I listen to music a lot. I have a job that basically entails staring at a vast array of spread sheets and statistics then making decisions about what group of my staff will implement and ultimately take the blame if the decisions turn out to be wrong (for that is the joys of higher end management!). Staring at spread sheets uses little more than my eyes and the occasional flexing of a mouse finger, meaning that my ears are free to listen to about 8-10 hours of music a day within the confines of my office.
What this seemingly casual, haphazard approach to song craft does do, is provide plenty of room for the jangled twin assault guitar work of Jason Balla and Mikey Wells who fill in the gaps where the words ‘should be’ with something far better. This is manifested in the juxtaposition between a casual portrayal of 1960s garage rock and something that stops short of the weirdness of the recent Australian psychedelic surf rock pop/rock scene, but still takes the more worthy essences of the more austere parts of a The Babe Radio type of band.
In fact this psyche/garage aesthetic is most prevalent when the tempo of tracks such as More and Sunbleed (see below) is significantly reduced to a mere jogging pace and the whole 1960’s influence is allowed to breathe along side the consistent foundation of laconic jangled riffs
I am sure I will eventually review the excellent Offers album eventually…after all I cannot play this forever, can I?