We joked about it and then these cunts went and did it.
Maybe there's some legitimate value in the idea that Ross is just a swirling, complicated mess, or maybe they're just taking the piss and throwing us all curved balls. Either way — cunts, right? Unfavourable four-letter arrangements, but here it's all fitting, as that somewhat despicable descriptor is apt for these guys. They're kinda hard to like, but more from a practical sense that anything else, being that they've got a terrible reputation for cancelled shows and unreliable release schedules.
But then, akin to the impact of their bluntly-delivered lines about the junkies/scumbags/pollies that run Sydney, they're debut LP, Dogging, arrives. And it's eight truthful tales of this gutter-dressed-like-glitz city, beautifully encapsulated over at Mess 'n' Noise by our/your mate, Max Easton.