The brief re-emergence in of Liam, the prodigal son, in Hobart and the permanent return of the unstoppable force that is Matt Cocks from the north-west in the spring of 2014 was seen by me (Dale) at least, as a sign, and more than enough reason to start jamming some hardcore. We wrote a couple of songs, threw a bass at Richie, which luckily he caught, and played our first show to punters not too long after that. By December we were dead, but like zombies we re-awoke in January, shook off the dirt, and ran the last electric shivers down the throats of microphones one last time to produce this, the swan song of a group who continue to look at what is still to come with a lust and fire that cannot be sated.
Everything takes forever, but in this, we captured moments, and they are now your moments to re-live.
released July 21, 2015
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nic White. (He threw in some backing vocals too.)
Matt Cocks-drums, percussion, maracas, harmonica, singing bowls, vocals
Liam White-guitars, thumb piano, singing bowls, vocals
Richie Cuskelly-bass, singing bowls, vocals
Dale Evans-vocals, singing bowls
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