The raucous, pulsing joys of a scuzz-spattered house party
Co-produced by Richard Pike of Aussie electro rockers PVT, DZ Deathrays’ debut album, ‘Bloodstreams’, was recorded in Queensland in less than two weeks. Rumour has it that Simon Ridley (drums/vox) and Shane Parsons (vox/guitar) perfected 14 songs in 14 days, the outcome of which is a furiously energetic rumble of sweaty, scratched-throat dedication and a semi-DIY dissection of punk rock’s egoless fun side.
From the moment you hear the bassless, guitar pedal-wielding ‘Intro’, ‘Bloodstreams’ beckons you to embrace a cocktail of condensation-raining ceilings and nose bleeds that you don’t mind splattering over your favourite Black Flag tee. ‘Teenage Kickstarts’ sounds out a sticky grunge riff, the sort found lurking in the coolest basements of dire towns, and ‘Cops Capacity’ is a clear example of how a band born from playing secret house parties in their native Brisbane couldn’t be kept under wraps forever. This album has the potential to make your little sister want to shave her head and invest in mock leather hotpants. It’s the penned seduction of a weekend of irresponsibility and a Monday full of inferior excuses.
DZ’s debut EP, 2009’s ‘Ruined My Life’, was recorded live at a house party and that ‘anything goes’ vibe is still present throughout this polished full length. If you’re somewhat unfamiliar with their tone, conjure up the eager grittiness of Pulled Apart By Horses met by Bill And Ted gatecrashing a DFA 1979 gig. A true gob full of 2am, beer spilt, ruined sofa bliss. ‘Play Dead Until You’re Dead’ hits a deeper, slower pace, gaining breath for ‘Gebbie Street’ which informs you “You know our bodies make the right conversation”, swanning in and out of your earholes like a rather loud, dirty joke. ‘Dollar Chills’ hones in with a distinctive drum thud, relentless and string-manipulating at its peak. The delightful (no, really) ‘Debt Death’ gets noisier still, triggering rave ambitions and climaxing before the drone-infested carry on of ‘Dumb It Down’.
Like Trash Talk, their label mates before them, DZ Deathrays have already stirred up adequate credentials with a ‘no rules here’ fever burning right off their skulls. For the cynics, perhaps this won’t be the most technically challenging band you come across this year, nor can their studio work feign the notion, but they’ll certainly be one of the most fun additions to your stereo should you choose to embrace them. And embrace them you should; for all that ‘Bloodstreams’ dilutes in musical theory, it smashes in invested enthusiasm.