I heard this on Music Deli a while back and my hair fairly stood on end. It’s been my number one earworm and consolation over a fairly trying too-busy-to-blog couple of weeks.
Here’s the only YouTube of this song I can find, and unfortunately the audio is shit. Imagine this song with wonderful sound, starting with a clean, hair-raising blast from that horn section, and go off and buy Homemade Biscuits. It’s as if Wilson Pickett came back to life as an Australian and joined the Saints.
This song should go in the Pool room along with Know Your Product, Eternally Yours, and other iconic Australian indie foot stompers.
Dan Sultan is releasing another album at the Espy Gershwin room on November 21. I hope he’s still using that horn section.