By Bangs, there's so much great stuff out there waiting to be unearthed.
A reader sent me the link through to this - primal garage rock, played just the way I like it. Vim, vigour, vitality, with viccisitude and a little bit of Bo Diddley, good and grungy (in the old-fashioned, 1988 Happy Mondays/1957 Johnny Burnette, sense of the word), from Melbourne (a city that grows ever more attractive the more I refuse to move there) and of course female. You can tell they're a two-piece, straight off. You can tell they think they're Phil Spector (but of course are nothing of the sort). There's a little bit of rockabilly, a little bit of 60s primordial ooze.
I'm informed they're killerdiller live. I can well believe it.
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