MAX QUINN

HE IS

A living meme, the unofficial Prime Minister of the online Australian music community, and a singer-songwriter from Ballina with a penchant for viscerally poignant lyrical themes and ballads that’ll still make you want to pump your fists. HE SOUNDS LIKE

The sonic equivalent of slipping into a nice, warm bath with a mug of hot choccy after a tough winter’s day on the clock. No matter your ailments, Quinn’s music is as therapeutic as it is fun (see: very). YOU’LL DIG HIM IF YOU LIKE

Kisschasy, Something For Kate and Courtney Barnett. There’s a hint of folk lingering in the shadows of his punchy pop-rock numbers, but the primary flavours are ripping guitars, walloping drums, and a heavily accented holler that instantly ropes you in and demands your attention – that is, until you’ve learned all the lyrics and you find yourself belting along with Quinn. ‘00s alt-rock fanatics will fall head over heels before the first chorus ends. YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT

Last year’s slow-burning soul-thumper “Live Again” and its raw and enigmatic predecessor “Serotonin”. Both are witty and warbly pop jams about Quinn’s struggles with mental health, made all the more powerful with their riveting choruses and warm, lightly distorted guitar parts. Delicious.