FRESH FRETS
CRY CLUB
THEY ARE two fierce and fiery disco-punk debonairs from Wollongong (though now based further south) with their sights set on the stratosphere and their songs set on making you move. Up front, Heather Riley oscillates between sugar-sweet singing and a gut-punching yell, twisting and twirling around onstage like their body was made of rubber. And with axe in hand, shredhead Jonno Tooke is a force you wouldn’t dare think of f***ing with, his overdriven juts as powerful as the synths they meddle with are bouncy.
THEY SOUND LIKE a genre-neutral chasm of crunchy guitars and soul-thumping electro leads, merging punkish attitudes and heart-on-sleeve fury with dizzying disco vibes and inescapable danciness. They rock a sharp and unapologetically gaudy, Bowie-esque theatricality that makes them stand out like a grizzled wolf in a room full of poodles.
YOU’LL DIG THEM the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Panic! At The Disco, and coming home to an ice-cold raspberry Cruiser on Friday afternoon (before heading to the club for another 35).
