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Indie. Punk. Rock. Brisbane.
DZ Deathrays
THRASH
ABUSE
Self-described as party/thrash, there are no delusions that
this is exactly how they want it; noise, energy, and an easy excuse to trash
someone’s house. Born and bred for mediocre weekends in suburbia, DZ Deathrays will funnel your weekly
anger and screech it back though your ears. You’ll either have an aneurism
right then and there, or you’ll embrace the noise and begin your power
rampage.
Melody is rare, adrenaline is
uno on the agenda and there’s barely time to breath. Recently garnering notable
attention nationally, it will only be a matter of time as to whether they
follow their self-prophesised fate and get gobbled up into the doors of
sporadic house parties around Brisbane. Or will they remain? Time will tell.
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The Halls
MELANCHOLIC PUNK
Don’t let their drumming Skrillex
fool you. With killer Cure influences and a healthy dose of raunchy female
vocals, new-starts The Halls have
been chiming their melancholic punk to Brisbane circa late 2012.
Outsider overtones tones aplenty, the 4-piece
teases with distortion as much as they enjoy the idea of a demented melody. The
debut self-titled EP emits 5 tracks of a band made of melodies as much as their
solemn anger. Enjoy
Dave's Pawn Shop
CLEAN AND PULSE.
Phaser laced guitar, pulsing riffs, tight as-hell rhythm and a
faint psychedelic colour offers the inaptly named Dave’s Pawn Shop a sound that supersedes the name, only by a couple
light years.
Hailing from the pits of the Gold Coast, this power trio
formed mid-2011 with yells in their mouths and rhythm in their heads. Despite
the occasional drippings of psychedelia
and loose verses, their finest points are without a doubt found in their raw
crunchy riffs and the ability to pull individual instruments together so tight the speakers almost harden
up and crumble.
With Incubus and The
Mars Volta ingrained into their chemistry, Dave’s Pawn Shop show off killer tunes and a style-wise consistency that, if held together, could turn
their upcoming release into something truly special.
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music aLIVE
Devil's Kitchen
19/1/13
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| Slow Riots |
The Beetle Bar
feat. The
Stone Fox, Sons Of The Soil, F1-Elevens, Dead End Kings, Ironside, Death Valley
Nights, BMX-Ray, Slow Riots, The Smokestack Orchestra, The Blackwater Fever,
Giants of Science, Shellfin, Fort
The
Brisbane leg of the Devil’s Kitchen mini-festival packed a hell of punch; where
heavy hitters and crunch gods brushed sweat with the local varieties. For such
an event, the confines of the Beetle Bar seemed reasonable- until they plugged
in and drowned that small venue into a cave of unescapable sound.
The
night was filled with chunky riffs, deafening roars and noise bouncing off
every surface imaginable, being absorbed by the fluid crowd. The menu for the
night left no room for glamour- pool tables converted to merch stands and lax
door staff confirmed the primary agenda was solely the tunes, and the bands
playing them.
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| Giants of Science |
Anyone
who listened for the whole 12 hours must be bordering on deafness. After
stumbling in around 8pm, the band at the time Slow Riots, were impressing the
fluid crowd with their dancing dynamics and Walter White t-shirts.
Following up were Smokestack
Orchestra who were so cool they didn’t even need a bassist- 2 guitars were more
than enough power grunt. The drop d rumbles reminisced a Stone Roses tune on
steroids, and with the vocals saturated in epic reverb, there was nowhere to
hide.
Ben Salter’s harsh vocals were
forever battling to overcome the overall powerhouse these guys were drive.
Without a doubt louder than the earlier bands; I am pinning the next 3 days of
ear-ringing on these guys.
Violent Soho
RAW GLORY
Ever since crawling out of
Mansfield in 2004, distorted kingpins Violent
Soho have flat out destroying eardrums and keeping the toe tappin’ indie-poppers
in check. As a result of their raw
potency and killer song catalogue, Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore personally courted
them to his own label conveniently as Americans begun eating these guys up as
fast as their supersized McDonalds.
The tunes and thuds heaving
out of this four-piece powerhouse are hard-wired for indefinite explosion; with
the band close behind. Their audio assault yanks out pretentions as fast as it
deafens the void, all with the glory of guitars pinned at Tym’s 10. It will consume you like the heavy sweat
lingering atop their live shows of chaos. It’s a hell of an experience, and
with recent nominations in the Triple J Hottest 100 and Rage’s top 50, reality
comes a little closer to the guys who could rocket up like an out-of-control
Minuteman missile.
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