Sister in the Dunes by White Lodge
The self-proclaimed ‘Australian Garage Punk Slaves’ White Lodge have been well and truly on my radar for over a year now. Drowning in reverb, coated in fuzz and knee-deep in paranoia, the four piece reliably pump out tracks that are as filthy as they are thrashable. In their 2016 self-titled LP, the Gold Coast punks sit proudly at the intersection of slimy scuzz rock and okka power pop, making them the sick heroin-baby of fellow QLD rockers Babaganouj and Bleeding Knees Club.
On Sister in the Dunes, haunting, drunken, drawling vocals warble atop the unholy marriage of an anxious drumbeat and unshakeable bassline, alongside screeching fuzzed-to-the-gills guitar shredding, forcing the listener even further into themselves. The track is hypnotic, bullying and bruising the listener with an onslaught of grimy beach-goth darkness. Just as the song is becoming almost too claustrophobic, the floor falls from beneath the band room and we are falling in slow motion with the same bittersweet taste in our mouths that permeates the final scene of The Rocky Horror Picture show. Next, the druggy haze is pierced by the sound of a trumpet – something that by all accounts should not work, but somehow does.
The Cramps got drunk and turned their guitars up to eleven to cover the Strokes on an abandoned subway platform.
Look out for:
Any and all shows the White Lodge boys play – keep up to date via their facebook page