The underground rock-n-roll revolution is being led by the trashy Melbourne scene, and these four skeezy musicians, their terrible mullets, and a goddam total rock god singer. Massively distorted chords. Smashed drums. Chanted mantras of rolling in the gutter and being spanked. Every note is true and every word is total gospel. Featured on our #64 podcast at www.hlycrp.com.

Oh fuck yes. This song rearranges my entire thinking on lyrics. I’ve been sitting around this summer picking at sad sack folks songs – and then this flaming titanic comes along: Queen of Fucking Everything. I’m kind of interested in where the emphasis hits the title? Is the word “fucking” used for emphasis – or is she the queen of fucking… everything? Awwww – now I think I’m getting off track. The voice is killer. The intensity is real. You’ve got to listen to this song. In the new wave of dirty garage rock – she is the queen! Featured on our #64 podcast at www.hlycrp.com.

These days big, unironic female rock vocals are more rare than you might think. Black Basements lean hard on melody and production, but it’s not sweet, and it’s not screaming – their sound is familiar, but distantly familiar. A cool kind of music  whose time has come, or possibly come back. Featured on our #63 podcast, www.hlycrp.com.