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MOJO magazine heard the ghost of Lennon in the way “they rock, they play it gentle, they deliver the hooks” and in Greg (“Liam with a brain”) Williams’ “expressive and emotionally direct” voice, there are echoes of Go-Betweens' Grant McLennon. The download includes the rare track "When I'm Down", originally released in 2007 only as the B-side to the limited edition single "She's Not The One".
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The Cure For The Cure is a piece of hidden treasure from Melbourne band Splurge.
Sounds like: Radiohead, Oasis, Pulp, The Church, Crowded House, Echo and the Bunneymen, Tears For Fears, Travis
• CD includes a full colour 16-page booklet and insert with lyrics and artwork by Chris Bowden, as well as covert art. • Also includes immediate download of 13-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
Inside a log cabin and just outside Hall’s Gap, Splurge got stuck into the songs that make up The Cure For The Cure, the band’s third album which will be released in 2007 by PopBoomerang.
It wasn’t the first time the band had taken up residence there—two tracks from their debut were recorded live in the big wooden room and the open fire crackles behind the vocals their second release Heavy Weather.
But this time a makeshift studio was cobbled together and this band headed for the hills of The Grampians with a station wagon full of their recording gear, vintage amps, guitars and effects.
“We wanted to make a record that came from some other place,” says songwriter Greg Williams. “More than that—not just to sound to like it, but to be in it. You get up there, you get your bunk, you get your spot in the room, you get up every day and make music. You get dug in.”
Splurge don’t exactly come from nowhere—MOJO magazine heard the ghost of Lennon in the way “they rock, they play it gentle, they deliver the hooks” and in Greg’s “expressive and emotionally direct” voice, Jeff Jenkins of Inpress found echoes of Grant McLennon.
While “the tunes come thick and fast”, others noticed “a keen eye for delicious pop treats, but also an emotive honesty” , an “innate ability to meld melody and mood” and an “eclectic mix of styles that displays confidence and ability”—while referencing Dylan, The Church, Oasis (“Liam with a brain”) and Teenage Fanclub.
But for the band, it’s just not what it sounds like that matters. “All the songs pick up on the idea that nothing is ever finished—by the time you find the cure, you’ll need a cure for that too. One thing you can do is be in the moment... what it is to be in this place at this time... and that’s what we tried to catch up in The Cabin.”
Polished pop like Pulp, says All Music
January 2008 | Australian band Splurge often have a lot in common with British band Pulp in terms of their presentation and sound, especially with the highbrow, textured, and terribly pretty opener When I Go To Sleep. Here singer Greg Williams sounds more like Neil Finn then he does Jarvis Cocker, but it's nonetheless an extremely polished piece of pop.
From there, Splurge opts for a meaty, thicker rock sound à la Travis or the Charlatans during Crystalline with its subtle electronic traces. When the singer slows things down with the exquisite, radio-friendly She’s Not The One, artists like Richard Ashcroft and Echo & the Bunnymen instantly come to the fore. And the ensuing power pop of I Don’t Feel It only heightens the album's quality.
The consistency of the album is its biggest selling point as the crunchy Too Much Is Not Enough becomes the second greatest song with that title after the Tom Petty track.
The band pick themselves up again with a formulaic, safe but steady Hey Children which works on several levels. The title track is a bit peculiar with its folksy, singer/songwriter, Beatles-lite feel yet still manages to make its mark.
Sophisticated pop melody overdose! says PopMatters
11 October 2007 | Melbourne’s Splurge doesn’t splurge so much on big guitar riffs or over-the-top vocals. What they do overdose on is sophisticated pop melodies that have the listener’s attention from the onset.
Whether it’s the gorgeous When I Go To Sleep with its Crowded House aura and lovable high harmonies or the moodier Crystalline that has a bit more bark or bite to it, Splurge seem to hit the mark more often than not. Things reach a greater level of quality with She’s Not The One that brings classic Echo & The Bunnymen to mind.
Lead singer Greg Williams and guitarist Neville Hill weave some magic again during the slow-building gem Beautiful which lives up to its title over the course of nearly five minutes. Mixing a cross between the best of ‘90s Brit-pop with a decent batch of ‘80s stalwarts, Splurge once again shine on Hey Children and the equally pretty Is That You with its meandering, trippy, retro segments.
There’s also a certain Lennon-feel on the closing title track which makes this album a winner.
Out-radiates Radiohead! says Popism
1 June 2007 | Splurge were described, by no less than MOJO magazine, as a song-packing Melbourne four-piece that rocks, plays it gentle and delivers the hooks, with the ghost of Lennon pervading some of the tracks.
With their third outing, they sure do all of the above mentioned, and with an obvious commercial touch to it as well, which might gain them an even bigger international exposure.
