Newish Melbourne (Australia) band plays a brittle little jangly thing for you:
The lyrics capture that weird luminous young-adult state of doing shitwork in the early-morning outdoors and somehow finding meaning in the bug bites and the repetition. It reminds me a lot of John Porcellino's Diary of a Mosquito Abatement Man in terms of content and kind of makes me think about those moments on Wimp Factor 14 records when things broke down a bit and there was space, maybe a small instrument strumming.
The rest of the album has yet to grab me, but I would love to hear more songs of youthful woe and wonder along these lines.
