I went to a Punk gig last night with fellow SGTMTer Tom. I got lost on the Underground (the Northern line baffles me), we ate Burritos alfresco and then saw an Israeli Punk band and an aging, once revered, American Punk act. All in Islington. Odd.
Team SGTMT don’t get out much (Tim has mental issues and needs 24hr care), so we were pretty excited, like prisoners on a day trip or that Whale chap who escaped from the water zoo, y’know, Willy.
The problem is, now I can barely hear. Actually, that’s not true, I can hear quite a lot but everything sounds like this: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. It’s like someone took a hundred angry wasps and then miniaturized them, squeezed them into a mini jar, used a mini centrifuge to shake up the mini jar, used a mini megaphone to tell the mini wasps in the mini jar that we didn’t like them and their mum was fat, and then inserted said mini jar into my ear, like that Dennis Quaid film, Innerspace, you know the one right? EEEEEEE….
Anyways, I needed something soothing, some musical balm for my punked out ears. And that brings us to Matt Corby.
Matt is from Australia, that’s not near here. He’s a genius. No, really, this guy has some serious skills which have been handily distilled into this EP on SoundCloud. He has one of those interweb bases too.
I’ll quit the rambling. This is the business: