We’ve done a fair few giveaways lately so I was going to let this slide, but I have too much of a soft spot for Ernest Ellis since he was my first post ever on whothehell.net. Plus his album sounds like it will be pretty exciting.
Above is the video for his latest single, ‘Heading for the Cold.’ Here is an mp3 of the track. And lastly, the first three Sydney-dwelling Ernest Ellis fans to email firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject ‘GIMME ERNEST ELLIS’ will win double passes to his single launch tomorrow night, Tuesday the 24th, at Spectrum.
Miami Horror were so wild, one excited chap actually needed a boot after grabbing the mic stand.
Fun times, great show and it’s clear these guys will be one of the best this summer.
Check out the clip for ‘Sometimes’ here
Howl, you animated bunch of little twerps, you smug teenage dirtbags with your corresponding assymetrical haircuts and your sharp monochromatic attire; thank you for compelling the bulk of the population of twenty-something musos to shirk back to their factory day jobs screwing lids on toothpaste tubes. What is wrong with you? Kids your age should be spitting in burgers. Not winning national radio band competitions or sharing stages and stealing riders from the Scare, British India and Grafton Primary. Or getting a ‘Goon Machine’ tattoo on your foot. Or breaking egos, girls hearts and gym floors for that matter. You may have put your rural hometown in the spotlight lately for reasons other than Sovereign Hill, bogans and boiled lollies, but what makes you think you have the right to slapdash your promising musical finesse up the arses of other pimply compatriots your age who are still fiddling with Chilli Peppers covers?
And the new single ‘I Hear It’s Love?’ Fuck. Off.
I can’t stand the way that you roll up gritty, abrasive garage punk, sexually frustrated lyrics and fleeting bursts of blissful harmonies into a colossal joint at your live shows leaving each audience member convulsing around the floor in a feverish fit. I hate that I squealed like a twelve year old when you whipped out a Justin Timberlake cover at your last gig. I hate the way Daniel doesn’t miss a beat in the quake of his volatile drumming. Screw you Tim and Jonathan for thrusting those catchy persistent riffs and danceable basslines in our faces. Why did you even bother roping two charming lead singers, merging gritty shrieks and subtle melodic charms into thwarts of clever dynamo? And for that boy for Galen Strachan? Have some sympathy for the thousands of listeners who’ve had that bloody contagious, unremittent ‘Blackout’ keyboard jam of yours lodged in their head for months.
Screw your ridiculously infectious new radio friendly single. While the most school leavers will be manning drive ins, knocking up thirteen year olds or watching Skins re-runs this summer, you’ll be having fun basking in the glory of your new found success at the Queenscliff, Stereosonic, Field day, Sandcastle and Apollo Bay Festivals, breathing into the same sweaty mic as the Bloody Beetroots and LCD Soundsystem and being asked by itinerant teenage girls to sign their tits.
I’ll get it out of the way in the first sentence – these guys sound a lot like Eddy Current Suppression Ring. If you don’t like that band then you won’t like The UV Race. If, like me, you love Eddy Current Suppression Ring, then this will “rock your boat” (pun intended). They’re even signed to Aarght! Records, the label run by ECSR/Brain Children mastermind Mikey Young. But that’s not meant to be reductive- both bands work within a similarly restrained aesthetic framework and sing with a strong Australian accent. The world could use a few more ECSR’s anyway.
Even when singing about a ruined and supposedly haunted orphanage in Ohio (thanks Wikipedia), this kind of music can’t help but sound like summer. It’s energetic, extroverted, and has that messy abandon that the summer heat just brings out. The warm tones of the guitar seem to match the vibrant warm tones of the beating sun. The lack of visible effort is especially what makes the mere 100 seconds of ‘Gore Orphanage’ so comfortable and fun. This is music for the outdoors, not for headphones.