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Better late than never. Keeping on top of things has never really been our thing anyway. And Dead Farmers probably think the same. Segways? Future transportation device that you'll probably not see these fellas scootin' around on anytime soon either. Their deeply entrenched in a forgotten era. Some people have told me this is what Iggy Pop sounded like at his best. But I'm not that old and don't care for research and those Iggy high-points are clearly long gone. These days you just see him at the Big Day Out every year, topping up his chest melanomas and looking more and more like that old bird from Something About Mary so that when he appears on car insurance ads on to the back of buses in London (yeah, not even the big side ads) he's only just recognisable enough to evoke memories of rebellious youth over memories of jizz being used for hair creme.

Ben Stiller? Rollerblades? Big Day Out? How did we get so off track here? Maybe it's that kind of distracted stupidity that got us here, "reviewing" this album about ten months after it was released. Only on vinyl. Maybe with a download code, I can't remember. Probably not. Because there's no room for technology here. Deeply indebted to the past these boys. Oh wait, we've already mentioned that. Ok, well it's not what you think anyway. They're not like every other band on Planet Earth who have found their parent's record collections, flipped through and found some obvious reference points. These guys live and breathe this. I don't know the band personally. I mean I might have met some of them before. Not 100% sure. Probably not. But I don't need to ask them about their beliefs. You can hear it in their voices. You can hear it in the stupidly overhammed guitar solos that repeatedly ejaculate all over the tired vocals and exhausted steady (Eddy) rhythms in a glorious declaration of chest-thumping/donkey-punching masculinity. There's genuine passion in every muffled vocal, every inch of music committed to tape. Confident, fuck-off swagger in every riff. All 28 chaotic minutes.

I think the main reason it took me so long to write about this record is because it's high quality was completely expected. That might sound like a ludicrous statement considering this is the band's debut full-length, but given their remarkably consistent (loud) live performances over the past four-or-so years and those involved with this release (R.I.P Society as "the suits", with production work from Owen Penglis from Straight Arrows and Mikey Young from Eddy Current Suppression Ring) it was highly likely the band would hang onto their testicles-on-a-railway rawness.

If you don't already think these guys are one of the most important bands in Sydney then buy/steal this record immediately.

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I regard the guitar solo in 'Iron Giant' as my favourite guitar solo of all time. First time I heard it I knew that it was. Then I thought I was just being a wanker, but every time I listen it has the same effect. And I've been listening for well over a year. Pretty sure I was right

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