It's 3am somewhere. That somewhere is probably a house party where the carpeted floor has long gone past the point of ever scrubbing up to bond-return levels, now displaying the distinct spatters of muddy, unwiped shoes, the full rainbow spectrum of spilt schnapp shots and vomit. And she/he has left long ago, unhappy with your behaviour, your attitude, your everything. Hints of a hangover — that unmistakable morning-after combination of sandpaper tongue and aching regret — arrives early, as uninvited as half those still meandering around the backyard scabbing darts. Then someone abruptly changes the twee-pop soundtrack for something more fun, some song you've never heard, but instantly know. And suddenly everything is alright again.
Such is the hedonistic scene depicted on "deadheads.", the latest offering from Adelaide indie-rock quartet The Montreals. While the surface view is straight-forward enough — somewhere at the crossroads of Fat Wreck Chords-era So Cal punk brattiness and swaggering next-gen Brit-pop cockiness — every bit of beer-spat bravado, free-spirited yells of yolo and stumbling chant-a-long is chased up by unfiltered stabs of self-defeat ("maybe you should just take the bus and leave me") and desperate, vulnerable pleas. A beautiful, confusing mess, where you're simultaneously celebrating your freedom, and drowning in the consequences of such selfish behaviour.
"deadheads." is the band's first new music of 2017, following on from their 2016 debut EP, Indigo Club. They're next set to play live at the Ratfest warehouse party in Adelaide on August 11th, alongside LEO, Hunt and others; details here.
Topics: The Montreals