The Hello Morning are really just on their way to BIGSOUND, then probably SXSW, then the world. There's a buzz around them that should materialise into something huge very soon. Along the way though, they seemed happy to hang out with a few mates and entertain the good folk at the Annandale. Their blues rendition of Ring Of Fire was an amazing jam that really warranted its own lyrics, while the My Morning Jacket comparison was impossible to ignore.
Vocalist Ryan Dooley may have been trying to channel his inner rock god, but man he looks like Greg Proops. Thankfully All The Young sound nothing like an ageing comedy great. It's really hard to ignore the Britishness of their sound, with a Stoned Roses and (gulp) Oasis vibe to many of their tracks. This is not a bad thing, as they have more variety than your average stoner guitar fuzz bomb and a pop luminescence that conjures The Lemonheads or Jebediah. Their music rolls like that of fun., drilling into your brain a '90s-anchored melody that could be at home on the Singles soundtrack.
Forget everything you've heard or read about King Cannons. They don't sound like fucking Bruce Springsteen! Ian Moss, Diesel, Ramones, The Who, even a little UB40 – but not some middle of the road clichéd heartstring manipulator. This band will tear your balls out, swing you round and make you proud to be a fan. Too Young is earnest and energetic, On Our Own has amazing harmonies in a country time signature and Teenage Dreams is a perfect piece of ska. Their strange mix of genres works unbelievably well, melding to create their unique punk rock sha na na sound that makes your arse move and rings in your ears for days. The festival backstory of Charlie O was great to hear, while the dedication of The Last Post to the out of towners gave the song a new angle. The singles Take The Rock and Stand Right Up raised the roof while a personal highlight was Gasoline. King Cannons are one of the most genuine, enthusiastic and bloody great fun bands on the road today.