Here's some qual­i­ty no-frills ass-whop­pin', hip-shakin' straight-ahead garage punk by a Mel­bourne group whose ruckus kin­da sounds like the re­sult of cross­breed­ing some Mi­ni Skirt with ear­ly Teenanger or maybe Obits. Then you feed the re­sult­ing breed a di­et con­sist­ing of a tol­er­a­bly small amount of Oi!, some ear­ly 80s US West­coast Punk, even a slight hint of Crass maybe. The grown up beast might re­sem­ble what Tony Dork are do­ing here and i think it's quite a beau­ty to be­hold.

Spread this bullshit to the fediverse…



…or maybe someplace on the dying corporate legacy web