This rocking little garage punk tune saw Brisbane’s DZ Deathrays booted off stage during SXSW. It is a mind-melting thing, played live. The recorded version feels very polite by comparison, right up until the squalling, electrified final chorus, when the boys start screaming and hammering their guitars like the snotty pubescent troublemakers they are.
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