POLISH CLUB

One guitar. One voice. One drum kit — frequently bloodied, sometimes broken. This can only begin to tell the story of Polish Club, the sweat-soaked Aussie soul-punk duo with a heart-wringing knack for ass-kicking rock tunes and a gift for burning down every room they play. Polish Club's combined energy simply defies belief, testament to a chemistry that's maybe one part plan and nine parts feeling. Yes, for those with a literal bent, there is a Polish connection binding their respective backstories. 

Early tours opening for the likes of Courtney Barnett and Gang of Youths were loaded with a dangerous sense of portent. "A gritty garage rock two-piece unafraid to throw themselves into the action," the AU Review observed. "People were … literally blown away by an absolute musical reckoning." Come 2017, the duo were selling out their own shows and running ragged rings around the sprawling festival circuit of the great southern land. "Able", "Beeping" and "Did Somebody Tell Me" evinced an ever-tightening telepathic intensity and searing soul chemistry. 

But hey. We could bang on like this all day. But like any strangely thrilling encounter with a hyperactive stranger in a darkened room, the proof of Polish Club is mostly physical. Like being slammed sideways against the nearest wall, and liking it.