Who Cares? - Who Cares? Who Cares?

“Purely Physical Teeny Tapes continue to sink their teeth into the fleshy nethers of the contemporary oz underground, plucking the self-titled ep of vivisected bedroom folk by naarm/melbourne trio Who Cares?

from the recesses of net anonymity for the greatest of good.

Upon appearing out of nowhere back in ‘24, the quartet’s debut registered (feverishly) somewhere between immediacy & beguilement, the intervening year & change doing little to dull its aura, the mystique only heightened by their suitably gorgeous appearance in wonderful company on a colourful

storm’s recent ‘going back to sleep…’ compilation-extravaganza. The conceit of these four tracks here is disarmingly minimal – repetitious loner guitar strummage, oblique vox poetics as lullaby, intermittent

sunken percussion, bass the subtle melodic lugger – all recurring/revolving in delicious pirouette freefall, un-rinseable within the mind, wayward melodies stuck like heat-warped treacle.

As with the firmest of its diy domestica ilk, there’s something ever so slightly off here, the carnivalesque nature of this thing being the ‘what?’ that keeps pulling you in. parched ennui drip, fully zonked bacchanal

(anti-)energetics, listlessness rendered bedsit anthem, cooees in the hallway. depending on how your head is screwed, ‘correct’ or otherwise, one might hear a charmed take on a vein of folk song fallen well

by the wayside/behind the mantle, others a seance for the spirits in the kettle, others more attuned to the myriad wraiths swirling within the outer reaches of these songs, flights of whimsy foiled by a sticky, gluey

something or other. choose, or rather submit to your own adventure. Miaow miaow miaow.”