<p><span><span><span>- Lots of things have surprised me about </span><em>Rotsler’s Rules</em><span>, the new record by Naarm / Melbourne band Black Cab. To begin with, while I wasn’t looking, one of my favourite little bands turned twenty-three, which doesn’t seem possible; I guess it’s their endlessly fresh-sounding retro-futurism which fooled me.

<p><span><span><span>- If you’re wondering how a band that sounds like </span><strong>New Order</strong><span> found its way to the home of brutal, arty hardcore in Brisbane, </span><strong>Team Glasses</strong><span>, I’m sure you’re not the only one. I can just about imagine the hardcore-heads getting together a deputation to let the label know it’s </span><em>hardcore only round here</em><span>.

<p><span><span>- Back in the days of BC (Before COVID) two Meanjin/Brisbane fellas released an EP, <em>The Sponge</em>, and this reviewer remarked: “Where does Syrup go from here?