New Music

Listen: Danny Whitten’s Veins – Harold Holt

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Danny Whitten’s Veins is a punk band from Adelaide who follow a recent uprising in acts who outwardly reference Flipper, forever the kings of bad taste US punk. Despite their name being a reference to a former Crazy Horse guitarist (who died of a booze and valium cocktail rather than the ravaging of opiates their name suggests), there is no virtuosity here, just oversaturated vocals and simpleton dynamics. It’s as punishing and trying a listen as you’ll find, with as flailing an approach as their clear interstate contemporaries in Sydney’s Housewives and Melbourne’s Dribble.

‘Harold Holt’ opens their self-titled cassette and taunts the still-missing Prime Minister with goading shouts of “swim Harry, swim,” a rapid and quickly forgotten sentiment that sits in opposition to the six-minute death knell of ‘Tick the Boxes.’ Other tracks preference the more fleeting approach, but the weight of noise bears down on the tape throughout.

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The self-titled Danny Whitten’s Veins cassette is available on Major Crimes Records through distro’s such as No Patience.

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New Music

Listen: Hollow Press – In Dreams

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It’s been a while since Adelaide-based ambient project Hollow Press has released anything new. It’s been seven months to be precise. That’s not a very long time, but Shaun McNamara issued four releases last year, so something had to give.

‘In Dreams’ is taken from a new full-length album called In Your Nature. Like much of McNamara’s early material it flits between stationary ambiance and more stately, subtlely melodic instrumentals. Embedded below is an example of the former. It’s like standing at the foot of a towering chrome skyscraper in a grey, foggy plain.

In Your Nature is available digitally and on CD-R.

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Watch: Vaginors’ ‘Say Nothing’ trailer

Truly horrible trailer for a forthcoming VHS film by Adelaide punk group Vaginors. The film is directed by Ratboy, and stars the band in a production that “captures the millennium punks Vaginors at their most distilled,” displaying, according to the official document,  “unadulterated self indulgence.”

Have to come out and admit that I’ve never listened to Vaginors before, but if their records sound anything like the music in this trailer then I will be investigating very thoroughly. The group have a 2011 LP by the name of Nuclear Papsmear and another No Patience issued self-titled EP which was released last year. According to No Patience, the VHS is coming soon. Truly turgid and horrible noise that puts every other group with an anti-social bent to shame.

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Summer Flake – Where Do I Go? (Cassette)

summerflakeAn exercise in divine despondence, Summer Flake’s Where Do I Go? is one for the brokenhearted. A cracked portrait of a daydream written and recorded by veteran musician, Steph Crase, it’s the second solo EP of introspective melodies from the ex-Batrider, Birth Glow and No Through Road performer. As a core player in what you could loosely call an Adelaide ‘sound’ – listless and disheveled guitar music from the city’s slacker community of the past decade – her EP comes across accordingly. A sense of place is unmistakable, not least because Batrider’s Sarah Chadwick contributes the artwork and No Through Road’s Matt Banham lends vocals to ‘Race Car’, a song credited to Birth Glow. In fact, Crase’s very pseudonym, Summer Flake, is a moniker used along with Ellen Carey’s ‘Raven Blue Winter’ and Nick Carey’s ‘Dried up Leaf’ during the dusty hallucinations of the aforementioned band.

What exactly a Summer Flake is, is anyone’s guess and also beyond the point. Because whether it stands for doomed snow, an absentminded sunbather or, more likely, a meaningless combination of words, there’s certainly a funny, nonsensical quality to Crase’s lyrical and melodic stream of consciousness, however downbeat and self-deprecating. Presumably, the recording process has evolved from last year’s self-titled EP -assembled piece by piece and cobbled together on cracked software -even if the magic still happened at home. But then, it feels as if the very essence of Summer Flake comes from a comfort zone given to inducing the kind of ennui that late nights alone at home only can.

It’s a record that meanders along a flowing, searching guitar line, culminating in an almost wordless final track ‘Through the Window’, with its evocative echoes of dreamy first light. Presenting a cosy contemplation no doubt specific to a physical and emotional isolation and boredom, Where Do I Go? is a languorous trundle along distant vocals and instrumental echo. Even before hearing the undulating rhythms of songs, like ‘Talked Me Round’ and ‘Known All Along’, there’s a sense of someone coming to terms with regret and being dealt a dud hand, which can only be remedied by a sense of self, reflected in the persistent mantra of “I will never give up” in ‘Racecar’.

That’s because Crase is sincere, not as some kind of reaction to the vapid contempt of modern culture but because, musically at least, she always has been. And for that Where Do I Go? is a welcome escape into the wistful romance of music as it should be; a clarity of mind that leaves behind a residue, not so much of hopeless gloom but of a mute melancholy that found peace in a song.

Label: Heavy Lows
Release Date: January 2013

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