Sneaky Peek: Yoghurt Blood 0_0

Yoghurt Blood pulling through with worse artwork than we could have ever imagined. This is only 2/5 of the 5-panel CS insert. Just wait until you hear the recordings, quality is beyond spectacular! Limited edition of 50.

TENTH COURT FESTIVAL

Here is the poster from February's launch aptly titled "Tenth Court Festival". 25 of our favourite bands from Australia over 3 days, was a hoot indeed! Expect a compilation of live recordings from this weekend in the near future.

Shrapnel- Print And Sign

Sydney's Sam Wilkinson (Day Ravies, King Tears Mortuary, Beef Jerk) provides a full length cassette 'Tobacco Dreams' under the moniker Shrapnel. This is the opening track of the album, out May 2014.

"Battling with a dominate bubblegum synth, these sentences aren't all-together decipherable. "Printing my name" or "printing money" or "printing a Monet". The latter seems most likely, given we're currently residing in an age of three-dimensional printers and the increased likelihood that all currencies (physical, imaginary and digital) will be replaced by the bartering system of Fine Art in the very near future. But, in the immortal words of Alvin Nathaniel Joiner — "what's the bloody difference?". All three options assist in summarising the song's core subject matter — the fact that in August we're being forced to trade in our trusty John Handcock's for four-digit numerical values when transacting with our credit cards. You can't hack into my body and steal my signature-writing hand. "
 -Polaroids of Androids

TC001- MARTYR PRIVATES / THIGH MASTER SPLIT C/S

TC001- Martyr Privates / Thigh Master split CS is out now. Pressing of 100 including Black/Red/Yellow/Blue cases, and Black/White shells. Available here.

It’s getting fucking hot right now in Oz. You can’t help but feel sapped, lethargic and irritated. After scratching them mozzie bites i.e infernal QLD itch for months you can now look to Martyr Privates/Thigh Master split CS to alleviate the sting. 

Thigh Master dip their toes in the current wave of Aussie underground pop. Single, ‘Goon Punch’ makes good on its promise of pugilism the vocal melody will leave you giddy for days. What is most apparent about Thigh Master is their strong grasp on the machinations of a pop song. The guitars shimmer and jangle like a Hawaiian babe doing the hula-hoop. The bass manages to accentuate the melodies and also keeps the whole thing tight and compact. Utilitarian drums punch through the mix, which means Thigh Master aren’t slacking off as much as they’d like us to lead us to believe. ‘GAB CAB’ intro is something straight out of the Guided By Voices indie playbook. Which turns out to be sleight of hand as the rest of the tune recalls Brisbane’s own Go-Betweens. 

Martyr Privates dial back the reverb of their past releases. This results in the songs being more immediate and more urgent. ‘Black Light’ wields a riff that never lets up it smacks of something Old Coot Richards’ would have made-up circa ’71. Martyr Privates are not looking to reference anyone rather they’re in the business of good, old-fashioned rock n roll. ‘Pale Lunch’ is straight-up stone-age shoegaze. Stripped of the garb and masturbation it more closely resembles the forbearers sounding not unlike early stomp of Jesus and the Mary Chain. MP’s are not afraid to drop the anvil repeatedly on your head when they damn well please. Some words from the wise Mark E Smith, “All you daughters and sons, who are sick of fancy music, we dig repetition” etc-uhh. With the repetition the heat fades into the background. 

What is left is two Brisbane bands, two songs a piece who take different approaches with their song-craft yet both end with same impressive result.