The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music -

TIM Ire­land’s 2005 de­but Down in the Well , with its art­ful lyrics, great tunes and dis­tinc­tive vo­cals, her­alded the ar­rival of a for­mi­da­ble artist, ex­pand­ing an ar­dent fan base the Syd­ney- based singer- song­writer had been build­ing for years. Strong as Down in the Well was, Ire­land, sea­soned and strength­ened by band work in the in­terim, wanted to go heavy, to make a rock record. Pseudo- science is that record. The six- track mini- album kicks like a mule, sound­ing at times like Neil Finn in his rock mode, but with more edge, a bet­ter rock scream, and with songs not one whit less sub­stan­tial. The opener Junk Genes (‘‘ what if my genes were junk, what would I pass on?’’) puts you quickly in the pic­ture. It rocks hard, with lay­ers of melody and high- oc­tane rif­fery. Eadie’s Song re­calls Mi­randa’s from the first record, but blazes into Mid­night Oil ter­ri­tory. My Baby Thinks She’s a Fortress adds a roots- blues el­e­ment to things, while Anec­dote 11 is al­most Floy­dian. Only the gor­geous Gil­lian Welch- penned Ev­ery­thing is Free is redo­lent of the heartache found Down in the Well . Pseudo- science Tim Ire­land Vi­ta­min

Ian Cuth­bert­son

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