I’ve never written about Sex On Toast before but what I have done plenty of times is wanted to write about Sex On Toast which I obviously can’t prove. You’ll have to just trust me on this one won’t you. This video is something I was mere millimeters away from writing about (in fact there’s still a post in my drafts that uses the term ‘bang city’ so it’s probably best I never finished it). They’re a ten piece affair outta Melbourne who unashamedly just dropped this deep-feeling number.

This is everything you’d hoped it would be, then doubled, then doubled again because you’ve got depressingly low standards for Australian music. Oscar Key Sung here drops what is the perfect counterpoint to the four ito the floor anthemic pleading that was October’s ‘All I Could Do‘. It’s Alyosha to the Ivan, Seachange to his Odelay, ‘Take Care’ to his ‘Started From The Bottom’. He’s had this one in the arsenal a long time, deploying it live with with less affect than ‘All I Could Do’ or ‘It’s Coming’ but to an audience not yet acclimatised to the newness. The man himself is so far past this track that he’s been spinning remixes of it in his sets before the original had yet flavoured the public palette. The news in tandem is that the long (LONG) awaited Oscar Key Sung EP is upon us. Maybe set a date with your girl, go to the pharmacy to collect the relevant supplies because come March three, when you put this on in your Corolla there’s going to be some back street freestyle a la sixteen year old Kendrick. I’m saying you’re gonna get laid. Way to make me spell it out, good grief. Taste the future below, even Pitchfork know what’s going on.

Sooooooo… Colourwaves huh? An EP from colourwaves… You know who would be highly qualified to write about such a thing? Someone who had listened to the past Colourwaves EPs. Not this guy though, no sir, haven’t listened to them, I certainly have not. The new one though, that’s a doozey. Am I better able to discuss it because I come without preconceptions? Maybe. Am I going to some research to better inform myself on the journey? Not a chance. Let’s do this.

I’ll spend the key words of this “review” summarily referencing the Drive soundtrack, Washed Out, chillwave and Candy Claws. Lots of elongated oohs and aahs, dark synth and it’s all quite lovely. Enjoy.

The Stevens (label-mates of Dick Diver over at Chapter Music) hail from Melbourne, and at the beginning of November last year they dropped record by the title of A History of Hygiene. So let’s talk history. By now the savvy listener (you) knows that any song will be an appropriation of sounds from the past, and this is most easily demonstrated in guitar-based rock. You can trace the ancestry of a particular guitar tone or playing style like blonde hair back up a family tree (the oldest electric guitar recording is barely 80 years old, after all). With these sounds come the moods that surrounded their genesis. We’ve all experienced the transporting function of music, the power to evoke a particular mood or memory from the past. It’s kinda like time travel. But in your brain. Woah.

As a result, when I listen to opening track ‘From Puberty to Success’ I can’t help but think of 90s bands like Pavement, who really crystallised in musical form the mood Stephen Malkmus referred to as ‘this morass of slackness’. The Stevens are historians, and they bring us treasures from the past. This is your new fix of spineless rock from a lucky country. Musicians who have been anaesthetized by a removal from any sense of external struggle. There is a pathos involved; it makes us feel empty, or perhaps a nicer term would be ‘relaxed’. I love it.

I hear echoes of The Velvet Underground in tunes like ‘Challenger’, with that distorted bass line and organ sound carrying reluctantly hollered vocals. Despite the brevity of some of the 24 tracks on this album, there is a lot to sink your teeth into: a big ol’ bunch of interesting sonic moments throughout, some exceptional chorus melodies and great lyrics.

In summary: this band uses wah-wah pedals on their guitars, and nothing has ever sounded bad through a wah-wah pedal. Nothing. Ever.

The new’n from Snowy Nasdaq is amazing. I don’t really know why though. It’s supremely warm with every snap and beat muted with grain, like my soon to be released brand spanking new profile picture on social networking website facebook! Unlike my photoshop sensibilities however, the Nasdaq doesn’t simply layer one filter across the entire canvas but meticulously makes seemingly brilliant production choices at every turn. At the thirty second mark after having kept the vocals reasonably dry, the Nasdaq reverbs the balls of the single word ‘sniff’. I don’t know why, he himself probably doesn’t even know why, but I’d wager there’s a strong instinctive element to the way the Nasbomber deals with his sound. It’s easy to dismiss the song’s content by virtue of a) the opening line and b) it kind of sounds tongue in cheek but please don’t do that bros, This iz srs. This is a song about the reasonably universal concept of sexual baggage entering into new relationships. Past partners, past behaviours, the physical parts. Every month of 2014 will see a new track from the Nasdino turning up on the internet as part of an agreement with Why Don’t You Believe Me? Records that stimpulates on delivery of all twelve songs that the Nasdaq children will be released unharmed. It seems extreme but since the Nasdicator has no proven track record of releasing music (his output limited to Mining Boom, The Ocean Party, Pencil, Velcro & Ciggie Witch) the good folk at the label needed some form of human collateral as a guarantor of content.