So I found in my hot little paws a copy of the new 7-inch by Rathead, Sick Of My Brain/Drinks. Gonna give it some bonus points ahead of the final siren for the true genius of having it pressed outta vinyl made from the last ever batch of Green Slime (though Slime With Worms woulda been cooler!). Great touch, guys!
Rathead are based in Shepparton, not too far from the NSW/Mexico border, and are comprised of Taylor Bain, who wields the guitar and handles the vocals and Sam McPherson on drums and backing vox.
Soundwise, they immediately brought to mind a tonne of mid-80’s post-Detroit style riffnroll. No-one I could really put my finger on, but the vibe was as familiar as ya fave boots. Continue reading →
Despite being a small rural city with virtually no music scene to speak of, Shepparton is surprisingly chockas with great musicians. While only a measly few have broken the mould and been able to Sheppresent to the wider world in recent times (Australia’s answer to Ice Cube: Briggs, for one), there are plenty of sick tunes banging around in the 3630 if you just take the time to listen for them. One such example is the two-piece skate-punk band Rathead, who are just gearing up to drop their debut EP on April 23rd.
Rathead is Sam McPherson (Platypus) and Taylor Bain (Inedia, System Failure). The boys play the kind of music you would have heard on Tony Hawks Pro Skater 2 if only they weren’t 16 years too late (that’s a good thing). Their self titled debut drops in like a drunk Dustin Dollin with ‘Anything’, a song that bleeds melodic charisma while staying true to DIY punk-rock code of conduct. The production is raw as fuck and lends itself perfectly to the band’s stripped back style. Taylor Bains vocal style pays homage to ’80s skate-punk pioneers Gray Matter, yet retains a unique and refreshing tone for a heavy band. One thing that sets Rathead apart from their contemporaries is that they don’t rely on excessive screaming to give their songs an edge, nor do they indulge in any drawn out guitar solos. It’s just no-nonsense, get-to-the-fucking-point punk rock. Continue reading →