I’m listening to Demon Days. It’s the new record, Magic Eye. Their debut. ‘Daria Smile’ leads off and I might have stayed on with it but ‘Disco Baby’ is the real heart.
Don’t know what’s going on with this record. It’s a mess. ‘Neon Leon’ – one song in – is where the uncertainty starts. It sounds like the Fuzzrays are trying to be Blur but it’s fuzzed as hell.
In the album’s leadup Phantastic Ferniture have often pointed out that it all came together as a bit of a joke. But this record is anything but. They cut an exceptional debut.
Ty Segall is like Neil Young. Possessed by wayward creativity, he’s not only the author of his own narrative but the editor too. As a result, this artist’s work is sprawling, tangled and taking anything but the predictable turn.
Is there any other band which rocks so gentle? The Babe Rainbow’s psychedelia isn’t about bone-crunching riffs but that floating feeling. Telling you this, three tracks in ‘Gladly’ has its listener leaning back eyes-closed, totally relaxed and in the moment as the music washes over.
Mild Meltdowns cross hatches loose thoughts and intimate truths. It’s the product of Raindrop, alias of Sydney’s Miles Devine. With his latest recording Miles and studio compatriots fly close to the classic sound of Mercury Rev and the Flaming Lips. It’s here they slip between jangling psychedelic dreams, melancholy and warm devotional feeling.
They were the next big thing. The next Strokes. Plucked out of Sydney and thrown across the cover of Rolling Stone. This was 16 years ago mind you, on the tail end when something like that really mattered. The Vines were on their way up. Saviours of rock ‘n’ roll. But they never got to those lofty heights.
Rebel Yell. Another honest heart on the edge of popular sound. She – Grace Stevenson - makes dance music. At times it’s caustic, laced with a serrated edge. At others powered by hypnotic groove.
Melody Prochet disappeared in 2017. She suffered an accident, a brain aneurysm and broken spine. With Bon Voyage she's returned.
It would be safe to say this year has seen a continued revival of Australia’s surf meets garage punk sound. Following the likes of Dune Rats, Skegss and Hockey Dad, comes Adelaide's STORK. They play it simple but when it comes to emotional lyrics and catching hooks they can really put it across.