The songs are almost tribal in their simplicity yet also sound from an age we are yet to reach. The drums pound ritualistically. The synths flutter and swirl organically. They interchange from a punishing grind to heady danceable breakdowns from song to song. Think Tetsuo: The Iron Man blending with Avatar, or Asimov writing Heart of Darkness.
It’s another great piece of down in the dumps, black and blue rock. Australiana meets Americana. Songs soaked in box wine and cheap beer, set decrepit neighbourhoods and between shitty relationships. There is a rhythm here that moves, a rhythm that one must keep when moving through life to avoid being left behind.
Body Limits from Melbourne’s Halt Ever came out in early July. It’s like awakening and then embracing a deep psychosis or a having a manic episode. It’s a collection of high tension activity, taut yet sharp. Expect an increase in pulse and maybe some induced paranoia.