Like The Breeders? Meet Meres and their snarling beast of a new album
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29.05.2025

Like The Breeders? Meet Meres and their snarling beast of a new album

📸 - Cameron Jones Visuals
Words by Bryget Chrisfield

Rebellious spirit infuses Worried Sick, the Anna Laverty-produced debut LP by Meres (pronounced like cares).

Thanks to spiky, metallic riffs, unabating drums, fervent vocals and grunge-like dynamic interplay, this Lutruwita (Northern Tasmania) quartet brings The Breeders to mind.   

Frontperson Mary Shannon (also of Dvrkworld) was “raised by a librarian”, which tracks; her vocab is bountiful and lyrics read like powerful poetry. “This mild indifference/ Masquerading as confidence” – such accomplished wordsmithery!  

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“I can’t seem to give a fuck” – courageously unbothered opener Ocean View careens along like a bobsleigh race, with thrilling twists – including surprise lush harmonies – offsetting frenetic guitar work. This one’s about climate dread and the need to give a fuck about life beyond your own.   

Shannon opens Building Humans in lamentation mode: “This trail runs hollow/ Coming in as second best/ Calm down and take it steady, convinced it was counterfeit…” 

“Don’t get jaded…” – of Quiet Australians, Shannon has said, “It’s about caring too much and not enough at the same time – and overthinking both”; you’ll be humming those propulsive, insistent riffs after just one listen. 

Queens escalates rapidly from gently-strummed guitar intro into the first chorus: “Wear me out till I’m sore/ Have you had enough yet?” 

Unapologetic, the penultimate She bursts in like a combative takeover. Then the closing Weak Knees starts off vulnerable, with sparse drums and hushed vocals: “And through it all I will stay/ A willing captive.” Descending guitar squall invades before paring right back to pensive strums – allowing some light to pass through and softly leaving us to collect ourselves. 

A snarling beast of an album, Worried Sick doubles as existential therapy for overthinkers.