The Sugar Army. the Annandale.

Much ado has flown over this Perth band, darker than their bassist’s simpering smile and partridge family hair leads on, but I came with fresh pessimism (the Oaks’ doughy pizza sat restless as a tunnel junkie).
They won me over with their hot molasses melodies and dirty flowing bass grooves, only occasionally slipping into the tired predictability I had anticipated.
I don’t think any further elaboration is necessary except to mention that it did appear that the frontman was slipping in and out of a visually upsetting catatonic stare, invading the heads of unfortunate crowd members with his odd eye beams.