One of Melbourne’s most exciting art rock trios – The plastic Fingers have just unleashed their brand new EP titled The Blessed (out now via Golden Robot).
Comprised of Mark Ward (MOON, Pearls & Swine) on guitar, vocals and sonic waves; Ronald John Neal (Pearls & Swine) on bass and vocals; and George Velenik on drums and vocals, the hard-hitting power trio have spent the last year in the studio producing this EP, with the musical journey exploring heavy blues, funk and groove entwined with an ever-present love for thumping rock.
To celebrate the release of the record, the guys have kindly penned a track by track which you can check out below. For more info visit The Plastic Fingers Facebook page.
THE BLESSED
This is not how it’s meant to be. You are the blessed: this is exactly what it is. This epic journey explains how some people have what they have got, others have what they’re seeing; all set in a Cuban backdrop of white ’70s funk meets the epic Scotch of 2016. A time where the world needs to find peace, so drive, through your life, no rear view mirror, just drive baby.
CRUNCHOLA
The world on this street is groove. Take a Hendrix feel and blend it with a static space, like Mars. Viola crunchola. A story of believing in you and not an idol, should comfort all. The bang to an extended jam at the end to remind people that the Fingers aren’t a program, they are a band (with real fingers). So have a low blue light, a decent sound system and party the night away.
IT’S WHAT YOU GOT
More broken love songs from the band of broken love songs. This is an eerie simple tale of being happy with what you’ve got – not always wanting something you don’t have. With a U2 meets INXS feel, this song breathes it’s emotional rainbow on all it touches.
COMEBACK
Imagine Michael Hutchence and Mick Jagger could actually have a baby – well, this is their child. A haunting slow groover that has hints of an emotional rescue, with a gypsy painting the ship’s stern. If we have this beauty, we could all make a comeback. Enjoy!
SOLD YOUR GOD
This was actually the band’s first ever jam together. It wasn’t written, it wrote itself. A nice Zapper-ish feel, with a story of betrayal to you. You means you, and you are your own God – so don’t sell it, it’s what you have got. After the story the band jams out with a totally free-form solo that blisters like an angel in the sun.
Enjoy this band, become a fan and we will give you our hand on a ride that even if you fall off, you will fly to the side of all you love. The Plastic Fingers.
