Brand new long-awaited compilation of the assorted career highs of one of the most formally advanced rock groups of the modern age, New Zealand's Dead C. Listening to the bulk of this excellent compilation the kind of leaps that this trio made in formal rock logic still sound staggering, from their aestheticising use of murky fidelity through Robbie Yeats' astounding lead-drum work that is as feral as any 4/4 rock motor and as liberated and attuned to higher-time as any fully-informed post-fire music blat. Morley's wasted, brain-bombed vocal style is as distinctive as any great vocalist you might wanna list (Roky, Buckley, Ireton, Tomokawa), their approach to classic rock structure is perfectly intuitive and drawn straight from the source and the guitar playing packs some of the most muscular weed ever gripped by human hands. It fucking rocks is what. Comes with a booklet with essays (Nick Cain, Seymour Glass, Tom Lax, Bruce Russell) and a totally choice track-listing that runs from "Max Morris" and "Angel" through "Helen Said This", "Power", "Mighty", "Bitcher", "Tuba Is Funny" et al. Outside of Fushitsusha, no one has done more to forward the cause. A totally necessary purchase.
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