LUCA BRASIS LONG WAY TO THE TOP
Five years ago, this scribe caught Luca Brasi play a ~2,000,000-decibel set to a crowd of flannel-clad punks in a beatdown dive bar accentuated with the faint scent of middle-age regret. It was far from the kind of setting you’d want to take a first date to, but to stand in a human tsunami – drenched in sweat and dodging wave upon wave of crowd surfers – was the only way to truly appreciate the anti-gaudy and intensely honest brand of noise the Tassie pub-punk powerhouse wore so feverishly on their sleeve… But goddamn, how things have changed.
Their latest king hit to the eardrums, Stay, is as honest as anything the Brasi boys have thrown us in days past – if not moreso. It’s dirt-raw and never veers too far from the fist-pumping jam material our mates have always delivered, but all things considered, it’s also a much more grandiose record. Stay takes itself a little more seriously than prior efforts
