HEY HARRIETT
THEY ARE five Adelaidian indie-rockers with spirits as high as they’ve cranked the volume knobs on their instruments. Their biggest tunes are bursting at the seams with authentic and infectious energy, but as proved by slower cuts like “Not Allowed” and mid-tempo head-boppers like “More”, their sonic arsenal is powerfully polychromatic and their chemistry impressively dynamic.
THEY SOUND LIKE the band 2020 needs: their art comes from the heart, all down-to-earth and bullshit free, but it’s also fun as hell and delightfully sprightly.
YOU’LL DIG THEM IF YOU LIKE San Cisco, The Beths and Last Dinosaurs. They downright master that millon-dollar blend of effervescent guitars and twirling vocals hooks – you can just as easily bop along to them on the dancefloor or sit back and get lost in their transcendental soundscapes. But however you choose to enjoy them, you’re guaranteed to enjoy them.
YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT Last year’s debut EP Nipslip, which kicks off on a high note with the jaunty and jammy (and very aptly titled) “Honest”, before rolling listeners down a hill of sprightly pop and breezy folk vibes, all wrapped up in bright, noodly guitars and vocal melodies you’ll almost immediately find yourself singing along to (whether or not you actually know the words). Catch them live if you can, too – it feels truly special to watch these five loveable legends jam and gel as mates in the moment.