McSweeney has a multitude of messages to relay and fulfils his mission in displaying the full gamut of human flaws and sins, all presented here in sonically sublime, reckless and reigning chaos.
McSweeney's grief is palpable throughout, but it's always cutting nonetheless. Despite the gushing symphonic sweeps and restrained piano tinkles, opener Vampires Are Chasing Me signifies a desperate journey ahead if his drawl is anything to go by. He ups the Maynard/Tool factor in the twin songs Dead Children and Dead Adults, which both embody that sometimes formless chaos of old with buzzing guitars and tense strings. Easps and Fall Of Rome underline the alt-rock/industrial vibe, and the creepy Streets, with its through-the-looking-glass narrative, follows suit, but there's trilling strings, choral backing and the odd embellished guitar wail splashed here and there. It's an absorbing and disturbing tapestry laced through these 13 tracks and it's difficult not to be mesmerised by its scale.
It's almost inconsequential whatever is said about TRINC: McSweeney has a multitude of messages to relay and fulfils his mission in displaying the full gamut of human flaws and sins, all presented here in sonically sublime, reckless and reigning chaos.
This week's new sets include music from locals Gurrumul, Josh Pyke and West Thebarton Brothel Party plus new tunes from The Maccabees and Albert Hammond Jr.