damn arms - please, pass me my anti-robotics/i think therefore i swam
fuck, this is a noisy one.
australian of origin, with a mere few weeks under their belt since they formed, with the lead singer, yama indra, being connected to the ubercool gang (test icicles and tom vek and cut copy all get name dropped in the pr) all of which means sweet f.a once you actually listen to this limited 7"/download only double bill. it's a right proper indie rock racket that will strip your ears of any fluff and make you check the stylus for damage once its finished, so be careful with the volume control.
for the oh-so-wittily titled lead track, distorted bass lines are pushed up front while the primeval up tempo beat drives the adrenalin surge along, and discordant guitars add uncomfortable layers of drama, before the vocals start to demand your attention. it's all rather full on and after a few plays becomes rather addictive.
the b-side is a slightly more focussed, noisy post-punk ditty. where bloc party bass lines gel nicely and white knuckle ride guitars give this the much required 'fuck you' attitude.
not sure if a whole album of this would be required, for a few minutes, tis a mighty blast to have in the collection.
one to watch - from a distance may be, but one to definitely watch.