Second Stab: Rhodes
“Morning” / Eeves
“Life Expectancy” / Mausi
“Move” / Drenge

round two 1

Some heavy Killing Moon father/son/brother bonding took place today. We actually managed to convince the old man and slightly-older-than-us bronelius to come out frolicking in a nearby park to the parental home called the Bunny Park. We have been going to the Bunny Park since we were about yea-high. We’ve not really figured out why it’s called the Bunny Park. Presumably because there are bunnies within its perimeter. We tried to give Father KM a push down the hill amidst an army’s-worth of children-turned-professional sledgers, but he didn’t get far. Same deal with Brother Killing Moon. We then turned our attention to constructing a chubby dick out of the surprisingly-ample amount of sludgey snow that had overtaken the football field in the park, mainly as Father KM had informed us it would make our maternal grandmother proud of us (he then went to go on that Hindus are massively into that kind of stuff, apparently for aesthetic purposes only), but also because nobody else in the area appeared to be doing it. Now that we’re back in the family home, we realise that we haven’t done a Second Stab feature for a while, whereby we big up the recent outputs of Track Of The Dayers of the past that we have otherwise run out of features/excuses to hype up even further. Plus, it is Sunday. We might do this thing as a Second Stab Sunday from hereon in. Let’s see how it goes, shall we?


Acoustic guy Rhodes seems to be receiving quite the pick-up since we plonked up previous Track Of The Day Alter a little while back. Not that any of the credit is attributable to us or anything. The guy’s got quite the penmanship, and one of those enchanting Damien Rice sort-of husky croonster voices that make all the ladies go “oooooooooh”. An award-winning combination, we think you’ll agree, and when coupled with the man’s aptitude for gut wrenchingly-brilliant lyricism, you can see this rivalling new guys George Ezra, James Bay and Todd Dorigo in more ways that one. We dream of organising a four-way battle royale between these heavyweight champions of the singer-songwriter world, much in the same way as Metal Hammer’s Get In The Ring days of yore, whereby the victor is declared upon rendering the other contestants to a pile of emotional mess on account of how overpowerfully moving their vibes are. We’ll get back to you on that one.

Rhodes – Morning


Our buddy-boys from the ‘Toon, Eeves, since knocking our socks off with their post-rock spin on the likes o’ Pixies and Jimmy Eat World at Club Killing Moon at some point in 2012, have spent the time between then and now rather productively in terms of honing their craft and sweating it out in the studio. From what we understand it hasn’t been the easiest ride for Peter and co – words in email correspondence include the words “blood”, “sweat”, and/or “tears” – but if new effort Life Expentancy is anything to go by then we don’t feel too bad about going ahead and saying that, from where we are sitting, it was totally worth it.

Eeves – Life Expectancy


So long as bands like Mausi are around, there is hope for pop music.

Mausi – Move


Drenge. Bloody Drenge. We’ve written about bloody Drenge fucking loads. We can’t help it. We’re just slaves to their particular groove. Now we’re pure bona fide fanboys – upon getting word that our favourite brotherly rock duo have signed their asses over to one of our favourite labels Infectious just before the end of last year, we can only guess what kind of spicy twists they have in store for this one. They’ve kicked off proceedings by unveiling new track/clip Bloodsports. Largely, the video features the guys walking around a dog racing track. Dog racing, as far as we’re aware, is not a blood sport. It’s more of a racing sport. Although we can imagine shit gets real wherever gambling is involved. Anyway, this is furtherance of the band’s own take on the bluesy stoner-rock stylings of Queens Of The Stone Age, Band Of Skulls, mixed in with the vitality and inherent confidence of youth. We also reckon there’s a bit of Maximo Park‘s spiky-guitars vibe present here. Nice.


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