Perhaps more famous for swimming, rugby and cricket players, Queensland State of Australia does not seem exactly the place you’d expect to get out punk duo’s of garage. Maybe because, for years, Australia has not given to international stage rock & roll bands. Rock&roll, I say, because we have enough psychedelic.
To return to the topic, today we have the gentlemen from Bleeding Knees Club. We says gentlemans as general as possible, because the drummer Alex Wall and the guitarist Malan Jordan are still very young. The band name encapsulates perfectly their music: full of blood from the knees, the torn shirt while climbing in trees and on the day that you simply do not care about how many cigarettes you have.
The first EP, Virginity, follow a perfect aesthetic of DIY punk that’s both early love him so much. The five songs that barely pass for two and a half minutes, recorded behind a shoe store, raw, chaotic, with echoes due to recording techniques, primitive energy and guitar solos by agreement. It was also hard to expect anything when Wavves are cited as influential. The songs are so basic and Wall’s voice seems often a croak, that make Sex Pistols seem like Pink Floyd.
Just as music is simplistic and sometimes repetitive, no hidden meanings or lyrics are not profound irony or criticism of society. If you say “I Just Want to have fun”, that’s fixed. If I write “You found my cigarettes and you took Three / They Were meant to Be For Me”, is not some euphemism. Their biggest problem seems to be that the summer is over and can not put their tents in the backyard. They talks about a lot of girls, girls who walk with bad guys, girls who are everything to them.
