November 15. 2012 | By Augustus Welby

The chemistry of Melbourne six-piece rock n’rollers Money For Rope perspires through the speakers, tickling the inner ear and threatening imbalance. Direct guitar sounds whip you in the face; two drummers interact with hearty bass playing to flesh out the groove and add intensity; organ sounds bring a tinge of crazy eyes; and group vocals either echo the protagonists’ crazed yelps or act as choral forebodings. The songs have been thought about and the excursions into ramshackle territory are pulled off with gripping drama.

Jules Mckenzie yells of inner turmoil (“When you took me down to misery lane/ you fucked my arse then you fucked my brain”), but the snarling content is encased in strong melodies, which transform the angst into a critical discourse.

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