The things is, that whoever comes to mind as an audiable reference point, Splurge seems to be doing it in kind of a more sophisticated-or-eclectic-or-brainy way, as heard from the opening When I Go To Sleep or Beautiful, which both out-radiate Radiohead's greatest Bends/Computer era ballads, or Crystalline which isn’t too unlike The Beatles-through-Verve, or as someone has already said, “Liam with a brain”.
My own favourites are the ones that make another pair of obvious Beatlisms, with Numb being put through an even more FABulous sound of their Scottish soulmates The Diggers, and the second one is the slightlydelic, almost hip-hop-by-way-of-Beck sounding Get Up And Watch TV.
A Major Keeper! 11 perfect songs, says Not Lame
2 April 2007 | Australian import and what a release!
An immensely mature outing that is filled with 11 perfect songs, all extremely well written with a careful eye to not only detail, but the emotional current running underneath every note and lyric.
Much of this album reminds me of Radiohead “The Bends”, classic early Oasis and the rock side of the Brit-pop sound from the mid 90s and even some Tears For Fears.
This is an album from ‘note #1’ that impressed here at Not Lame and in the span of one solid day has received three complete play-through listens already. A Major Keeper!!
Melodies are excellent, highly recommended says Powerpopaholic
29 May 2007 | Splurge are a pop-folk-rock group from Australia with a laid back approach. They are a little hard to pin down as far as category actually. They have mid-tempo beats and steady rhythm guitars with melodic wailing vocals.
The opener When I Go To Sleep is a bit like Coldplay meets Aztec Camera. She’s Not The One is another good song doing an Echo & The Bunnymen vibe with some synth and guitar. Sometimes the laid back guitar works well - the song Beautiful is better than any James Blunt trash.
Too Much Is Not Enough is one of the few great rockers here. Several songs toward the end of the album, drift along on a lazy psychedelic vibe. The exception is Numb a nice Pulp-styled ballad with dramatic flair. Overall the melodies are excellent, and this is a highly recommended CD.
A great sound, great band! says Jam Recordings
May 2007 | New band from Australia on the ever reliable Popboomerang label! The band has a great sound in cahoots with Dodgy, Oasis, Travis, Radiohead, in short..they sound like the post wave 2nd British invasion which peaked during the mid 90s. A great sound, great band, and highly recommended to all British power pop fans!
Backing vocals by James Macdonald 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 11
and Greg Arnold 10, 11.
Bass by Dallas Rayner 8, 10, 11; Greg Arnold 4, 5, 9;
James Black 1, 2, 3 and Neville Hill 2, 6.
Songs by Greg Williams, Control.
Produced by James Black. Mixed by Michael Letho.
Drums engineered by Richard Stolz at Sing Sing South. Edited by Adam Rhodes.
Instruments and vocals at The Cabin in Hall’s Gap.
Mastered by Martin Pullan at Edensound.
Artwork by Chris Bowden and Buck Naked Graphic Design.
Splurge is to quote MOJO magazine “a song-packing Melbourne four-piece” that has released three albums—Splurge (1999), Heavy
Weather (2002) and The Cure For The Cure (2007). MOJO heard the ghost of Lennon in the way “they rock, they play it gentle, they deliver the hooks” and in songwriter Greg Williams’ “expressive and emotionally direct” voice are echoes of Grant McLennon and Steve Kilbey....more
When I Go To Sleep You might think you know me well But not so fast Brother look at me, brother look at me You might think you see me clearly Through the glass Brother that’s not me, brother that’s not me Cos when I’m in my head alone The dread becomes the dream When I go to sleep When I close my eyes The water’s always deep And and it’s oh so wide I never get over to the other side When I go to sleep When I close my eyes You might think you’ve gone as low As you can go Brother I’ve been there, brother I’ve been there Cos when you’re on the bottom There’s only one place left to go Brother don’t despair, brother don’t despair Cos when I’m in my bed alone The dread becomes the dream When I go to sleep When I close my eyes The water’s always deep And and it’s oh so wide I never get over to the other side When I go to sleep When I close my eyes Behind the stars behind your eyes Nothing lives and nothing dies Pulled under the water sucking air Deeper and deeper down to where You know you can’t come back from there.
With the weight of the world Pressing down on your veins Blood turns blacker than coal Colder than rain And the cracks in your heart Paper over with time Hurt is hard and bright and crystalline Like a splinter while you sleep Hurt works its way in deep And the longer you deny Deny That there’s nothing wrong Deny The longer you will cry Wrap me round your rubber soul Send me turning out of control Did you look inside your soul And never find your heart Beating like its never gonna stop It’s never gonna start Like a splinter while you sleep Hurt works its way in deep And the longer you deny Deny That you loved someone Deny The longer you will cry Cry cry cry...
She’s Not The One
Where is she tonight When I’m feeling low? Someone I want to talk to And somewhere to go Where is she tonight When I’m feeling blue? Guess I’ll go there by myself again And say the things I always do But not for her will I burn my bridges down But not for her will I wear my thorny crown She’s not the one I went looking for her Where words are as cheap as the rain Down columns of fear Through galleys of pain I went looking for her And I found someone But she knows yes she knows She’s not the one And for her my walls will not be coming down And for her the palms beneath my feet are brown She’s not the one.
