IN IT FOR THE LONG HAUL
Smack bang in the centre of a venn diagram between ‘grandiose rock anthems that not even stadiums could hold’, ‘fervently passionate authenticity’ and ‘infectious larrikin spirit that makes them impossible to hate’, The Vanns deserved every second of their monolithic breakthrough at the turn of the decade. Last year’s debut album Through The Wall was an instant hit upon release, bolstered by colossally captivating jams like the lively and luminous “Mother”, energy-brewing “Deranged” and furiously fiery “How Was I Supposed To Know”.
But much like the bands they draw influence from (see: Gang Of Youths, Kings Of Leon, Queen), something truly magical happens when The Vanns take to the stage. Their. At the core of their wall-to-wall calamity is the double axe attack from Jimmy Vann and Cameron Little, both shredders punishing their fretboards with licks that belt from the PA like snakes at their prey.
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