Ted’s Records’ first EVER trip to Melbourne!
Holy cow! The first notes I’ve ever heard played live in Melbourne are being played by Astral Skulls! Those notes are bloopy and distorted, courtesy of this synth/laptop/guitar two-piece, who bring a lot of dirt and a lot of humour to the occasion. They forget the occasional song, but it’s really charming to see a band built around technology be so analog and filthy and human. Enjoyed that more than I should have – a fine welcome to Melbourne, a strong open to a show, and a lot of fun.
Overtime look like an unassuming three-piece but sound like a truck crashing through a brick wall. They’re enjoying it too, the sadistic bastards. It’s loud and math-ish, but there’s a thick layer of hardcore juice dripping down its trousers, shouty and cross vocals smeared on its face. It’s brutal but friendly, and it’s got some muscles tearing out of its t-shirt.
Spike Fuck does not sound like you think. With a name like that, the last thing you’re expecting is a rich and soupy Velvets thing, driven by a laptop, and as utterly great as that description sounds. Cool as hell, hotter than a reactor core, darker than the inside of a cow. Marvellous.
I’m from Sydney – which according to at least two hairy nitwits in the beer garden is a bad thing – which makes it a delight to stumble across Cable Ties, clearly a Melbourne version of Julia Why?, a three-piece fronted by a badass and full of shouty riot grrl sentiment plus massive tunes. It’s fun but fierce, lovely but loud, well-dressed but well ‘ard. It’s a bootful of great, and I’m bloody glad I saw them.
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