Slow Riots LIVE
Tempo Hotel, Fortitude Valley
July 2012
A Sunday night is not part of
the real weekend- it’s a grey period where hangovers from the real weekend are dwarved
by the looming inevitability of Monday morning evil. But nonetheless, there are always those who
refuse Monday’s forthcoming. On the corner of McLachlan St and Brunswick Street lies the Tempo Hotel-
offering free entry and a refuge to wait for a missed train. On that night were
a few misfit bands who were turning up their amps as most people were turning
in. Thin White Lines, Junkyard Diamonds
and Slow Riots were playing, but this writer only got to stumbled upon the last
band, Slow Riots. Members
James Hilan, Shannon Kelly and Jacob Dawod took to the vastness of the Tempo’s
main room without a care to who dared listen. Despite a chilled crowd and only
2 days of promotion, and guitars that needed setting up, Slow Riots were there to preach their noise come
hell or high water..
Playing new material and songs
off their Bored EP, the live sound
was nonetheless fat as ever. The power trio played their short and punchy
verses, which were complimented with lush interludes of sonic noise. At other times, their
chorus-saturated cleanliness gets instantly obliterated to nothing by ensuing
walls of crunchy noise. This music is not for lazy Sunday nights- the pulse and
power demands the energy of sweaty, intoxicating Friday nights. The band’s core
is Hilan’s guitar, with everything else falling behind.
The bass pulsed unassuming
rhythm and gave the needed low tone for when the guitar decided to cut into the
highs. The drum’s groove provided the anchoring beat for both stronger choruses
and for periods of droning, instrumental interludes that dotted their set. And
whenever Hilan was free from vocal duties he was jumping around; oblivious to all
else but his feel. It seems Slow Riots conceal stretched out, lengthened
melodic guitar behind super-crunched tones and euphoric rhythm. When they ditch
the distortion and thumping, what emerges is their core melodic guitar, which
usually hides under the impressive heavy.
Little Shadow

Listen
to:
Altruistic, Tattoos are for Lonely People
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Young Griffo
A bunch of lads with indie rock
in their hearts and distorted guitars in their hands. The songs are screaming
to be played live, and I’m sure it’d be no hard task with the amounts of fire
and fuzz they’ve got at their disposal. Full of energetic rhythms, a disregard
for sound barriers and bitterness towards lacklustre, Young Griffo is here for
all who dare to listen. Opening for acts in 2011 such as British India and One
Thousand Needles in Red, their efforts are making tracks- including a place in 4ZZZ’s Hot 100 in 2010, Their
latest release, the Tiny Island EP
shows they’ve still got plenty creative fuel left to burn.
Listen
to: Pennies, Tiny Islands
Digital Natives
Sparked by mutual interest in Tame
Impala, the resulting jams grew to the point where they could either ditch
their mountains of music, or start a band. Following the wise choice, Digital
Natives resulted. Their first single, Acid
Wash was released this year. The debut sound borders on solemn post-punk,
but with more dynamics and energy. With only one song released, it’s impossible
to get a clear idea of the guys. But it’s a great start, and hopefully they’ll stop teasing and learn to share.
Listen
to: Acid Wash
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The Young Professionals
The 4 tracks on the Europa EP serve sonic noise with the odd scream that sneaks into the vocals. Young Professionals’ sound has respect for both solid songwriting and demented guitar solos. Each tune develops a solid base then goes off on a chaotic tangent. It keeps the songs fresh and free of mind-numbing repetition. Most of the songs sound great for the live setting, but the only judges for that on are their many fans.
Listen
to: Deathbed, Coming Into Money, Europa
Nova Scotia

Teeming with ambiguous riffs and keen pop sensibility, Nova Scotia
have created an album that has brought the best of their earlier EP’s into one fiercely
beautiful collection of sound. Simple drums and supportive bass give much
needed room for their thick lattice of fuzzed guitars. The efforts of Dan, Nathan, Scott, Ash, Cam and the
production and mixing from Andrew White have resulted in an album that comes
across with ferocity from their tasteful layering and crunchy texture.
