Dune Rats / CD
At a time when true rock tales are as rare as chicken lips, Dune Rats are traveling the globe as punk rock pied pipers, attracting an army of ferocious life enthusiasts who are as willing as they are to throw the dice, turn reality sideways and roll with whatever goes. Ratbags, nerds, delinquents, outcasts, the brave, the loud, the shy - Dune Rats don't care who or what you are, only that you abide by just one rule – no kooks, no gutties.
Palming Dunies off however as your average trio of wasted lunatics, would be a sad and narrow-minded mistake. These three take as much pleasure in overt politeness and the odd spot of gardening as they do in the eyes-wide open adventure of tilting reality. But at the core of it all - the platform for everything that follows - is their uncalculated lust for making music. It's taken them from Brisbane to the US, South Africa (ask them how the hell they found themselves here!), China, Indo, Malaysia, Canada, Singapore, a small seaside shanty South of Sydney and to the proudest musical moment so far – the writing, recording and the imminent release on Dune 1st of their first full-length record.
Dunies self-titled debut album began to bed in when they read a letter Steve Albini wrote to Nirvana in the lead in to the recording of In Utero, which got them frothing on the idea that if they couldn't record their album in little over a week, they had no right to be in a rock band. They connected with the ethos of no bullshit songs, written in a garage and recorded by a friend. That friend turned out to be Woody Anderson, tour manager and sound engineer for Children Collide whom they'd not long before bro'd up with when the two bands toured together. Dune Rats took to the challenge with the same merciless conviction that's gotten them both fucked up and famous. Over the span of a month they bunkered down in a tiny shed at Brett's Mum's house on the beach and began to pen songs with fervor. Those four weeks became all about growth. The creative well bubbled over beyond the tunes and they took to renovating the tiny shed, turning it into a tiny soundproof studio, they built a vege garden, they surfed, they chilled out, they slept in beds (for a change), they wrote songs together in the true spirit of what it means to be a band and they recorded all the demos. By the time they went into the studio with Woody in Melbourne, they were ready for the Albini-esque timeframe and needed just a half-day of pre-production and they were on their away.
'Funny Guy' is the first single from the brand new album. A track that rips, just like the Dunies. It's an anthem calling out to all those that feel the need to look like something they ain't - living one life, presenting another - leading to the lyrical catch cry ' Why you gotta lie, all the time??'
- Dalai Lama
- Funny Guy
- Home Sick
- Good Seeds
- DR DR
- When You're Around