
Lithium Zion
Theyâre more likely to ask a fellow musician what they do for their ârealâ job (for one, guitarist Jensen Tjhung works as a builder) than talk shop about publicists, ticket counts and online promotions. Theyâre a grisly rock group and theyâve already signed to Sub Pop, which is to say theyâve already succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, so anything that comes after (performing in strange new cities, meeting like-minded souls, maybe even selling a t-shirt or two) is a bonus. And if they come to your town, you would be wise to clear your calendar.
Lithium Zion is their fifth full-length album (and second for Sub Pop following 2015âs Pain), and, while itâs a rare case that a groupâs fifth album is their best, it may in fact be Deaf Wishâs finest. Their previous albums were recorded in makeshift studios - a wise choice for capturing the hazardous riffing, chemically-stained vocals and fiery rhythms conjured by a group such as this - but this step toward a slightly more professional sound only enhances their power. The record opens with âEasyâ, a languid rocker in the rich Australian tradition of groups like X and The Scientists. From there itâs onto âFFSâ, a moody downhill rocker sung by guitarist Sarah Hardiman that confirms Deaf Wishâs relation to fellow Sub Pop employees like feedtime and Hot Snakes. âThe Rat Is Backâ is tense and epic; âHitachi Jackhammerâ pays a brief and noisy tribute to Hitachiâs second most notable device (youâd be forgiven for assuming this song is about vibrators). Lithium Zion is a veritable buffet of garage-punk energy, post-punk pathos, sardonic wit and the fearlessness that comes with Aussie rock, a natural consequence for anyone living on a continent teeming with grapefruit-sized spiders and man-eating mosquito swarms.
As has always been the case, the whole group shares vocal duties, even drummer Daniel Twomey (you know the band is slightly unhinged if theyâre letting the drummer sing). Hardiman and Tjhung are as ragged and hairy as ever, chugging along as though krautrock was trying to speed past the late â70s but got caught in the sticky grasp of punk. Such is the way of Deaf Wish, a group destined to write songs that are simultaneously stupid and sublime, vulnerable and ferocious, and play them with the unbridled intensity they demand. Anyone serving a life sentence to rock will surely concur.
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Theyâre more likely to ask a fellow musician what they do for their ârealâ job (for one, guitarist Jensen Tjhung works as a builder) than talk shop about publicists, ticket counts and online promotions. Theyâre a grisly rock group and theyâve already signed to Sub Pop, which is to say theyâve already succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, so anything that comes after (performing in strange new cities, meeting like-minded souls, maybe even selling a t-shirt or two) is a bonus. And if they come to your town, you would be wise to clear your calendar.
Lithium Zion is their fifth full-length album (and second for Sub Pop following 2015âs Pain), and, while itâs a rare case that a groupâs fifth album is their best, it may in fact be Deaf Wishâs finest. Their previous albums were recorded in makeshift studios - a wise choice for capturing the hazardous riffing, chemically-stained vocals and fiery rhythms conjured by a group such as this - but this step toward a slightly more professional sound only enhances their power. The record opens with âEasyâ, a languid rocker in the rich Australian tradition of groups like X and The Scientists. From there itâs onto âFFSâ, a moody downhill rocker sung by guitarist Sarah Hardiman that confirms Deaf Wishâs relation to fellow Sub Pop employees like feedtime and Hot Snakes. âThe Rat Is Backâ is tense and epic; âHitachi Jackhammerâ pays a brief and noisy tribute to Hitachiâs second most notable device (youâd be forgiven for assuming this song is about vibrators). Lithium Zion is a veritable buffet of garage-punk energy, post-punk pathos, sardonic wit and the fearlessness that comes with Aussie rock, a natural consequence for anyone living on a continent teeming with grapefruit-sized spiders and man-eating mosquito swarms.
As has always been the case, the whole group shares vocal duties, even drummer Daniel Twomey (you know the band is slightly unhinged if theyâre letting the drummer sing). Hardiman and Tjhung are as ragged and hairy as ever, chugging along as though krautrock was trying to speed past the late â70s but got caught in the sticky grasp of punk. Such is the way of Deaf Wish, a group destined to write songs that are simultaneously stupid and sublime, vulnerable and ferocious, and play them with the unbridled intensity they demand. Anyone serving a life sentence to rock will surely concur.


















