June 24th, 2014
Crash-bang-pow is out; the calculated killer hook is in. Harmless brushfire quips replaced by the inferno of an iron smelter. Pop was out but then missed like a high school sweetheart and allowed back in. And that 70’s punk showmanship? There’s still not enough of that in the world. That’s where Melbourne’s THEM BRUINS come in, re-emerging from that crazed cocoon triumphant. They carry with them a brand of hulking, sparkling, cyborg rock that spits pith and vinegar on the prepubescent stylings of those Them Bruins boys of yore. Their recasting as one of Australia’s mosty promising rock bands comes in the shape of ‘Barrenlands’ -a venomous scream-along of a tribute to all that slowly kills you. Depressed much? Not really. Not yet. Now shut up and sing it with me *Do-do, do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do*.