Here’s a Sydney-based trio called Bloods and here’s their EP, Golden Fang. And I like this – because I hear a bit of obvious Donnas/Go-Go’s-type thing happening, but actually it’s more about the fact that the vocals soar in a Neko Case-with-the-New Pornographers kinda way. Opener, No Fun, fades into place, a total Donnas-styled chant, a wee hint of those 90s things too, L7 and such, though more overtly pop-styled, happier, less sludge too.
This sort of thing is dime a dozen – but the way to separate it is easy too – it has to sound good. And Bloods has the shtick down, Into My Arms is a short, sharp burst of powerpop-styled punkish energy. Bodies has a Buzzcocks-like guitar thread transporting it from stock/filler to another happy highlight and Back To You has a change of pace, a slow, Pixie-esque intro, a wee hint of that 1950s girl-group feel and sound that is appropriated as part of the garage-rock shtick.
Hailing Down feels like we’re spying in on the teenage Neko Case, she’s just getting something off her chest and then the closer, Language, has that great curl of primitive guitar, bent into a surf-rock shape with pounding drums. A bit of a Deal sisters vibe. Golden Fang is 16 minutes of perfectly imperfect back-shed rock’n’roll. It’s been done before. It’ll be done again. But they’re doing it well.