I Don’t Feel It
You put words inside my mouth babe You paint pictures in my head Thin-skinned and callow You take me to your bed Did you put mushrooms in my coffee? Did you put sugar in my tea? Addictive and heady What’s gotten into me? I’m waiting for the fever I’m waiting for the rush But I don’t feel it I don’t hear the voices in your head babe I don’t see the things that you can see Something’s happening But its not happening to me I’m waiting for the fever I’m waiting for the rush But I don’t feel it.
Beautiful Stay with me be by my side On the road to my horizon To the way ahead I am blind And I don’t care where we’re going Breathe beside me through the night To the pale light of morning Newly-born and wondering Knowing all and knowing nothing She gets what she gives She gives without need Whatever her desire That’s what I need She’s beautiful so beautiful But she don’t hide behind it She’s beautiful so beautiful I can’t describe it I raise my head against the wind Shift the load my shoulders aching Further to go than I’ve left behind Whatever path we’re taking She gets what she gives She gives without need Whatever her desire That’s what I need She’s beautiful so beautiful But she don’t hide behind it She’s beautiful so beautiful I can’t describe it.
Too Much Is Not Enough I got muscles, forgotten how to use ’em I got desires, but I got nowhere to put ’em I bite my nails I grind my teeth And my fingers are stained with nicotine Who’s that banging down the door? What did you close the window for? Where’d you get that stuff? No no no Too much is not enough I got some ideas, running round my head When I’m not thinking, they get up and dance naked Foot stomping rhythm Hand beating drum Flame rising higher Smoke blocking out the sun What am I waiting for? Lying here on the floor Have I had enough? No no no Too much is not enough I’ve still got some issues with you But I’d rather cut off my own head than I would talk them through Please can I have some more? What about the bottom drawer? Just a little touch? No no no Too much is not enough..
Get Up And Watch TV If you want a come down baby Take a look at yourself Before you open your mouth and the words come out Take a look at yourself Is what you see what I see Watching other people watching TV Who who am I boring you? Cos I’m changing the channel onto something new Lying here half undressed My mind’s wide open to what happens next Wish I had the nerve to get you off my chest And get up and watch TV Everybody’s got their problems baby Take a look at yourself Before you come down hard get in your own backyard Take a look at yourself Here I am at my PC Watching you fingering your rosary Who who are you coming too? Get down on your knees and I’ll pray with you Lying here half undressed My mind’s wide open to what happens next Wish I had the nerve to get you off my chest And get up and watch TV Lying here.
Never did me no good But it never did you no harm To let me believe you would Ever let me down But let me down you did And why was I so surprised? Was it what it meant to me? Or how it looked in other eyes? I know I should be feeling something Now the pain has gone But how long must I feel this numb? Never tried to build you up Further than you could fall down Half empty was my cup But that’s still enough to drown in I know I should be feeling something Now the pain has gone But how long must I feel Tell me how long I must feel numb?
Hey Children Throw my caution to the wind No I won’t ever doubt again And I’ll be free of all of them It’s scary but it’s heady Throw my suitcase in the car With my vox and my guitar It’s a trip to take with care If you’re not really ready Hey children gather ‘round Can you hear that singing sound? Hey children bang the drum Do it while you’re young What’s done is done What will come will come Don’t be afraid Throw your toys away Throw me back into the show It’s the only thing I love and know It don’t matter where I go My line cannot be broken Throw my head right back and laugh I see no road I know no path The words uncertainty and death Are ready to be spoken Hey children watch your tongues Don’t lead you where your feet can’t run Hey children watch your heads Don’t forget your hearts What’s done is done What will come will come Don’t be afraid Throw your toys away.
Is That You I
s that you being right? Sleeping soundly through the loveless night Is that you laying low? Marking time, time moving slow But I will speak the words I believe will set me free Is that you alone again? Asking yourself the wrong questions Is that you hanging tough? Saying I love you baby but it’s not enough But I will speak the words I believe will set me free Love... come to me Is that you the girl I knew? What did I know what did I do? Is that you, you and me? Walking slow treading carefully But I will speak the words I believe will set me free Love... come to me.
The Cure For The Cure
I’ve been walking so long Will I ever be found? Treading icy paths Never looking down The air is thinner up here It’s clearer and its pure Harder to breathe the air down there Than take the cure for the cure Everlasting lies, neverending whys Big questions no answers What am I going to do? I stopped believing in anything When I lost my faith in you I used to take it to heart Shot by the longest bow I used to take it too hard But now its so hard to know What is there to fear, what is there to hear? Big questions no answers What am I going to do? I stopped believing in anything When I lost my faith in you Up above the snow It’s so cold, so cold Where the ice is old Nothing grows, nothing grows.