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OPTIC NERVE - TRAP DOOR (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

URGE RECORDS [2023] VINYL PRE-ORDER: https://urgerecords.bandcamp.com/merch DOWNLOAD: https://opticnerve.bandcamp.com/album... URGE RECORDS:   / urgerecords   Video by Madeleine Andrews While still better known for its beach vistas and senate corruption, real heads know that the city of Sydney, Australia has consistently produced some of the most vital underground music of at least the last fifteen years. And amongst this fertile ground, Optic Nerve have emerged as one of it's most compelling artists. Their debut album "Angel Numbers" is irrefutable proof. So much sets this band apart that it's hard to know where to start. For one, there are Gigi De Lacy's cut-up lyrics. Delivered with a bark at turns harrowing and triumphant, they honour the nuance of complex frustrations while subverting punk's tired trend for abject and simplistic negativity. They are referential, but to a point where it becomes high-concept. These days it takes a certain amount of self-assuredness to include both a conceptual explainer and a list of footnotes in your record's insert. But we can assure you that any pretension is earned by an intellectual rigour. And you'll have to take our word for it, because to summarise or paraphrase the lyrical approach and the concepts at work here any further, would only do them a disservice. Okay, a hint: it's locus is the heresy of a French Christian Mystic whose thought was centuries ahead of her time when she was burned at the stake. Suffice to say also, that this is the greatest punk record ever to pay homage to Madonna's "What It Feels Like For A Girl". The ambition on display here scales the heights not of ego but of transcendent songwriting. The guitar playing is immaculate and unique, a genius melding of countrified twang and hardcore intensity. The rhythm section pound with bulletproof precision, but are smart enough to know when to cede ground to inspired flourishes of acoustic guitar, interjections of experimental noise and even a flute, which kicks off the album with such flair that love on first listen is unavoidable. And the importance of love is just one thing this record will teach those who pay it close attention.... If you are longing for a band to avoid the same old tropes of disaffection, you need it done with more bile AND more style, then you owe yourself an experience with Optic Nerve. LYRICS: touch wood burning through (the) hole where my chipping goes sour you, follow me home feel your spit betraying what you see Trap Door, opens to a jump’d castle front yard (behind parked cars,) overlooking soccer fields lightning up my arms (touch wood) sneakers on rib cages slurs travel down hallways no history makes conditions of this en clo sure posed by your lack answer: crushed by the weight of this, pess I mism i try to get up and navigate this body scraped Trap Door opening up behind parked cars find the glimmers of joy and work that lights the way out this world. sun lit many horizons, out the gate with this folding bend it in new ways. DISCLAIMER: Uploaded on behalf of family