Psychedelic Porn Crumpets

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A mannequin foot with a hat on points towards the band in a kind of salute. For a band like PSYCHEDELIC PORN CRUMPETS, I don’t think anyone expects the ordinary.

The beating heart of the crowd jumps and thumps the roof to the drum beat. You can feel it in your chest. Heads nod uncontrollably as the music takes over.

Hailing from Australia, this band aren’t easy to come by in the UK. And ever since Dependent On Mary came out in 2017 on High Visceral Pt. 2, they’ve been on my must-see live list. Recent single Bill’s Mandolin sends an electric shock through the crowd; the jumping gets higher, the voices louder and the atmosphere becomes its own entity. Pints are downed and no one is going to the bar out of fear they’ll miss what comes next. The speed of the guitar increases and my sympathy for the photographer in front of me heightens. This song is the exact song I’d recommend to those wondering if they would like tonight’s act. Quintessential PPC: the mix of national flavours and killer musicianship. Even without being in a room of fans, you can feel the energy from it, but tonight elevates the entire experience.

The energy that exists in the room is similar to that at a football game, with the band stepping onto the stage to the sound of the Champions League tune. This football-like atmosphere adds an air of tribal allegiance and a thrill of what will happen next. It’s not dampened by the risk of us losing something, other than a pair of glasses that went skidding across the mosh pit.

Self-proclaimed “soy latte drinking hippies”, PPC’s sound and demeanour definitely doesn’t bring that imagery to mind, no matter how long their locks are. More like Cousin It, or long-lost Cousin It, the weird just exudes from this band. In a day and age where anything other than the ‘norm’ is facing judgement, we need to go further in our weirdness. We should amplify it.

Their finale, Cornflake, has us gasping for breath. In the lulls of garage psych crunching, the crowd is dripping with sweat, waiting for the guitar and drums to ramp up to 100 per cent capacity for the chorus. We’re a whole now, my sweat is yours and the grossness of it no longer matters because just listen to that guitar! If Psychedelic Porn Crumpets aren’t now on your must-see list, they should be.

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