The Thousands

There is no grand mystery to rock music. It’s dumb. And it’s great. And those two things can sit together, side-by-side, just fine. There’s no need to intellectualise it any more than that. Doing so may lead you to miss exactly what makes this music so great. And so dumb.

Bed Wettin’ Bad Boys function within these polarities by self-proclaiming to be the best/worst band in Sydney on their debut 7". They goof around with smiles and guitars on the cover of the Best-side, and look stone faced, beers in hand, at the piss trough on the Worst-side. They howl that they’re a waste of time, that they’re a bunch of lone wolves, that they don’t wanna know, that they hate creative types. And that’s it. Four songs, done.**This is suburban teenage angst coming from three guys no longer in their teens and no longer living in the suburbs. Which is exactly what makes this release so great/dumb.