Riksel
Some days it’s hard to come to grips with the idea that anyone with the name Rick Scully isn’t a private investigator. First it’s anger, then it’s grief and usually just before lunch it’s acceptance. It’s a pain mitigated by the knowledge that though the name is near wasted, this one particular Rick Scully is doing something that clearly suits his skill set better than any sleuthing ever might have. He lives out Burwood way making guitar based beats of quality commensurate with his relevant musical background. You see readership, Rick Scully is one third of Yon Yonson. Your collective gasps will suffice to show you understand the gravity of the situation. Correct, you are in the digital presence of a mastermind, Burwood’s truest muse. The EP is a cheerful four tracks long and is calm but warm, moving forward slowly but forward none the less. I’ve chosen Nestle for your single song pleasure but listen to the whole EP through because each of the four songs reveals something different about Rick Scully as a musical entity.
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Dude this shit makes my palms sweaty, knees weak, arms so heavy
There’s vomit on my sweater already, mom’s spaghetti.
A fine collection of chillers, builders and smoothness. Can’t wait for the inner-west tour!