Wetting The Blanket

Melbourne miscreants Wet Blankets launch their debut LP Rise of Wet Blankets this on Friday downstairs at Grace Darling, with Cuntz and Bonniwells in support - shit, what a cracker. I haven't heard the album yet, but seeing as 'Fridge Too Far' is a goddamn blister-buster of a track, clocking in at 83 seconds and melting the walls without breaking a sweat (or getting any sleep, cos it's the middle of the night), I reckon it's going to be excellent. The record is out through Anti-Fade Records too, who have pushed both of the Living Eyes' excellent albums, so quality is assured.

A Wet Education

Geelong, you are excelling at stupid punk rock I do admit. My current favourite (and I was told about these guys by Jake from Ausmuteants the only time I have met him, at the Tote back in May when he and Roland (Cobwebbs/Barbiturates) were telling me about Drug Sweat, so it's my fault it's taken so long) is Wet Blankets. This trio roll up, smash out some distinctly Australian punk, and roll out, a toxic wasteland in their wake. They have just released Hex Education Hour through Italian label Goodbye Boozy, and this 7" doesn't fuck about. But then again, it kinda does. For just when the bedrock of the songs sound aggressive and bug-eyed, they sing about Dave n Joyce. It's raw, it's powerful, it's tight and yet somehow loose as fuck - with all songs barely breaching a minute. Wet Blankets is the kind of band that should do weddings. ALL OF THEM.

Grab Hex Education Hour here.