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511. Magic Dirt – “Snow White”

I was disappointed relistening to this 2005 release from Geelong’s finest.

This is one of those albums were there is too much polish.  The energy and spontaneity of earlier releases seems absence, and the band appears to be trying too hard for the catchiness that permeated a couple of tracks on the preceeding two albums.

Perhaps I should be looking at the album through more of a Clouds-like lens (as that is very much the sound on the title track). Indeed the sound so un-grungy by the time we get to I love the rain that I’m starting to wonder whetherthis is a Candle Records act. Tracks that would have been the pop gem elsewhere become the ‘rock-out’ effort here:

This certainly not a stinker of an album, and if I’d stumbled upon it unaware of the band I may well have been been quite enamoured.  I suspect I would then have be pretty shocked if I’d caught the band in the live arena, as the pop vibe was never this overt and the vibe was so much grimier.

As it is, this is where the band and I parted ways… an amicable breakup of sorts.

File under: Call me grumpy… or Dopey

510. Magic Dirt – “Tough Love”

I have never made the connection before, but Adalita the frontwoman of Magic Dirt may be the Chrissy Amphlett of her generation.

A little research tells me that like Adalita, Amphlett hails from Geelong.  Both are forthright rock chicks. And as becomes apparent on this album, Adalita, like Chrissy, is certainly comfortable discussing her personal stimulatory activities.

On both Plastic Loveless Letter and the standout track here, GirlBoy, Ms. Srsen regales us with tales of masturbation, no doubt titillating (and/or intimidating) many a teenage listener:

That track is a real ripper, encapsulating pretty much everything that appeals about this act.  It’s punchy, honest, fun without being cheesy, and, to repeat the line above, a bit intimidating. Moreso than Amphlett, its seems worth aspiring to be part of the storyline of these songs.

This album is stronger than the predecessor, with greater variations across the 13 tracks. While the pop sensibility is still there, the songs vary much more in tempo. On one we get some veritable beat poetry, while Brat is thee closest to a jam track I can recall from the usually concise combo.

All in all, one of the very best things to come out of sleepy hollow.

File under: Tougher than George Smilovic, Sexier then the Divinyls

509. Magic Dirt – “What are Rock Stars Doing Today”

In yesterday’s post I uttered the phrase ‘ear worm’.  This here album from Geelong rockers Magic Dirt contains one of the most cerebrally invasive tracks in my collection.

The release of said song prompted me to finally buy a Dirt longplayer, despite having seen them around for years.

The song in question, of course, is the irresistable Dirty Jeans. I found my attachment to the song (and the similar adoration of many other folks) a little to hard to explain.  It’s a pretty straightforward rock track with a rather silly chorus and premise:

But, in many ways, that is the essence of good rock.  And this band has all the right ingredients.  Strong riffs, driving basslines and rhythms and a frontwoman who is irrepressible.

Indeed, Adalita’s vocal endeavours are what captivates both on this track and across the whole album.  She carries a song better than pretty much anyone on the Aussie scene, and has unmistakable timing and oomph.

While struggling to outshine the denim number, there are enough tracks on here (Pace it, Superglu, City Trash) to ensure I went back to the well for more tunes in subsequent years.

But let’s hear that big track one more time:

File under: Doing what they do best