Melbourne band Bad Vision have possibly one of the greatest bio's ever written by a band and their music ain't bad either. In fact, it's almost too good to be true.
Recorded in Captain B's shakin’ shack and mixed and mastered by Mikey Young the double A-side single "112/VISIONS" is just about as lickable as you can get both musically and physically ( it comes on green vinyl) with the added bonus of a download card. Loud, uncompromising, obnoxious without inviting you to punch them, crunchy buttered riffs, lollypop harmonies and a killer guitar sound make you want to hug them with appreciation and gratitude for being part of the movement to re-install rock & roll into the hearts and minds of the hipster generation. Bless them. Venerate them.
Before you listen to the best rock & roll, head- fucking band, that is Bad Vision, take time to read their bio below. It'll give ya'll a little taste of who, what, where, when and why.
"Do you want to know a riddle? C’mon, everyone loves a riddle…. What has 18 strings, frenzied jungle-trash rhythms and an acerbic bellyacher who’s writhed his way out of the cutthroat jaws of Beelzebub himself? I won’t give the cinnamon away so soon…. No, feel free to stew in the paregoric juices of your minds eye while you strive to comprehend a beast so primitive and dazzling, dangerous and seductive, hackneyed, but still so impudently unprecedented that your pulse will sweat razorblades and your brow will beat the drum of your ego. What? Nothing... Guitar noise raw enough to make you cut your teeth and chew your beer. Drum vibrations that will rearrange your heartbeat backwards. Lascivious vocalizing that will make you wish your ears were between your legs. What? Everything… Give up? I did years ago. You won’t hear it on an indie-mag compilation. You won’t see it on pedestrian tv. You won’t feel it on your sweaty palms. You won’t even taste it for all the mercury. It will find you. It WILL find you. Is it garage? Whatever the fuck that means... Is it punk? Shutup. Is it surf? Don’t make me…. Is it pop? Enough, already. It’s enough for you to dance the hopscotch with your eyes shut; it’s enough for you to punch your best friend before making-out; it’s enough to writhe on the floor in your own emancipated birthday suit; it’s enough to shake off the workaday catatonic stupor with a self-effacing one-armed handstand, legs flailing like jellied antennae. It’s enough to leave the house and remember what it was like, and what it should be. So get your sequined assless chaps on, brush your hair back with a blowtorch, fellate your quiff for the umpteenth time, iron your bowtie white and get down to the goddamn pub. Seething is believing. Bad Vision will be seeing you."
Bad Vision launch 112/Visions with a party happening at the Old Bar on Saturday January 12th, with help from The Kremlings, Rayon Moon and Messed Up, entry is 10 bucks.
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