29 March, Moonshine

Another balmy post-summer night on Sydney’s Northern Beaches, another killer band on the bill for Moonshine Thursday’s at Manly’s Hotel Steyne. On tonight’s menu? A cosmic serving of Psychedelic Porn Crumpets. Hailing from Perth, PPC proudly wave the intergalactic flag of Western Australia’s infamous psych-rock scene, putting this prolific four-piece on my radar for some time now.

I arrive later than I hoped I would, missing support act Narla and rolling in just as PPC start. The floor is filled with the usual Moonshine pundits, beach washed ambassadors of good times who don’t shy away from any chance to get sweaty and jump around to some heavy rock.

Off the bat, the longhaired quartet set the pace for what was to come with Ergophobia, a fast-tempo and hard-hitting ode to their psych-rock identity. The gravitational pull of the dynamic guitar work instantly drew me in and I, like everyone else in the room was at their complete mercy.

The boys steady their musical starship before kickin’ it into hyperspace with a drivey, riff-plenty intro to Gurzle, their second song. The crowd is eating up everything these fellas put out and showing it with a sweaty romping mosh just in front of the stage. Frontman Jack McEwan’s tantalising lead guitar cries in neon like a weeping poet on acid and the overall chemistry on stage is insane. The tension of the song builds with a kick-heavy escalation until an echo-riddled vocal spell unleashes an outburst of supersonic proportions.

One of the most notable things about PPC is their masterful craft in exploring many worlds within the one song. Like a chameleon changing its colour in a vivid show of transformation, their songs shift from dreamy out-of-earth space rock to headbanging mosh pit fodder leaving myself and the rest of room in awe every step of the way.

With things getting bloody moist to say the least, McEwan strips himself of his shirt as they jump into the tail end of their set. Eventually playing their biggest hit Cornflake, the crowd claps with their hands in the air in beat as PPC cascade toward the infamous riff that makes this song a favourite before once again building into an uncontrollable supernova of floor-shaking psychedelic mayhem.

With the set drawing to a close not long after, the room roars with applause. A shared stream of consciousness floats around as the crowd is on cloud nine after embarking on the interstellar journey that just unfolded. Never has a band lived up to their name like these guys, they truly have solidified their status as Martians. So don’t be a fool, put them on your gig hit list and enjoy the ride!