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The Big Day Out Inpress Magazine - Martin Jones Well it's reassuring to know that the stalwart St Kilda crew are still doing this raucous, rollicking rock. It seems it's always been there in the seediest corners of the suburb since well before most of us can remember. Wildly buzzing guitars, full tilt rhythms and a pisstake attitude form the foundations of The Twits' musical creations. But recklessly leaping from said platforms, The Twits Play Music can career off in some surprising and smile-inducing directions. Who could see the Torn ode coming in Porn (Song For Natalie)? Or the reggae to thrash transition in What The Fuck Are You Wearin'? And even the speediest of metal workouts (see Bucket Fanny) has an appreciable melodic component. The fact that four of the five members contribute vocally certainly adds to that cause. Lyrically, it's one crass joke after another, but you probably already guessed that from the song titles. And if you hadn't, here are a few more to colour the picture: Poo, Wankin' In A Public Lavatory, Pervy In The Park and the magnum opus, G*t Fuck*d Cunt!. So, if you feel like getting sozzled andleaping around in hyperactive childish abandon, I can think of no better accompanying soundtrack than a merry tune like Sausage. Or in fact Sausage (check out the most amusing remix that closes the disc.) Inpress Magazine - Shane O'Donohue The
Twits don't take themselves too seriously, and we should be thankful.
'Cos who would kick off an album with an ode to Posh Spice that
manages to rhyme "whorier" with "Victoria"?
None I can think of. Vocalist Rob Steel's pommy twang adds a little
authenticity to The Twits' straight ahead power pop, but the real
focus is on the words. It's in songs like She's A Bloke ("It's
not Chanel/I think she smells of Brut") and Sharon ("She's
like no other/I think she comes from Balaclava") that The
Twits come into their own. Just to show that they can play a bit
they also throw in a faithful cover of The Buzzcocks' Ever Fallen
In Love, but it also happens to be the least exciting thing
on here. Beat Magazine - David Trethewie Sometimes as a reviewer you must make an example of a band. The public must have faith in its critics, that we will warn them when necessary so they're not coughing up the green for something that will tipthem over the abyss into an insanity of hellish proportions. Bu (sic) the fact that people might ask you for money to buy The Twits' CD isn't relevent as I'm warning those who have received or may receive a copy of this CD to destroy it immediately. I've had a listen and I survived, mainly because I have a stronger constitution when it comes to shocking, atrocious musicbecause I've heard so much of it. On the spine of the CD it has the word Shits crossed out and then the word Twits (chortle, chortle) and the level of humour doesn't get higher. The cover art makes the cartoonists at Viz look like expressionist masters nd (sic) the music revolves around the three chords used by every two-bit punk-pop band these days. Of course bands should have a sense of humour but a good sense of humour goes a long way. A good sense of humour goes a long way because God knows they can't play. |
