The city of Brisbane is now a place The Chats call home, having relocated from the seaside town of Sunny Coast following the release of their debut album High Risk Behaviour. It has it’s advantages; for instance lockdown was far less draconian there then the one imposed in Melbourne which left Amyl And The Sniffers feeing like they were in prison – and it’s so hot that drinking early in the day is more socially acceptable (According to them).
Anyone worried that city life might’ve knocked off some of the trio’s rougher edges need not worry. From the their second album’s title, to the aspirational I’ve Been Drunk In Every Pub In Brisbane and via the fourty odd ticks of Southport Superman, Eamon Sandwith and co. have unquestionably gone faster, louder and ruder this time round.
Amongst the buzzsawing mayhem the evident truth is that Sandwith is a natural storyteller, a quality best underlined on tracks like The Price of Smokes and Paid Late, whilst the band clearly don’t suffer much from homesickness if Emperor of The Beach is any kind of guide. Above all, it’s still fun enough so that even the slightly more serious message of Panic Attack doesn’t ruin anyone’s party, which is their mandate to choose. See you in Tomcat for a few later.
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