Brainwashing For Dirty Minds
Romeo Records / Newmarket Music
Every now and then something lands on your desk which, when you put it on, sends you down the rabbit hole, seemingly with no way out – buy the ticket, take the ride is an apt sentiment on how to handle these oddball situations, and never has it been more apt than when listening to Sydney-based Darth Vegas’ second effort, Brainwashing For Dirty Minds.
To be honest, this record could be just as easily reviewed in a surf mag, a metal mag or a movie mag as it could be in Rhythms, such is the myriad styles and sounds found within. Creeping and crawling, it melds genres with reckless abandon – just when you get used to a bit of surf twang, they throw a death metal riff in there – seemingly with no rhyme nor reason, and yet it fits together eerily well.
I’m not saying I like Brainwashing For Dirty Minds, I’m not saying I don’t like it – it’s a musical journey, for wont of a better phrase, but it is a journey, one that leaves you somewhat worn out by album’s end, a little lost, wandering around like you just woke up from an epic sleepwalk and you’ve found yourself in K-Mart in your pyjamas. With blood dripping down your neck and a bottle of absinthe in your back pocket. It’s psychedelic b-movie soundtracks mixed with horror and surf – I’ll leave the rest up to you.
Samuel J. Fell