(Groove Street Records)

Funk/reggae jam band from Brisbane. Yes, another one.

Album opener Don’t Eat Food starts things well with a guitar-based jam; just over a minute of jazzy country good times. I can handle it, this is nice. What’s next? The world’s biggest sigh … clocking in at about 67 seconds as the syncopated guitar rhythm so often heard on clichéd white reggae (Regatta de Blanc, if you will) again rears its ugly head. Yes, that classic organ sound influenced by Scratch Perry or The Specials is freakin’ awesome, but I’m going to need more than a keyboard tone to convince me of a band’s worth. Unless we’re talking about Santana, which we’re not in any case. Perhaps the most grating thing about the album (apart from the inevitable inclusion of vaguely political subject matter that can so often descend into a oversimplified ‘this is good, this is bad’ argument) is the harmonized vocals that are frequently out of sync. How hard is it to get two people to start and stop singing at the same time? Methinks the band have taken their ‘take it easy, it’s all good … bro’ ideology too far.

MITCH ALEXANDER

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