Psychedelic Porn Crumpets

Perth’s Psychedelic Porn Crumpets are ready to take on the Gold Coast at SPRINGTIME 2021. When you think of a typical English fete, you think of coconut shies and Punch & Judy puppet shows, children tearing around laughing and little old ladies selling homemade hams with smudged labels. The idyllic picture hardly seems like something that would inspire the concept of an album by an Australian psych rock band, but then Perth’s Psychedelic Porn Crumpets have always been hard ones to pin down. On their third album, ‘And Now For The Whatchamacallit’, the four-piece take that very British image and reimagine a 1930s small town fair for the future, twisting the wholesome giddiness and mirth of such events into a madcap adventure that feels like a ride you don’t want to end. It was inspired by a documentary about Woburn Sands, the English town frontman Jack McEwan grew up in. “It felt like a homage back to home,” explains Jack. “That idea felt like I could write about these old times but give it a twist of the future, like what people back then would think it would be like.” With the theme emerging a few songs into the writing of the record, the band decided to embrace the “nostalgic happiness” associated with it and write “the most fun things we could think of”. “Fun” is perhaps an understatement when it comes to describing ‘And Now For The Whatchamacallit’, which sprints through thunderous, wailing fuzzy rock (‘When In Rome’), sitar-led lysergic voyages (‘Native Tongue’), and stomping psych-pop (‘Bill’s Mandolin’). The latter was written in honour of a mandolin Jack was given on the band’s last UK tour, which became an inanimate observer of all sorts of capers, the likes of which informed the record’s song writing. While ‘And Now For The Whatchamacallit’ largely takes you on a trip through nights out, its final song is more like a tour through Jack’s own life – or at least his most recent years. “I transitioned from working on a building site to going three years down the track and travelling around the UK as a band,” he explains. “It’s a completely different world so ‘Dezi’s…’ is almost that adventure and carrying on with tour. It sounds like me peering out of a window from a 20-year-old’s perspective but seeing everything happening right now. Rather than a memory, it’s a forward memory.” As well as tons of punchy songs that make you want to get on their level, the album is also home to some experimental instrumentals, like the heavenly ‘Fields, Woods, Time’ and the warped noodling of ‘Digital Hunger’. Intended as transitionary tracks, they’re placed at points of the record you wouldn’t necessarily expect an interlude. “I wanted that element of wonder and what’s gonna happen afterwards,” Jack says. “You’re intrigued to listen a bit more to see where it goes next.” After starting out as a project for Jack’s uni course, the last four years have taken the band – completed by guitarist Luke Parish, drummer Danny Caddy, and bassist Luke Reynolds – on an unexpected but brilliant journey, winning over fans across the globe with their exuberant live show and inventive, unpredictable songwriting. Where Psychedelic Porn Crumpets themselves go next from here is anyone’s guess. What to expect: Rock, alternative-indie


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