Graham Reid | | <1 min read
Melbourne's vice-tight, punk rock outfit fronted by the shouty but smart Amy Taylor here deliver another body blow full of assertion, humour and PG lyrics (they're Australian, remember).
This bruising, fist-pumping pub rock-with-attitude and Taylor's bratty, flat-vowel mixes a kind of street poetry with anger.
This is reductive but powerful punk rock'n'roll which sounds beamed in from the post-punk early Eighties and on Freaks to the Front she shouts “Get down on my level or get out my way. Don't bloody touch me. Give me some space. I'm short, I'm shy, I'm fucked up. I'm bloody ugly. Get out my way. Don't bloody touch me . . . I'm out on the town, I wanna get rowdy”.
It is curiously affirmative and a lot of fun.
There's also a song entitled Don't Fence Me In.
You wouldn't dare.
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You can hear this album at Spotify here
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