Dicky D’s uninhibited resolve is compounded by assisted penmanship from Melbourne poet Michael Farrell, honing a blissfully canny brand of sardonic charm, daring you to label quips like, “I look in the mirror / I can see China from here,” as dumb, brandishing intellectual cheek imbued with Australiana caricature, a kind of New Larrikinism. Though still trebly, the punctuating riffs are as rawk‘n’roll as Dick Diver have ever sounded.
Dick Diver : Waste The Alphabet
