Matt Kennedy (Kitchen’s Floor, Eternal Soundcheck)
Records of the year:
Satanic Rockers – Fu Kung
It’s almost 5am and I can’t help but acknowledge this rock ‘n roll masterpiece as my number one for 2013. Poetic, intelligent, destructive, funny!, insightful. Plenty of good words have been said about this record and I will let them do the talking as I am drunx.
Wonderfuls – Salty Town (Re-issue)
I don’t think any album released this year could be described as so deeply moving as this foray into the human psyche. Songs of warranted pain delivered with an honesty so direct and straightforward it shook worldwide contemporary foundations that wondered if it was legit or a retarded joke. It is a legitimate beautiful work of art that challenges the soul, and I am all the grateful for it.
Secret Valley – Secret Valley
Things were heavy this year – I can’t wait for the horrific pain that 2014 will surely bring me – but this album helped make shit bearable. Stupidly catchy pop songs that reinforced my idea of Melbourne as a rubbish bin joke (The Night Life, Streets of Fitzroy), but at the same time made me miss a lot of the good aspects about the place. Namely how everyone I seem to like moves there so there they are – in Melbourne now. It ain’t the be all end all you jerks. Secret Valley produced a really good bedroom pop album I can only imagine was recorded under low wage duress with a passion that shines through. Underdogs unite!
XNOBBQX – Hamburger Hill
I had this dream where this sketchy guy moved into the underneath of my house with no notice and he told me he wasn’t going to pay rent. In the dream I was okay with it because he cleaned the downstairs area up and made it look nice. In reality I would have murdered him. Some good friends came by and they had just been to the Big Day Out and were all sunburned and had texta in-jokes written on their bodies. They wanted to keep drinking and I was sober but willing to get drunk so they went downstairs to get a bottle of vodka they had stashed there. As they did that I watched a group of people with guns pull up in shitty cars and proceed to go down there to kill everyone and laugh about it as they left me alone sober. Hamburger Hill is a sedate, atmospheric affair that gives me time to deal with these terrible mental states.