Super Best FriendsRock dreams come true when a Melbourne three-piece make the noise of an army of frustrated teenagers.
With sweat and spit lubricating a furious soundtrack of disenfranchised angst slamming between Grinspoon’s debut and pretty much anything from Josh Homme, front-larynx Johnny Barrington is barking mad at everything from douchebags making on dumb girls in clubs to social media’s instant bestowing of an opinion to any arsehole. Barrington screams like a bogan baby hungry for its first can of VB, but Bodyjar’s deckhand Tom Larkin focuses the abrasion to a point where it all becomes irresistible.
