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.
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.
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