HALLOWE’EN: More Treats Than Tricks
By Jacob Connor
Going in blind, this 10-track CD sounds like it was recorded inside a septic tank at the bottom of the ocean by your shifty former flatmates. The drums are wonky, the lyrical content maladjusted and it smells like stale cat food. There’s not much accompanying information, but the group is Reuben Winter and Lliam Powell and the recording was done at Daniel’s house. It’s mostly fuzz guitar, bass and a clanging open hi-hat. Sort of reminds me of Melbourne punks Primitive Calculators (from the movie Dogs In Space), or an embryonic Mint Chicks (the Mint Yolks?). The overall vibe is ennui and escapism. “I try to get away,” they sing on Sick. “I don’t like you, I don’t know you,” goes Don’t Try Skating. Fast angular string patterns carry a trashy sludge punk pop aesthetic and Tru Luv boasts a discernable hook. Parting shot, Are We Friends slows down for some introspection and scratches at poignancy. ‘More Treats Than Tricks’ grows on you, like culture on a slime mould, but also leaves you feeling unclean.