Early on, these representatives of the rowdy Sydney surf-punk crowd showed only glimmerings of ability that might lift them above the garage-grunge mass — and oh, those inane lyrics! On the LP, a lot of the audible words are still dopey (one decent set are borrowed from someone else’s poem). Yet the band also shows some real melodic strength as they add folk-rock and other musical elements to their now-potent noise-rock. Too bad screamer Ben Brown can’t sing; the more demanding the song, the worse he sounds.