Some refreshingly bad sounding sounds outta Sydney, the sorta material purpose-built for a stack of dusty tapes. No Union’s muck-fuck-rock exudes similar wisdom as the homeless fella decrying ASIO halfway between road and bus stop. There’s only two songs I like here, and of those, only one I’ll come back to after writing this review. ‘Sydnia Song’ has a fairly stock standard garage rock engine under the hood but a man on the brink behind the wheel. The instrumentals bear a sheen of bandcamp bedroom power pop, but the vox are something more local and distinct – hollering in sardonics, I’m so grateful for friends, commMMUunity, hold me down. I’m not knowledgeable enough about Sydney’s underground to draw proper reference points, but the performance feels as devoted but more desperate than Royal Headache, and as cynical but less detached than ya Lowlife’s. Rest of the tape has its moments, back half of ‘All That Is Sleeping’ sounding like an Eddy Current jam after 8 beers, but one true belter is more than enough for a guy like me.