It’s super easy to like Melbourne’s Pitt the Elder – not to be confused, of course, with the man Wade Boggs thought to be the greatest Prime Minister in England’s history. Not only do you connect with their straight-forward, fat-trimmed take on melodic punk, you feel as though you’d get along with them as people, too.
There’s something instantly accessible and relatable about how the band go about writing songs and what the band sing about, respectively. We’ve all dealt with the arsehole in Always Waiting, or struggled with the direction of their life the way that Who’s on First and Cliffy Byro. You’re more than aware you’re not being told things you don’t already know, but it’s the lament and the empathy that strike the loudest chord on At the End of the Day.
It’s a forthright and blunt record – it quite literally takes some of the tracks less than 60 seconds to get their points across. To further the friendship analogy, don’t we all need a friend like that from time to time? One that cuts through the bullshit and calls it like they see it? Pitt the Elder could be that for you.
BY DAVID JAMES YOUNG
