Release date: 9th June, 2014
Limited to 350 copies
Vinyl LP + download code
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“Australian psych-post-punk fury of clanging guitars, pummeling drums and thick, sinewy basslines combine for a primal, minimalistic outpouring of swaggering rawk.”
SHOVELS come charging out of the Homeless stable as a band in absolute peak condition. Their tight rhythms and challenging lyrics, soaked with brash overdriven guitar, provide a solid foundation for the band’s concise compositional skills.
This is a record that bursts through the white noise generated by ephemeral rock trendiness. It gallops with forward surging momentum and bristles with seductive tension. Shovels are masters of the art of knowing when to conspiratorially whisper and when to bludgeon with full force.
The eight tracks on this record tear through a spectrum of moods. Slow burning numbers such as Clyde, Arm Arm Leg and Expire play out like omens of tangible portent whilst MB Jacket, Multiple Farrow and Grenoble explode with energy, all channeled into a tightly focused beam.
Shovels are Michael Beach (guitar and vocals), Adam Camilleri (bass), and Peter Warden (drums). They formed in 2013 with members split between Melbourne, Australia and San Francisco, California. Their self-titled debut is presented proudly by Homeless Records.
For fans of Lubricated Goat, A Frames, My Disco and feedtime.
Reviews of Shovels
“Shovels isn’t the greatest name for a band. It conveys a utilitarian image of work, a tool associated mainly with drudgery, unless it is the rare instance when one geezer bashes another geezer in the head and it’s “Exhibit A” in a murder case. Then it may conjure some genuine appeal. So it is interesting why a band on a stellar label like Homeless would arrive at such a handle. Shovels are part post-punk, experimental and white noise-psych, as you listen more and more to this group, you realize that the members don’t need some trendy name that’s a forced misspelling of a commonly used word, or to be named after a forest critter’s sleep habits or body part to try and stand out like many of the hackneyed indie bands out there that have the staying power of a fruit fly. No, the members of Shovels, are alchemists, melding guttural voices and sonic blasts with tribal beats and galloping bass lines that nimbly shift gears into high and slow paces that leave your heart stuttering or racing in densely textured sound-scapes. With outstanding tracks “MB Jacket,” “Multiple Furrow,” and “Car Yards” (that at times remind you of Washington DC’s post-hardcore scene in the late 80’s that featured groundbreaking bands like Moss Icon), you realize that “Shovels” is more than just a name. It’s really a metaphor for this particular multi-layered composition that gets more rewarding the deeper you slowly dig past each heavy layer to its inner core.”
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