Lets get one thing straight – Camperdown & Out are by no means an all-star Sydney super group – but perhaps the self-deprecating title of the band would suggest that sort of attitude. Formed out of necessity and a mutual appreciation of legendary acts spat out of 80s Australia/New Zealand, the group take their name from the inner-western suburb of Sydney, combined with a few tales of woe and redemption.
Made up of Nathan Roche (Marf Loth), Alex Kiers (Raw Prawn), David Akerman (Dead Farmers) and Chris Shortt(Royal Headache) Camperdown & Out have set out to salute their heroes in the Go Betweens, Ed Kuepper, Paul Kelly, The Clean, along with the obvious slaps on the back to internationals such as Lou Reed and sunshine British wino Kevin Ayers." - Popfrenzy
2. Don't Have A Dog
3. St Peters
4. Down And Out
5. Tropics Of Capricorn
6. A Good Sound
1. Out Of Time
2. Follow Me
3. Hey Woman
4. South Coast
5. Morphine Dream
Format: Vinyl. 12" LP. 33 RPM. Includes mp3 download code.
Year of release: 2013
Label: Popfrenzy (PF139)
City / Country: Sydney, AustraliaReviews:
"It's nice to have a band singing about Sydney with the same melancholic fun of Paul Kelly's Melbourne or The Go-Betweens' Brisbane. Plus, for all the backyard drunks and side-streets that populate the former, Camperdown & Out, like Sydney, have the ‘burbs and the beach.
It’s a lyrical, vocals-forward album, and singer Nathan Roche’s base signifiers - water, sand, cafes, nine to five - could come out uncooked, but it’s actually a lean poetry, and a deep nostalgia lingers underneath with lines like “it's only a memory, an image of you down on the estuary.”
Most songs are at driving tempo, i.e. speeding and over the limit. Cruisy, but definitely dangerous. Still, tracks pass by easily and warmly, like drinking away a hangover. ‘Manly’ begs “what would I do in Manly,” an obvious, but absolutely necessary question, and its couplet is the sinister “do you think that they will have me?" Shudders. ‘Down & Out’ is a pushy ripper about a Gatsbian slacker: a big house, hollow happiness, and “things couldn't be better.”
Overall, the Vitamin-D drenched guitars and bass seem to want to loathe listlessness, to beat boredom, and try to press ahead with some real positivity. But then “South Coast” goes and burns it off with the lyric, “where’s my memory/where is my memory/everything's become blurry.” It's sung as blithely as losing your keys, your phone, your wallet. You keep asking yourself where it's gone - maybe you'll find it, maybe you won't." - Jim Whyte, Two Thousand