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The Thermals
are a facet of the rock-action that is happening in Sydney, Australia.
They are part of a scene that does not subscribe to the fickle nature
that pigeonholes much of today's music. They do not aspire to the jangle-pop
ambitions of national youth radio. They believe rock and roll stands for
good times, rather than some device for expressing
pre-fabricated angst against "The System." The Thermals know
that "rock 'n' roll keeps you alive." Nik and John's influences
came from similar places: Detroit style rock and the unavoidable aussie
parallels in the Saints and Radio Birdman, but also newer sounds such
as the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Leigh's foundations were cast in more
dubious ground, but it was a love of the 'Blues Explosion and more traditional
influences like The Who that would certify the chemistry of The Thermals.
Indeed it was the success of The 'Explosion that led them to believe a
two guitar and drums line-up would work. All had a nagging desire to sing,
and from this point The Thermals went forth. |
Nik brings to the group his patented groove-laden but forceful backbeat. John's guitar and straining quad-box do a more than passable rendition of a Sherman tank. Leigh's guitar chomps at the bit of shredding blues punctuated with clanging power chords. All sing with as much can
be mustered from the naive, unschooled gut of cock-rock ambition. After
nearly three years on the Sydney scene, The Thermals can boast a small
but devoted following of pub-rock punters. Their self-produced debut album was recorded entirely on old school 8-track analogue tape at North Acton Sound in the Burwood region of Sydney's western suburbs. More astute fans of rock will know this area as the birthplace of AC/DC. It's twelve tracks cover a range of rock sounds that never stray too far from the axis around which they were conceived. "Watcha Doin'" shows the dirgy blues driven roots that inspired them to begin. "Tats" with it's power slide guitar and breakneck pace salutes aussie rock legends Rose Tattoo. "You're So Right" is more akin to the Scientists and The Beasts of Bourbon, while tracks like "Cockrock Erection" joyously lambaste anything becoming overtly serious. "I Hate the '90s" chastises the boring beast that grunge mutated into, just as "Walkin' Down" pisstakes the blues with it's silly lyrics and amphetamine tempo.
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No release vehicle. An earlier potential deal with a rock-oriented label subsidiary to Oracle Records fell through as the album was completed. People - open your chequebooks. At this stage, a completely independent release is being considered - to sell to the people at gigs. What we need in this world
is more record executives who aren't afraid to admit that they don't know
shit from clay. The Thermals may not look like a bunch of preening teenagers
at the coolest rock dive in town, but they know how to dish it out in
spades. The fans of rock know what is good, by and large. It's those people
who must re-educate the powers that be in this horrible catorgorised business.
Rock will win on the day. |
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