I’ve been sitting here for a while now, wondering what to say about this new record from local rockers Mammoth Mammoth. Firstly, finding any info on them is harder than you might think. It’s like they’re akin to their namesake –an almost mythical beast, one that ruled the Earth at some point, perhaps, but then died for no reason and now is revered as something it may not have been. Regardless, this particular entity is all about making raucous noise and so to hell with information, this is rock’n’roll.

Specifically, this is ten tracks of rock’n’roll. With some punk in there. And some stoner rock. Let’s get this straight first up – this is not a highly technical record, full of artistic nuance, brilliant instrumental command and sharply honed vocals. No, it is not that at all. “Oh man,” you might be saying, “That’s a damn shame.”....

Well actually, it’s not. Because after only one listen, it’s searingly obvious that this record is supposed to sound exactly as it does – it’s as if this album was recorded by a dude holding up a tape recorder in the bandroom at the Tote in the early hours of a Saturday morning at one of Mammoth Mammoth’s gigs. Not that it sounds bad, but that’s the energy emanating off this disc, particularly the slow-groove headbanging riff of St. Kilda.....

Because, despite everything being in the right place, this music isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about niceties and politeness. It’s not about being sweet to your gran or being the designated driver. It’s about plugging that damn guitar in over there, pushing the couch out of the way so’s you’ve somewhere to set up the kit, trying to fit as much beer into the fridge as possible and making some fucking noise. From opener 500 Horsepower to closer Two Sides, this is pure, dirty, scruffy, completely unpretentious, tongue-in-cheek (hopefully…), where-the-fuck-did-I-leave-my-car-keys rock’n’roll. That’s all there is to it and that’s all you need to know.....

Sam Fell....