This Melbourne outfit has been getting so much love as of late, that if you haven’t heard of them or seen them live by now you must be living deep under a shameful rock. The word on the street is that The Messengers are this generations version of The Easybeats. I disagree.
The Messengers are in a league of their own, smashing out so many gigs this year that they have had to start declining shows, as these over talented boys try to leave enough time for their other brilliant and fast moving bands, Kremlin Succession, Gun Ballads, The Hondas, Hayley Cooper, and that’s just naming a few.
This single is a party favourite, and a gig sellout, perfect for the drunken singalong. It’s repetitive, catchy, and fun yet still has enough attitude to kick you in the guts. It’s a dark and realistic love song with a deceptively happy beat, that stands alone next to all the painfully overdone love ballads of recent times.
It’s beyond refreshing to hear an all male rock band singing about getting the girl back, even if she is a abusive vixen that leaves them blue and black. You can look deep into it and say it’s a perfect tale of true love and dependency, or take the lighter approach and hear they are taking the piss, either way this track will take them far.
– Tegan Ringin
