January 21, 2014

EP: Ghost Punch - Puke City

These Brooklyn puke-rockers have broken in 2014 
headfirst and are about to hack away at your insides.

Here in Australia, summer has hit me hard. This past week there has been a heatwave that has left me boarded inside, surrounded by cicadas and stickiness floating around in the air, silently driving me into a state of psychosis. The only place my friends and family have been able to find me is lying on the slate floors of my kitchen groaning as the fan circulates around me, whirring quietly back and forth, barely audible beneath Ghost Punch’s latest EP, Puke City, that hasn’t stopped blaring from my stereo since this heatwave began. I haven’t let my angst-ridden moaning haul to a stop this week partly because the heat itself has left a non-consensual layer of sweat all over me, but mostly because these three self-proclaimed puke-rockers have peeled my melted body off the floor and poked and prodded at me enough to mould me back into a functioning person. This was against my will. Ghost Punch have wriggled their way into my brain and have been busting their way out again; Adam Taylor split open my ears with crashing cymbals accompanied by vocalists Sarah Rogers and Kate Bennis shrieking and squealing each time they caught me off guard. I had barely listened to this EP two times through and I was already nostalgic for this voice I had only just heard and I was blindly trying to sing along to lyrics I couldn’t make sense of under all those fuzzy chords. Puke City is the punk-rock release of my heat hazy heart purely because Ghost Punch has managed to jerk my knees up and off the floor; thrusting me into some sort of frenzy. All I know is I’ve got both fists in the air for whatever Ghost Punch are about – (something about not being here for you in the third track, I don’t know) – and I’m twitching to let whatever it all is out.

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THIS POST WAS CONTRIBUTED BY:
Madalyn Trewin, a scrawny Australian teenager, who is feeding her obsession with dogs, David Lynch and Daniel Johnston twenty-four hours a day. If not that, she's writing about things she likes and saturating her friends in glitter so she can take photos of them to post onto her blog.