The sound of feedtime was like nothing else in Australia: a vintage blues swagger via roots rock and the late ‘70s that didn’t come from an established clique, a pure strain of rock and roll with a relentless mechanical propulsion. It was the perfect symbiosis of syncopation, minimalist rock that carried a thunderous atmosphere of reckless intoxication and intense personal pain but with a self-assured “ease” amongst the chaos. The sound was both Zen-like transcendence and a form of self-defense from psychic scum. Impenetrable, yet welcoming. Guitar noise you could dance to with lyrics cut straight from experience, tradition and dead crazy urban confusion. Repeating in cycles over and over and over again.
This is perfect sound and pure art. Avant-garde pub-rock. All hail the concrete urban blues.
“MUSK is an anomaly. Its knuckle dragging, saturated dirges are the uncalculated, pure expression of spite and frustration. Go ahead, think mid-70s Ohio filtered through Australia a few years later…Formed with an unabashed allegiance to agitation, both of their own and listeners, MUSK is antithetical to its Bay Area contemporaries” – Sam Lefebvre, Degenerate
“…a Scientists-infused dip into the swamp…the only band even close to the scree they unleash is ‘Sicko Inside Me’ era Necessary Evils mixed with a bit of the first Horrors LP and dare I even say some of the nastier Hunches efforts. Absolutely ferocious guitar sound that’s going to have some people jealous. “ – -Rich Kroneiss, Terminal Boredom
Manipulated, chopped, and screwed dystopian space punk. All alien soundtracks and DMT nightmares. Ripping riffs, hard driving bass lines, modulated vocals, and layers upon layers of synth texture and sinister sounds. A masterpiece of twisted psychedelic hate made to rot your mind and kill your speakers!! 100% TOTAL PUNK!