Facing Maturity: A Listen To Autocalm By The Nagging Doubts

Picture Australia. Sun, merriment and spangly pop princesses and princes. Not always. Not always as you now cast your mind to the Noir King of Alternative, Nick Cave and Bad Seeds. Following in their footsteps is a gathering of high school jammers named The Nagging Doubts, whose Post-Punk deluge caught the ears of ex Lemonheads drummer Nic Dalton and producer Wayne Connolly, who then refined their intention shaping the output that we absorb today and seven-track EP Autocalm, untethered on April 21st.

Patchwork vinyl collections curated by their parents refined their pallet and earned them the status of promising export from the tight-knit musical scene of Sydney. Production of the EP is rich and luscious as opener Through a Glass Darkly (Part 1) acoustically launches into a smooth indiefied approach, delivering an airiness to proceedings calling, 'You'll be fine.'

Making camp at the more velvety end of Post-Punk, akin to the Fon's subdued numbers, the tracks employ the richness of the female and male voice to their advantage, lacing together in A Shot In The Dark. The destination of Manchester sonics permeate the airwaves and heard in the picked bass encountered in Berlin. 'I’m burning up, I hear it calling me now,” marks entry into maturity as siren synths and ghostly backing whips up weirdness matching French group Structures; this is atmospheric stuff.

It was during a long road trip down their homeland's East Coast that permitted the acoustic guitar to marinate in their culture, creating their identity in the Punk scene. Through a Glass Darkly (Part 2) picks up the mantle of hopes and despair we face in desperation through all-encompassing drums, where gentle tendencies emerge in Marine, truth pouring out of every note: “I’ve got a feeling I’ve stepped into a brand new phase in time.” Although it is a period of mouth-watering anticipation, there is still an acute awareness of what is left behind.

When The Weather Changes makes a fleeting visit to 90s America wrapped in a cosy jumper of grunge with whispering verses and a confident chorus and signifying the end is nigh is The Storm toys with disjointed rhythms and thrusts with stamina. Enthusiasm and capability in bounds, the five youths captured their snapshot of adolescence and locating their way into adulthood.


Article by Beverley Knight