Tuesday 1 October 2019, 7.30pm

Penultimate Press presents: Pious Faults + Triple Negative

PENULTIMATE PRESS presents two examples of what 'rock' can be today.

Pious Faults

Now is the time to take notice of Brisbane, Australia's PIOUS FAULTS. Pious Faults have remained somewhat of an enigma since their inception in late 2016. However, with "Old Thread", the young Australian group have crafted a remarkably lucid and original vinyl debut. A sonic whirlwind of wonderfully deconstructed hardcore punk - songs stripped of inheritable form; leaping from stone to leaf to puddle in a unique, abstract manner. Promising new directions, recent live performances see the band moving into more sea-sick prog territory, as stark as it is shocking.

"Harder-than-post-hardcore headstretcher / dream-stealer that owes nothing to no-one - feral youth-rising with a discordant, modern day psychosis that runs riot on the streets of Brisbane, slinging ten burning trash fireballs through your windows in a frantic denouncement of, er, EVERYTHING." - Low Company

https://piousfaultsaus.bandcamp.com/album/old-thread

Triple Negative

Madame Tlank & Clinical Wasteman & others. Bayern Tāmaki Makaurau/northsouth London, since 1989/2003/2016.

Vulnerable adults born in the wrong place, put out too tender & possessed by spite. There’s nothing not superficial about it: an animus nursed with bad bad grace. Absentee panelbeating (Tascam stand-ins), raised voices, knock-off Glock & cheap Vamvakaristic Spiel.

Incorporates Philosophie Queen (+microcosmically: THE MEAN STREAKS). May contain traces of Heliogabalus, $urp!u$, Aufgehoben & S.P.U.D.

“Death-affirming!” - Dean ‘Sonny’ Blount

“Just stop feeding them” - Dean Swift

"it is almost impossible to believe that there is anything formulaic about Triple Negative’s music. It’s frighteningly complex, BUT there’s a radiance around their output that feels more akin to magic than science - having been playing together for near 20 years, it is in those untold hours of writing that they have developed their own dialect, one that we are only now hearing to be spoken so effortlessly. Eloquently unstructured piano and violin interplay duck and dive around No Neck Blues Band-style explosions of acoustic and electric guitar, every component regularly being thrown into a cramped East London rehearsal space with flurries of frenzied drum machines and percussive invocations. Anyway - ENOUGH ALREADY! There’s so much going on - with each listen yer mind will bear witness to the multidimensional, unfathomably ONIONATED layers of intricacy and destruction at play." - Low Company