The Perth songwriter and co-release their first material since 2018.
After quitting his job in favour of busking at the age of 19 and multiple hungover dismissals from other roles, Bibby decided to focus on music more as a career option. It has paid off well in his favour. Now two albums deep and managed under Spinning Top Records (Tame Impala, POND, GUM), his previous work smells of sweat and Fosters and finds a home amongst Australia’s infamous psych/punk scene. Easy comparisons can be drawn to The Chats, The Murlocs and The Mystic Braves. Lyrics are straight as they are witty, the melodies are 60’s pop in their simplicity. From the off, Bibby’s new single feels a step forward from previous work.
Bibbys lyrics capture singular moments of thought, this one being a stranded and senile moan about being lost at sea. Raw emotion is scratched like nails on a chalkboard into his desperate and moaned vocal delivery.
On writing the track, Bibby comments; “I used a vibrato on the guitars to give it a wobbly seasick kind of sound, and we had some mates join us in the studio to sing along and clink beers together in the final chorus to give the vibe of a pack of people getting drunk on a boat.”
This time round, however, the country/bluesy twangs are replaced by tsunami sized licks of distorted garage rock, bearing similarities to American West Coast acts such as Ty Seagal. The tempo fluctuates from section to section, a persistent piano lurks above the verses, before one last tidal wave hits for the final chorus. Bibby’s vocals are desperate and longing, yet still engage on this danger from down under.
It’s loud, it’s fun and it’s appropriate for a walk on a blistering hot day. But most importantly, it reminds us what the Australian punk scene is capable of.
Listen to the track and watch the video here;
Photo by Annie Harvey.