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Watch: Hot Palms – Sunday in Milan

More summer weatherboard ennui from the Melbourne-via-Wollongong group Hot Palms. These guys released a very nice self-titled EP last year, and play a whole lot up and down the east coast. The track below is nominally a ‘demo’, but someone went ahead and made a film clip for it anyway, which is testament to how visually evocative the group is. Seriously, it’s like looking at a faded photograph of your dead aunt brandishing a cake in a stark suburban backyard, dog kennel just up the back, a totem tennis to one side and an old sedan on bricks on the other.

It’s likely that this will turn up on a future Hot Palms release – probably on the Why Don’t You Believe Me? label which the band’s Alec Marshall runs – but in the meantime you can purchase it starting from $0.00 here.

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Listen: Hot Palms – At The Blows

Hot Palms are a Melbourne-based group who released a drowsy, at times very sad EP earlier this year on Why Don’t You Believe Me?. That label is operated by Alec Marshall and he’s also the driving force behind this outfit, along with what I suspect is a rotating line-up of recruits. The EP, which you can order on CD-R, wavered between very lonely electric guitar pieces in the vein of Loren Connors on the one hand, and drum machine-backed summer introspection on the other. Always with that drowsiness mentioned above: late afternoon window staring and none-too optimistic dreaming.

Anyway, they’ve got a new track called ‘At The Blows’. It’s a brief drone-piece which sounds borne of an electric guitar. It carries the same listless aura as previous material but this one is even quieter, with a newly tapped dissonance lending a greyer, more dream-like air to proceedings. It’s pretty sentimental stuff, all orange ocean horizons and faded family portraits. It’s also very pretty.

Hot Palms have a residency at the Sporting Club Hotel in Melbourne this month. Check out the details here.

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