Limited edition transparent lime vinyl.
Third album of chorus peddle-led downer punk from Sydney's best and, as usual, it's one in the eye (and a few more in the gut) for anyone that thinks it's all Homes Down Under aspirational living in Australia's money capital. The lyrical concerns are as acerbic and acidic as ever, taking swipes at the gentrified classes and toxic masculinity, but still digging flowers out of a few dustbins. In the gutter, staring at the stars etc etc, but there's very little that's pat about Low Life - there's few bands that sound so authentically simultaneously enraged and romantic, i think. Fitting, or perhaps purposeful, that they do this while hitting the meeting point between Husker Du and early Oasis, which i suppose means Sugar or Creation before the money kicked in? And i can't think of many things more authentically romantic than early Oasis tbqh.This is highly charged, wide lens punk (which concludes with a string-led outro of all things), equal parts brutal and sincere (brutally sincere/sincerely brutal). For whatever reason, bands like Low Life increasingly feel like a dying breed. Hold on to them while you can.