Please Don't Call Me A Liar
Forty-two-point-something fucking degrees and anywhere between four and two cold ones at the close of play, but definitely never none. 'Tis was the holiday season after all, time for excess of all angles — alcohol, reflection, hope etc. And while I'll be over-analysing my relationship with the former forever, it's the latter pair there that's the subject here.
The debut from National Capital post-punx Lower Body proved a perfect companion to this time of year, with its equal viewpoint of then 'n' now — rear-view plain-spoken cataloguing of life offset by open-plain, fullscreen, all-world expectations. Here we go. Hurtle into a new one, all options are back on. Or twelve months of the same dull shit, so what's the point?
While all four tracks featured on their self-titled 12" EP are fucking brilliant, my personal pick is closer "The Moonlight Will Dapple". New year, but I'm still a sucker for mundanity mushed against fist-clenched purpose.
Lower Body co-headline new Sydney venue 96 Tears alongside fellow Canberrans Earache on Friday, January 11th, with local support from Negative Gears, Loose Fit and Soft Touch.