Tropical Fuck Storm were formed around 2017 in the city of Melbourne, Victoria along Australia’s south-eastern coast. The band released their debut long-player A Laughing Death in Meatspace on Joyful Noise Recordings in 2018. Each of the band’s four members bring considerable experience to the group. Liddiard and Fiona Kitschin were part of the long-running and critically-acclaimed act The Drones, while Erica Dunn and Lauren Hammel have performed in a variety of well-received projects. Perhaps it’s that wealth of rock and roll experience that allows Tropical Fuck Storm to so expertly deconstruct and distort the genre’s norms.
‘Everything we do, we try to do it in a weird way. The whole album is full of weird beats, and just weird shit everywhere,’ Liddiard explains. He cites Doc at the Radar Station-era Captain Beefheart as a key sonic touchstone, and Braindrops certainly shares the Captain’s penchant for pounding abstract grooves. Tropical Fuck Storm have achieved a uniquely off-kilter sound on Braindrops. Liddiard partly credits this to the group’s use of unconventional equipment: ‘We use lots of techno gear to make rock and roll because rock and roll gear is boring, and all sounds like Led Zeppelin.’
Liddiard’s own description of Tropical Fuck Storm’s sound is nearly as interesting and evocative as the music itself. He describes the LP’s title track as ‘Fela Kuti in a car crash,’ and talks of creating a sonic atmosphere that ‘sounds like chloroform smells’ for Maria 62. Liddiard can be a bit more taciturn when asked to get specific on the group’s lyrical themes. ‘It’s not always a good idea to be too straightforward’” Instead Liddiard favours a ‘more nebulous and mysterious’ approach.
A recurring theme on Braindrops concerns the various ways the human brain can be manipulated and controlled for exploitative gain. The bracing The Planet of Straw Men is a study of human behaviour inside the social media comments section, a place where otherwise reasonable people are seen gleefully engaging in psychotic chest-thumping rhetoric. ‘It’s about everyone having a screaming match,’ Liddiard says. ‘You see two people yelling at each other on Twitter, but they’re not really yelling at each other, they’re yelling at each other’s idea of the other. Meanwhile countries like Russia are taking advantage of this to push their ideologies and get ahead.’ Erica Dunn’s Who’s My Eugene? contemplates a more personal example of predatory mind control. ‘It’s about Eugene Landy, the doctor that drugged the shit out of Brian Wilson and emptied his bank account,’ Liddiard explains.
While Liddiard is careful not to give away too much about the band’s lyrics, he’s confident that audiences will find their own meaning. ‘If you show a gorilla Hamlet, even if he was capable of reading it, he wouldn’t be capable of seeing himself in it. But with humans that’s kind of what we do. We have our heads up our own asses.’
Listening to Braindrops is a jarring and exhilarating experience, full of pulsating grooves, black humour, dissonant experimentation, and unsettling dystopian plot-lines. Braindrops is an unrelenting work, from an unrelenting musical ensemble. ‘Tropical Fuck Storm is a full on thing,’ Liddiard offers. ‘Everything we do, we do it to the death.’
