It has been almost a month since I reviewed an Aussie album, so it was a treat to hear that familiar accent today.
The band had a reputation for evocative soundscapes, in the vein of compatriots Sodastream. Thankfully these guys aren’t quite as soporific or difficult as the home-seltzer-honouring duo.
If anything, they are a little more ballsy – like Gersey or Gaslight Radio. It’s not exactly a laughfest nor could I see anyone doing anything beyond swaying to the tunes herein. But the album is a grower, with the soft-loud dynamic (driven by guitar and drum bursts) lodging itself in the psyche over an afternoon.
A dry, country property or inner-city verandah, a beer, a comfy chair and a day/sunset to contemplate (or, indeed, a blank mind welcoming of some illustrative lyrics) – all these ingredients would be complemented well with this disc.
File under: No need to panic, no harm here