Hailing from Melbourne, this is a band who’ve quietly built their reputation the hard way — by turning gigs into something closer to rituals than shows. Their live performances carry a sense of occasion, while their songs are rooted in travel, struggle, hope and escape, always sounding like they’re chasing the next horizon. And for an Australian band, they earn immediate bonus points for not leaning on the obvious — this isn’t pub-rock déjà vu or AC/DC cosplay. Instead, they fuse classic rock instincts with modern indie grit, sounding both grounded and restless in equal measure.
That balance runs right through the record. “The Fight” is slow, restrained and patiently built — the kind of slow-burner that, had it been released in the 80s, would have been absolute gold everywhere. “Beautiful You, Beautiful Me” lands its emotional weight with a guitar solo that’s simply a mark of class, saying everything it needs to without ever grandstanding. “Fame” arrives full of swagger, a reminder to modern classic rockers of how it’s done, carrying just enough Bad Company attitude to strut without straining. “Postcards” strips things back to something lean and mean — no additives, no filler — and even when the band lean towards ballad territory, it feels like something lifted straight from VH1 in 1989, those build-and-explode dynamics handled with real care.
The throwback thread even runs through the radio edit of “My Angel” from their 2023 album, subtly spruced up here and fitting neatly into the bigger picture. Classic without feeling dated, nostalgic without being stuck in the past — this is a band who understand the power of restraint as much as release.
8.5/10
