After yesterday’s dullness, it was certainly refreshing to embrace the energy and oomph of today’s CD.
There is a fine tradition in Australia of Stooges-like rock’n’roll. My personal favourite has always been Radio Birdman, but others swear by The Saints and even Nick Cave‘s early incarnations.
The trio of Current lads plus Brendan Suppression (I think these might not be the names their parents gave them) deliver exactly what you’d hope. Trebly guitar, pounding drums and slurry bass, plus vocals that sound like that Iggy doing a Cosmic Psychos impression.
The songs come across wonderfully naive and ad-libbed (and reportedly several were). The audio mix is garagey without being tinny.
This album got a lot of people excited when it was released. It got me excited on my walk to work this (Monday) morning and kept me going all morning. I felt transplanted back to a much simpler time, when Colour Television was worth singing about and when wearing a black glove on stage made you a popstar:
File under: Smell the glove