Brisbane’s Idylls play fast and surprisingly gloomy metallic punk. “Indian Circle” is a solid offering of four equally solid tracks, each a raging, visceral suckerpunch. Rooted in its metallic roots, Idylls bend their genre to their will, flip-flopping and otherwise morphing from outright aggression to a bad trip made physical. While this release may not push the genre, it without doubt has manic fun with it.
The specialty here is bringing the listener utmost existential discomfort . Rather successfully, one might add. The first track, “Concord Prison,” invites with its tortured echoes, snap-punk musicianship and borderline psychadelia. The most foreboding piece on “Indian Circles,” “Concord Prison” executes its sounds with graphic precision. The artwork, a simple picture of discarded pill packages, reflects the nature of excess and abuse worn upon the body. “Indian Circle” at times plays like a swansong to damaged youth and the inescapable truths that leaving adolescence unveils. This is most prevalent on the second track, “Pay with Youth,” an intense, abrasive ode to addiction and the slavery it brings. The imagery it conjures is moving: drugs like a savior, the addict pressed to corrupted feet for solace.
Track three is a well-done Lubricated Goat cover, “Beyond the Grave.” The track permeates with sinister vibes, a full-frontal scream for vengeance and apathy. The sound here is of pure delirium and faraway, a ghostly oasis in desert of nuclear ash. Final track, “Blood Ambient,” continues the beleaguered tone of “Beyond the Grave,” a trudging barrage of mood and burgeoning aggression. The words haunt in the background, forging a shaking foundation on which the sound maintains prominence until the final fade away.
“Indian Circle” is a quality and entertaining release from Idylls, where many an eye should be aimed at their horizon.
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