For an album that’s been fermenting on the backburner for seemingly aeons, Martyr Privates comes across as straight-up Texan psych.
The juggernaut trudging beat and burr on Someone’s Head; the acid wash groove of Gold Chew; the wasted elegance of Rope & Tarp, all have the glorious taint of the spiritualised spacemen elevators about them. What makes this a different trip though is the weirdness the Brisbane trio brings to the mix – Cameron Hawes’ distinct Aussie drawl, the dirty growl of Toe The Plank, the excellently garish blitzkrieg of Bless. It’s about time.
