It’s been many a year since I’ve waved my hands in the air and “danced” as only an uncoordinated white man can in anything resembling a nightclub.
I was well past such behaviour even when this album was released.
Thus I was was unaware the Gerling lads had a club hit with the Dust Me Selecta track on here:
Nor can I identify the diva on said anthem. I am familiar with pop princess Kylie on a later tune which I presume got some more honed derierres a-shaking.
The boys definitely embraced a more Big Beat sound for this one. The guitars have pretty much been abandoned.
It’s less my cup of tea, and doesn’t hit any great heights. It was a passable soundtrack to my wander down to a pub after work yesterday for Friday night drinks. It has failed to uplift this Saturday morn.
File under: Lacking shock and awe
Few bands can say the popularised a piece of clothing. For a few weeks back in 1998, Aussie trio Gerling made donning a black backpack/schoolbag sort of hip and groovy.
OK, so it’s not the biggest claim to fame, but it’s better than nothing.
These guys were big JJJ faves off the back of a couple of well-constructed singles – Death to the Apple Gerls (sic) and Enter, Space Capsule.
The sound is crossover indie guitar with sample-heavy electronic backing and a mix of drum machine and live drums. Don’t think EMF. If anything it’s a little closer to my discussion topic of the week – the Underground Lovers – especially when they jangle the guitars.
The comparisons to compatriots (in space and time) the Avalanches are also pretty justified (especially on opener Last Traveller). Gerling don’t quite get the creativity marks, but I must say I always found them more engaging and interesting live.
The biggest problem I have with this album is that there is a lot of pseudo-ambient filler in between the aforementioned rockers (and the nicely monikered Craft Werked and Bachelor Pad). This would have been a much better EP than album:
File under: My medium says expel the ballast