What happens when someone sits around getting far too overheated; the answer being an album which expertly melds psychotropic guitar work which falls somewhere between Shizuka and Wilburn Burchette, with the nihilism of a Meat Thump x Slint split and the emptiness-ambient on Thela’s Argentina. Melburnian in a way only the Tasmanian can be, DU sounds like getting legless with your primary school bestfriend on the porch and realising that life didn’t really pan out the way you were promised. An odyssey melded over years and owing a right arm to the Velvets, Down Under eulogise noise-rock into a deep-down malaise guaranteed to get you roaming the drain system with a can of beer and a dream.