This is an incredible dumb-genius album from the group often described as "Australia's Flipper", a lazy comparison that might actually be doing a disservice to feedtime. True, the group does exist in the same muddy, detuned landscape as bands like Flipper and Drunks With Guns, but the trio from Sydney offer a brand of noise-blues and gloom-rock that triumphs in its raw simplicity. At a first glance, feedtime's 1985 self-titled debut kicks off with an obvious appeal, thick and romping along with grinding guitars and pounding drums, sounding like revved-up desert pub-rock made my drunken post-punks. But the buzzsaw chaos gives way to unforeseen gloomy moments that inject some genuine and profound substance into this album despite all its snarling rottenness.
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