She Was Loud Melbourne I remember sitting on the bus on the way home from school and even though the trip was long & those shitty seats were hard, if I had my walkman the journey would be alright. I would replay albums over & over, dissecting their genius all while zoning the nutter in the corner. Watching Rage on a Saturday morning had become my religion & the bands played the hymns. I would turn up my parents stereo one click from inaudible distortion & would mosh in my friends living rooms, buzzing after raiding our parents liquor cabinets. The feeling was something new & it was overdue. I loved that time & I miss it. So with a little help from my friends a team of like minded homesick aliens was assembled to put their stamp on a record that gives a nod to those on the posters that once plastered my bedroom wall.