Sewers

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Bottom-feeder band, SEWERS combine the cunning of the Country Teasers, the wonk of The Fall and a Killdozer scrawl. It’s a stew of Australia’s finest deadly exports like King Snake Roost, Lubricated Goat, and feedtime. Sewers ain’t afraid to piss in the pond, keeping the Tasmanian tradition of inbreeding alive. Sewers was borne unto this wretched world in two, double ‘O’ eight. The band was originally a two-piece inspired by Uncle Sam’s army of skull music ala Clockcleaner, Homostupids and the local Brisbane scum talent of Kitchen’s Floor and Marl Carx. But the band vamoosed before the water was boiled leaving behind only a demo—Piss Vapours. Song ‘Lineage’ from said demo was resurrected on Negative Guest List sampler Songs of Negativity 2 and given the kiss of wax via Wings Over Gabba LP (the best songs of Negativity on NGL). Sewers were originally described by RK of Terminal Boredom as “a more feral Pheromoans”. Although lain dormant, the oil was still bubblin’ away. Eventually it seeped its way up through the soil to the surface. In mid-2011 the band started rehearsing sporadically and expanded to the standard four-piece. Some shows were played and recordings made. Album attempt number one was made in extreme heat that rivalled the Gobi desert. That session was canned, two members left and another two replaced them. Invited to go on tour by Martyr Privates they cobbled together a demo tape, which made small ripples around the world as far as Spain, USA and the UK. Take two. Set in stone, the album was to be recorded in February. However, the singers face met with a slab of sidewalk after being thrown from a moving cab and the plans were, once again, in the cement mixer. Come April and despite the extra brain damage accrued, the LP was finally recorded, accident free, at Alchemix studios in Brisbane. Sewers finally found their home in Homeless and they called it Hoisted. Llimited pressing of 400 copies only. Imported from Australia.

"Dark outback punk rock, they stay away from the swamp for the most part and invest their songs with a drier and dustier sounding presence with post-punk elements. I think feedtime or King Snake Roost are the basic references, but they take it underground with some Fall-via-Country Teasers brand of dumb-smart post-punkitude. They reprise my favorites from the tape ("Grease My Chain" is haggard yobbing about, "Sinkhole" is shambolic Wallers-esque twang. "General Gore" turns into twisted punk-n-country (again very Teasers-eque) that keeps chopping until it turns to pulp. Shan Corrigan's booze-n-cigs vocals gives the tunes a certain drunken affability and keeps the music grounded in the gutter. They close with "Human Spray", which is their most frantic-sounding cut, a rousing song to chase a hog around the pen to. Glad these tunes found a home on vinyl, and Homeless is a most fitting label. (RK, Terminal-Boredom)