Artist:The Morrisons

“Sik, I just mute the sound” - anonymous internet troll #1. “You guys suck, just stop” – hater. “It’s a bit aggressive, Peter” - Pete’s Mum. The Morrisons stand for originality, the way they used to do it. And with the above words of support and encouragement spurring them forward for the last three years they’ve nurtured their punk rock sound into the bastard child of Jello Biafra and Keith Richards. They emerged from the bowels of the pink palace in Northcote where they also recorded their first EP, a scuzzy mix of hardcore punk, blues and garage rock. They took to the stages of Melbourne like Tom Cruise to Oprah’s couch, they jumped all over it and professed their love of everything. After playing even more shows, including a gallery takeover during the Northcote High St Festival (the noise of which shut down the adjacent world music stage) they decided it was time to get some of their sweet sounds onto hot wax. After knocking out four more short/fast/loud tracks onto 7” they ...