Melbourne’s WOD is another band in the city’s gritty drunken-grime gutter.
However this album is as serrated and irreverent as the title suggests, imbibing in heaving, raw aggression (Not Again, Yummy Time) and languid, louche jams (the hilarious What A Drag, and Monday Morning with its laconic ocker “She’ll be right, mate” echoing in the background). It’s all done with confrontation and vitriol, yet there’s little to fear here — it’s all boozy purge, the best way to spit and sweat out the hangover.
