03 Stepping Out

The Exploders are an Electric Country and Psychephallic Rock or Roll group hailing from the wild antipodes of the Great Southern continent of Australia.

Their recordings have been described as ‘The Beatles on Speed’, ‘the heirs apparent to The Faces’, ‘The D.I.Y. Band’ and my favourite … ‘listening to The Exploders is like driving naked in a floorless car on a road of tongues’.

The Band seem to insist, rather refuse (with a sole exception) to record their albums anywhere bar their 3 citadels of Sound … these Studios are ‘Yo Yo Studio’ and ‘Black Bird Sound Studio’ both based in Perth and the mysterious ‘Carthage Villa’ of which the exact location is unknown.

The Group has just released their 3rd full length studio album titled ‘Orche . Stratos . Pheric’ out now through Rubber Records.

‘O.S.P’ follows their previous 2 LP’s, the ‘self-titled’ debut album which made an immediate splash and achieved healthy national radio airplay (Steppin’ Out, My Country Brain, Big Hair Revolution and Please Please), then came the follow up 2nd album ‘Easy and the Sun’, recorded in Texas with Stuart Sykes (Modest Mouse & The White Stripes), the only recording the group has ever undertaken outside that trio of studios.

That trip also saw the band make their international debut live performances in the U.S. the U.K and Europe.

The new release, ‘Orche . Stratos . Pheric’ is startling in breadth of styles and seamlessly eclectic marrying of genres. The album follows a narrative of the fatalistic life and ultimate death of a child prodigy called ‘Brave Achilles’. The concept is a truly bizarre mash of Hellenistic mythology, modern life, wives tale, proverb and perversion using music as glue. 

Live The Exploders are renown for their extremely aggressive approach.
Their shows are not note perfect, thank heaven and all the fluffy footed fuckers who sail in her for that! But it was honest, it was offered up with conviction, and it was the most brutal form of art known to mankind, performed with brutality, exactly where brutality belongs… on a stage in front of those who’ve asked for it.


Harmond S. Tuttle
(Freelance Music Journalist and critic)