Reviews / Album

No-nonsense hard rock.

The slightly raspy waver in David Bridie’s voice provides a feeling of distant heat haze and space that marks some of the best Australian music.

Obsidian sounds like Wiesenfeld crying while drunk and half-submerged in a bathtub of cold water, but he actually makes it sounds sexy.

What we have here is the perfect recipe for yet another summery lo-fi bedroom-pop record.

Powerfully sexual and fuzzed out 40 minutes of blues punk rock’n’roll.

This is not the Sigur Rós of old.

Crystal Fighters’ music may not necessarily challenge listeners, but it certainly is creative and flippantly gratifying.

This debut is polished, with a collection of those magic moments of whimsy and temperament that will soon enough set them apart from the pack.

Delta’s experimentation would be irrelevant if the band had delivered sufficiently crafted songs. Unfortunately, everything feels half-complete and slapped together.

That the scope of observation is so narrow, Men Of Substance’s impact is instantly limited as much as, say, a semi-decent Christmas album.