TRY THIS...- The Purveyors of Filth (Gout Records)
Respectably righteous guitar rock-a-rama makes this six-song EP by Sydney band The Purveyors of Pure Filth well worth chasing down. They might come on like Lord Screaming Sutch in top hats and tails in the graveyard on the cover, but sound like they sold their musical souls for a ride in a time machine to share stages with the Trilobites, the Melting Skyscrapers and like-minded bands, circa 1986.

Truth be told, these Purveyors are ageing urban professionals with respectable day jobs, but I have it on reliable authority that they host a fine rock and roll party whenever they can get their hands on a vacant bowling club or cruise ferry. (Gotta be careful here, they may sue.) It's through their sponsorship of said parties that they've rubbed shoulders with Chris "Klondike" Masuak so he's along for the ride on backing vocals and glockenspeil, (Yes - you read right and it's not the first time either. My trivia beats your trivia any day.)

Production is down to Klondike and Greg Clarke (Billy Thorpe, Rose Tattoo) who've rustled up a sound that's the right side of punchy with all the elements audible through a transparent but authoritative mix. There's ample Viking singalong vocals to make this ideal accompaniment for your next barbarian backyard barbecue. Just be careful to feed the men meat.

Titles can be deceptive and "Release The Bats" sounds more like The Johnnys in rocking mode than the Birthday Party. It was tempting to cite a Dubrovniks reference in "Parramatta Speedway Girls" but it's more like Roddy Ray'da from his "Orgasmatron" days with its chunky chords and call-and-response vocals. Likewise "The Kids Want More" where Jew's harp mixes it with glockspeil. That sounds odd but it works.

There's more than a speck of the Psychotic Turnbuckles in "She'll Drive You Insane".

I'd just like to close by saying that I'd be a very rich Barman if singer/guitarist Nick Ireland had paid for half the virtual schooners of Resch's he'd ordered via email over the years. - The Barman