‘Polish Club’ EP
Sydney's Polish Club writes pop songs fifty years late and twice the speed. In any one of their numbers, which barely nip at the three minute mark, the full-bodied howl of Motown's finest frontmen is parsed through the garage rock scuzz of Detroit.
There are two of them. They are called Novak and John-Henry and are the loudest goddamn soul outfit you've ever heard. Word about Polish Club is spreading almost as fast as they play.
Expect to see them in your hometown soon, and expect to be floored. It will be loud.