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A beautifully sludgy bass line kicks this little beast into life, before some "peel your Nanna's wallpaper right off her back" grinding feedback and horse-as-fuck vocals simultaneously enter, drunk, swaggering and stinking of cum and whiskey. The vocals, courtesy of Joe Sukit of
The Royal Headache Gang, dominate this sub-two-minute romp, brutally double-fisting with equal amounts of heartfelt emotion and 'who gives a cunt' attitude.
In what surely is a match made in
the Popfrenzy board room heaven, New Zealand slop-punks
Surf City and Sydney's undefeated champs of the Hard To Google Award,
Songs, are joining forces for a handful of shows.
Stocks for Eddy Current Enterprises have been rising steadily over the past few years. While the garage punks were once only known as the Melbourne band that would continually play that cruel joke on Sydney of only playing tiny broom closet sized venues when they were in town, they have slowly transformed into one of the nations most important - and above all, respected - rock 'n' roll bands.
After a fair few listens I'm still not completely sold on the new
Eddy Current album,
Rush To Relax.