Podcast #117 feature Greenland Whalefishers from their new album Based On A True Story
The Skels – When The Devil’s Whore Arrives Greenland Whalefishers – Friend-Enemy Black 47 – James Connolly The Rumjacks – I’ll Tell Me Ma! Handsome Young Strangers – Limejuice Tub Greenland Whalefishers – K Says Greenland Whalefishers – Darkness Hugh Morrison – Passing Place Hugh Morrison – Dance Hall Girl Finn’s Fury – Auld Triangle The Mahones – It’s Gonna Be Alright
The Bleeding Bridge is five tracks of Aussie folk punk heaven. No frills, knock back another one folk with a punk attitude. There are three originals here, a cover of The Triffids “Wide Open Road” and a fantastic version of the Aussie standard “Limejuice Tab” – the song about sheep shearing (not shagging) in New South Wales for us non bushrangers. Check’em out in all their handsomeness below.
Five tracks here of pure Aussie ragged, jagged and raw folk-punk from somewhere in the outback based Handsome Young Strangers on their latest release the Battle Of Broken Hill EP.
The self-penned title track recounts a bizarre happening in 1915 close to Broken Hill, New South Wales when two Turks attacked a train of vacationing Aussies, killing four to bring the great war down under. The other standout track is Ned, which is about, well….Ned Kelly, Australia’s original bad boy Irish punk. The Waterboys Fisherman’s Blues is covered true to the original though honestly I prefer Ned and Battle Of Broken Hill.
A very fine EP and somewhat educational from a band soon to be spoken off in the same breath as the Go Set and the Rumjacks.
Handsome Young Strangers is a strange name for an Aussie folk-punk band, it doesn’t have the ring that I would expect for a bunch of colonial punks – it sounds way more lizard lounge or the like if you ask me. But like follow Crocodile Hunters (is that too much of a cliche?) The Currency, Mutiny and Jack flash, HYS mix Australian folk standard such as Augathella Station and Lachlan Tigers with their own originals, all done in a Stones-ish meets crusts folk punk around the camp fire with the XXXX cracked open. G’d stuff indeed mate.