Listen
to: Teeming With Voices, Everything is Perfect,
Doz Titanic
Discography:
- Bear Smashes Photocopier- EP (2007)
- Maritime Disasters- EP (2008)
- Nova Scotia- Debut Album (2011)
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Swan Song
A
newly formed project made up of members from Brisbane punk bands Fires Of Waco,
To The North, Epithets, Waiting Room and Shakes. Don’t know if they play this
stuff live yet, but the music they’re making on record is definitely worth the
mention.
Everything about this EP shows
how the coming together of separate parts makes the most interesting music. Its
melodic, but moody, relatable but disparate.
The production of Mark Perry and the greatness of the band has accomplished
making music with the mood of sombre post-punk at its heart. Everything has sense, like everything played
on tape is there only because it has to be.
The minimalist guitar of Ryan Sim underpins the melancholic and emotional lyrics of Steven Millar Scott ring
through. The bass of Cameron Gillard and drums of Simon Reynolds provide a
solid underlying rhythm that carries the melodies and notes to a far stronger
place. Hope these guys don’t make this project a once off- because
their chemistry in creation is obvious, otherwise these songs would not sound
as strong as some of these tracks do.
Listen
to: 2000 Years, Hold Up Your Right Hand
- Love is a Consciousness- EP (May 2012)
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Junkyard Diamonds
Imagine mixing raw garage, post
punk and gritty attitude into a blender and never turning the thing off. That’s
one humble way of describing this 5 piece powerhouse. But who knows how much longer Junkyard
Diamonds will go before they explode? Hopefully their subtle pop sensibilities
will keep that meltdown at bay, at least long enough for their new EP to be
released.
Due out in August, Junkyard
Diamond’s self-titled EP screams with face-smashing crunch and dances with
moments of textured cleanliness. The songs are either drawn out and slow to change,
or they’re packed with punch and power. The gargling vocals provide a rare anchor
for a band flying around their tantalizing possibilities. More than anything,
the EP reveals a bunch of guys who are on the verge of fully harnessing their noise
and chaos. An example of their potential for awesomeness is blared out in full
glory with Chrysalis; a rare moment
on the EP where the fusion of rhythm, melody and rawness is easily jackhammered
into the brain. This EP seeps out signs of life from a band who are teasing
with their ability and possibilities. Their next release will show whether
these guys are headed for eruption or stagnation.
Listen
to: Chrysalis, Love Candle
Valley Vibes @ Fortitude Valley PCYC
Separated by car dealerships and community pools, Fortitude Valley's PCYC sits isolated from all the other live venues. It's definitely the king noisemaker of Wickham Street's northern end; given the closest contestant would probably be the local church's choir. After second-guessing the existence of a venue in such a place, it was nice to walk though the PCYC's doors and find a little nest of live noise. Full of animal costumes and all age rejoice, the vibe inside was completely insular to the nothingness of outside.
With a total of two stages, bands were divided between a basketball court and a tiny upstairs room- easily found by following the vibrating walls. The fact that these bands were playing all ages gigs should make people feel warm and fuzzy- but it probably won't. The festival featured bands from Brisbane, Gold and Sunshine Coast- from the noise of Those Clever Foxes to the cringey pop-punk of Double Lined Minority. There were dancing gorillas, stormed stages and more sounds than you could poke a stick at.
In the basketball court there was volume, room, and overused smoke machines. Head upstairs and it was the opposite. Everyone sitting down, mellowed out and entranced in the mild mood. That was until a band started on the basketball court. The volume boomed upstairs through the walls and floors, which resulted in herds of people migrating towards the tantalising rumbles. Apart from that, the festival seemed average for an all ages gig, and hats off to the bands though- playing to a sober crowd is always harder. Smoke machine abuse and sweaty costumes had taken their toll by the tender closing time of 9pm; just as the 18+ begin to swarm the venues of a Saturday Fortitude Valley.
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