“Spike Vincent knows how to do more than just grow a fab mullet. He writes Aussie-tinged rock songs that are charming and romantically overcast. It’s the guitar-driven stuff that’ll remind you of your dad pulling up on the lawn after he’s taken himself on a drive to clear his head. They sound the way the pavement smells while you’re walking home from the train station on a too-hot day. Spike’s letting some of his own feelings hang out, but he’s also letting his guitar sing.” – Oyster Mag
Spike Vincent plays, with band in tow, an earnest suburban Australian brand of post-punk that has grown up, moved out, got off the dole(wave) and picked up some kitchen sink anguish along the way. It’s a strong dose of guitar hooks, a bit of crooning, some raw nerves, a scuffed edge or two and lush, sunbaked arrangements for jilted or to-be jilted lovers.