Money For Rope
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Enticing Melbourne rock fans to unfold their arms and move toward the stage is a challenge few bands meet. The average rock’n’roll outfit rarely evokes a punter’s desire to really move. Dancing one’s arse off, what’s more, is a rockeratti myth - rumours of rock-induced gyrations waft out of closed-door venues and after-parties but it’s seldom seen in the public bar. Money For Rope reject this history. They’ve never seen it at their shows. Their crazed rock’n’soul surf garage parties always transform a stoic and cynical crowd into an exuberant force on par with the band’s own rabid energy. The jaw-dropping energy of two drumkits, two guitars, a bass, four voices and keys command the response of an electrified room and, Jesus Christ, do they get it. Misery Lane by Money For Rope |
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