Voyeur

Paranoid and tense newness from one of Brisbane’s best. Three and a half minutes of subterranean, pitch black post-punk, occasionally slashed with fiery shouts and sharp guitar.

Miles Brown – Seance Fiction

I was halfway through a mammoth album review of this record when I lost my mind and decided that writing was a huge waste of time, and the review never came out. I should’ve finished it though, so maybe others could have maybe found out about it if they accidentally clicked on this site. Seance Fiction is incredibly complex, and infinitely worth jumping into. It’s dark, dense and murky; once you dive in, you can’t leave.

Muscle Memory – Altar Boy / Underground

This thing burns, like wrapping your hand around the wrong end of a soldering iron.


Great earnest emo with a punk slant that reminds me of what it was like to be 15 and think everything in the world was running against you. Sweats like a teenager who’s stuck on a family holiday and hasn’t had a cigarette in four days.

Ace Romeo – Hyperdrive

Should’ve done this ages ago, but this album rules, yeah? It’s pretty much a lost John Carpenter soundtrack, back when he was making badass movies with Kurt Russell.

Clever – Your Eyesore’s Sweet

Punk rock done in the style of a George A. Romero movie. It’s a chainsaw shoved down your throat sort of thing.

Bad Lifers – Shelf Life

Like the Tyrannamen album, this was recorded ages ago, and has only been released recently, if you count November of last year as recent. Anyway, this album is to scuzzy punk what I am to laziness.

Whitney Houston’s Crypt – Hatofold Boyfriend

Fuck me.


Kewl New Vids for Kewl Kids: The Pink Tiles + Wives + Pow Pow Kids

Stuff these in your eye holes:

The Pink Tiles – Cut It Out

Pretty much the Melbourne answer to Bloods. Managed to catch these guys doing their thing at a trip to the Tote a few months back – it was real cool! Now, with the aid of a green screen and three chords, you can experience all the magic of the ultra soulful garage rock boppers that The Pink Tiles have got.

Wives – To Sin

Oi, fuck how cool is this? If Siouxsie were even more of a badass, she’d be fronting Wives. It’s fractured guitar pooling underneath urgent vocals spewing vitriol about confessing sins. It’s fantastic in a Lynchian kind of way; whirring confusion being compressed into some tantalising, skin-peeling subversiveness. It finishes way to quickly, and makes the pining for that debut album action all that more powerful.

Pow Pow Kids – Pow Pow Theme

I’ve only ever heard good things about Melbourne’s Pow Pow Kids. They’re doing this sort of wonky, addictive garage speil that borrows from Devo as much as it does The Ramones. Here’ they present their retort to those sitcoms that had their own theme song, because that Too Many Cooks nightmare wasn’t enough. It’s glammy, ridiculous, and the variety of outfits on display is enough to warrant the Oscar for Costuming.

Pow Pow Kids will be on their way to Sydney on July 24th, playing at the Vic in Marrickville with Dumb Punts.

New Weird Pop Music: WIVES + You + School Damage + Meat Tray + Snowy Nasdaq

Weird pop music is one of my favourite things to listen to. From Animal Collective to SPOD, weird pop music is my lifeblood. Here’s some fucking sick tracks that make cannibals of the Kylie Minogue’s out there.

WIVES -Buried

Man, naming your song “Buried” is one hell of a way to establish that your really good at bummer tunes. The debut single from Canberra’s WIVES exceeds going past that average gloomy stuff, and genuinely creating a fucked up atmosphere that stretches and looms throughout the song. It’s like if Savages were buried alive in a coffin, and then the bands of the band trying to get out where recorded to tape. “Buried” is sinister as fuck, with what feels like millions of angular guitars spiking off each other. The whirring gears that seem so detached at the start soon morph into a buzzing hive of activity, and listening to it honestly makes it feel like your listening to one of the most dastardly villainous plans unfold in front of your ears.

You-Caprice 7″

It’s taken me far too long to get around to reviewing this new 7″ from a Brisbane project that goes by the name of You. How very inclusive. If Ian Curtis somehow became more depressed and  fronted The Talking Heads, that’d probably come a little close to how You sound. “Caprice” is a song that takes musical sorrow to another level, with cold washes of spindly guitar and crushing cymbals breathing grey life into the absolutely devastating lyrics. The added screeches and drones, as well as the completely lavish and orgamsic saxophone that appears, encourages “Caprice’s” status as one of the best weird pop songs to emerge out of Brisbane in recent memory. For a town that counts Multiple Man and Terrible Truths amongst its names, that’s a hell of a feat.

School Damage – Break Up 7″

Another one I’ve been laying on for ages is the new 7″ from Melbourne/Geelong band School Damage, featuring members of Ausmuteants and Chook Race. It’s like indie-pop music that’s been choked out by a serial killer, halfway between Nun/Ausmuteants and Duran Duran. There’s weird, chanting synths that put “Break Up Song” in this strange, Psyscho-stabbing motion pathway, highlighting an incredibly melodramatic and over-the-top finale. Weird, but fun.

Meat Tray – Narooma Blue/The Mauler

Meat Tray is a carnivorous slice of gloriously warped  sound from one of the minds out of Yard Duty.  I’ll be the first to admit this might be a little bit further from the pop mantra than others, what with the hellish-barks, and overblown distorted guitars, but hey, even Slayer hit the Bilboard Chart at one point. This track is truly demonic, channeling fury and drum machines equally for some fucked-up noise experiment that would make Wolf Eyes shed a tear. If you’re keen for some ear-bleeding punk material, you can’t go past this.

Snowy Nasdaq feat Orlando Furious – Greyscale

Another month, another free Snowy Nasdaq track, to be compiled in his soon-to-be-released album of 2014. This time, Snowy enlists the help of Orlando Furious, a producer who makes tracks that makes Aphex Twin look like only half the serial killer he actually is. “Greyscale” jumps and jilts with a pulsing sensation, undulating unnaturally. That distubring quality is pretty much what makes this track so goddamn amazing to listen to. When “Greyscale” hits its peak, you can easily envision yourself in a warehouse space in late 80’s Manchester, full of illegal substance and a suddenly overwhelming understanding of how to dance.