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Aussie punk rock is making a stab at the mainstream again lately and these Sunny Coast reprobates are in a big way responsible.
Get Fucked sees The Chats leaning even harder into punk rock boganity as they blast their way through 13 (mostly) sub-three minute splats of charging guitars, shouty vocals and big dumb choruses. It’s a rowdy celebration of boozing and soon-to-be relics of the past like V8 Toranas, and a wildly-waving middle finger to authority figures and fucking idiots.
In the time-honoured tradition of their spirit animal the Cosmic Psychos, The Chats don’t hold back their disdain at those who jack up the cost of ciggies, don’t pay them on time or act like a fuckwit at the beach, while also poking fun at themselves and other aspects of our everyday bogan existence. Whatever they sing about, though, there always seems to be some sort of joy in it, unless it’s the plaintive frustration of needing to choose between cancer sticks and somewhere to live. Perhaps that’s got something to do with recent recruit Josh Hardy’s rockabilly-laced guitar as it cuts across Eamon Sandwith’s disaffected snark and snarl, inflating their songs beyond the straight-up “shed rock” while keeping them balanced on the line between street level punk and aggressive hardcore.
Get Fucked is everything you’d expect from an album called Get Fucked, it’s crass, crude, rude and rowdy, but it makes you wonder where they’ll go next. Cunt has already been used, and you can’t get more Aussie bogan than that.
