Turn Out Your Sockets LP
It´s a shame, that bloody Bore´n´Roll rag Rolling Stone didn´t react to the gauntlet I slapped in their face with my last review for the Debut LP of BAD VISION back in 2014 telling them to do a special of these Melbournists. Even more disgraceful for this boring old music jounalist farts is the fact that they did not even get hooked on my paramountly poetic hints of tanked armadillos, LSD and Roky Erickson being evident in the sound of BAD VISION having convinced me to deliver eight points back then.
Pudency, ignominy and and infamy shall overcome them for such ignorance !
So keep on digging for unreleased output from Dylan´s armpits you old men, bad luck you´ll subsequently also not be able to understand why BAD VISION are able to even surpass their prior ouput with “Turn Out Your Sockets” and clock in for nine points now, steadily oscillating between the poles of Pop, Punk and Garage like a love letter written to the PIXIES by Jay Reatard and stamped by the FEELIES.
Apart from that the Aussie Punk heritage is still strong within´ their sound as well with reciting the choppy grumble slop of the LEFTOVERS out for a bath salt therapy with the “Hilton Bomber” yearbook of the THOUGHT CRIMINALS.
Delivering food for thoughtcrimes in the modern age they have been roasted well done under the ozone hole sun with a leery David Thomas on their side threatening them to wind up his Rocket Redux crooked stick around their necks.
The BAD VISION style is to have no definite style but offer well thought out surpises instead by offering you a snottily remote trash can equivalent to ROYAL HEADACHE underlining the renowned australian tradition to spawn bands with a special bite and vibe whose music is as origin as the life circumstances of their continent.