No doubt hijacking your nearest retro funk club, this Brisbane eight-piece are a Molotov cocktail of basement funk, '60s fuzz and beach hut vibes.
Armed with a diverse skill set and copious flair, the album opens with the sustain and release tension of Gothic Surf Club and its transgressively advancing horns, before plunging into the deep soul grooves of Valley Heat and the righteous organ swing of The Kids At No. 3. The Francis Wolves is a freewheeling groover to turn on, tune in and drop out to.
