The Philisteins-Teenage Dreamer
Hobart is at the ends of the earth. A place that serves as a haven for privateers and whalers, found more easily on nautical charts than on Google Earth. The adventure of the Philisteins starts there, in 1985. With all the luck a garage band can have in a place like that, which is perilously close to zero.
That's why, having scraped together some cash by self-releasing a demo tape, they soon decide to take the ferry to Adelaide. After reshuffling the rhythm section with the addition of Nick Bruer and Ian Wettenhall in place of the old “Tasmanian” friends, and after dealing with both a serious car accident and securing a contract with the local Greasy Pop, Guy Lucas and Aydn Hibberd are ready to launch themselves onto the market with their first release, initially planned as a four-track EP but turning into a mini album with double the songs, including a phenomenal version of You Must Be a Witch by the Lollipop Shoppe and three very old tracks by Guy, including the very first song ever written for the Philisteins and one of the most beautiful of their entire career: Bite the Bullet.
Even without receiving the same attention or enjoying the same fortunes as many celebrated Australian bands, the Philisteins contribute one of the most precious gems to the history of Aussie rock.
Bloody Convicts has that indomitable energy typical of bands from those latitudes combined with classic garage-punk scratches, and a track like Cul De Sac, where you might hear the Cynics played by the Celibate Rifles, could clarify the concept better than my words, just as the metallic serpentine of Apeshit Metal Locust might raise the eyebrows of purists and the dark waves of Peppermint and Early Morning Memory might let you savor the dense relish of the finest works of the New Christs.
Then the Philisteins will return to Tasmania. Then they will move to Sydney and then to Melbourne. Continuing to search for the pot of gold at the foot of a rainbow that kept shifting, without success. You, if you have the time and means, seek at least the silver coins they left along their journey.
Starting from here.
Hobart is at the ends of the earth. A place that serves as a haven for privateers and whalers, found more easily on nautical charts than on Google Earth. The adventure of the Philisteins starts there, in 1985. With all the luck a garage band can have in a place like that, which is perilously close to zero.
That's why, having scraped together some cash by self-releasing a demo tape, they soon decide to take the ferry to Adelaide. After reshuffling the rhythm section with the addition of Nick Bruer and Ian Wettenhall in place of the old “Tasmanian” friends, and after dealing with both a serious car accident and securing a contract with the local Greasy Pop, Guy Lucas and Aydn Hibberd are ready to launch themselves onto the market with their first release, initially planned as a four-track EP but turning into a mini album with double the songs, including a phenomenal version of You Must Be a Witch by the Lollipop Shoppe and three very old tracks by Guy, including the very first song ever written for the Philisteins and one of the most beautiful of their entire career: Bite the Bullet.
Even without receiving the same attention or enjoying the same fortunes as many celebrated Australian bands, the Philisteins contribute one of the most precious gems to the history of Aussie rock.
Bloody Convicts has that indomitable energy typical of bands from those latitudes combined with classic garage-punk scratches, and a track like Cul De Sac, where you might hear the Cynics played by the Celibate Rifles, could clarify the concept better than my words, just as the metallic serpentine of Apeshit Metal Locust might raise the eyebrows of purists and the dark waves of Peppermint and Early Morning Memory might let you savor the dense relish of the finest works of the New Christs.
Then the Philisteins will return to Tasmania. Then they will move to Sydney and then to Melbourne. Continuing to search for the pot of gold at the foot of a rainbow that kept shifting, without success. You, if you have the time and means, seek at least the silver coins they left along their journey.
Starting from here.
IlConte
16 apr 23
DeRank ™: 19,07
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