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The Hot Lies  "We've always worked with people on our songs, like producers and stuff like that. It's awesome to get outside ears on your songs, and get opinions from people that you respect," The Hot Lies drummer Jared Brown tells me. "So we were tossing up a few names about who we might get to produce the album or do some pre-production with, and their name came up amongst a whole bunch of other ones. They had a listen to some of the demos, and they were like, 'we're not really keen to take on a big project like doing pre-production' - I think they'd just signed their record deal in the States, and they were pretty busy being the bloody biggest band in Australia. So they go, 'if you guys are keen to do something, why don't you just come over to Freo, hang out, and we'll just have a jam and see what comes of it; if we get some cool stuff out of it, awesome, if we don't, no harm done, you know?'" |
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'Star Destroyer' for me begins when singer Nik Bozic drops out two minutes into Komad, the indie rock signifiers melting away with his departure. A fey female vocal traces wordless nursery lines, machines start clanking and whirring, before at precisely 4:53 a trance-inducing motorik groove is borne. The two distorted lead synth lines that spray the heaving robotic stutter are the best parts of this, the New York quintet's debut. Komad becomes a delicious mash of primitive rhythm and untidy melody, a theme Alex Delivery regularly revisits. Similarly fine is the middle section of Milan, which like a straight Black Dice gone Cluster, is impressively spartan, the melodies left with lots of room to move. 
