Review: Hoodlum Shouts - Young Man, Old Man ..
The debut by Canberra four-piece Hoodlum Shouts is an artfully crafted epic, writes MAX EASTON . Rugby League, post-colonialism, distance and falsified patriotism are all touched on in Hoodlum Shouts’ Young Man, Old Man ; a record indebted to the dark history, tortured personalities and unique geography of Australia. It’s a complicated album, spending as much time in insular depressions as it does in anthemic pub-rock, with Sam Leyshon’s Garret-via-Biafra warble sitting over rollicking arrangements from the pages of Diesel & Dust -era Midnight Oil. The oft-mentioned homage to conscious ’80s pub rock is only a surface quality though, more feeling given to the languid observations of The Drones than the direct criticisms of The Oils. It’s a record that taps into our imagined Australia – humid taverns, Nullarbor drives and rusty tin sheds sitting on stretches of red sand – the land we tend to imagine rather than the gentrified global cities that are the reality. In that sense, Young Man, Old Man is escapism; visiting injustice, pain, hate and misery through its shady characters, personalised historical accounts and thriving dynamics. It’s as strangely ...
Mess and Noise
22 April 2012