Over the past 12 months, Gold Coast rock monsters Radolescent have been actively building a rapidly burgeoning following off the back of an incessant touring schedule, combined with the delivery of a handful of power-packed, hard rocking anthems. This dedication to craft (and good times) has culminated in the release of their impressive debut album, ‘Prehab’, which was recorded at Blind Boy Studios in Nerang, under the watch of local production duo Mark Duckworth and Brad Hoskings.
Radolescent recently upped their numbers to a four piece with the addition of an extra guitarist to their ranks. In this light, ‘Prehab’ serves as a highly accomplished introduction to the power and the passion of this tweaked configuration, with the band delivering 10 prime grade slices of punked-up, garage-surf grooves that grab you by the short and curlies and shake the dope out with vigorous glee.
The band leave nothing in the tank upfront as they belt out of the blocks with the fuzzed-out wallop of ‘Retina’, clocking in at a very punk rock one minute and twenty seconds. Large chunks of ‘Prehab’ rock out in various permutations of power-packed rambunctious, but with the track ‘406’, the angst-ometer is dialled down somewhat, delivering a pleasing slice of late 70’s melodic indie punk, a harmony in my head for a post-Buzzcocks world. Further into the album, ‘Tuck Me In’ also delivers another quality ‘light and shade’ moment, a chugging indie rocker of the catchy and bouncy variety.
Meanwhile ‘Locked Up’ brings the humour while serving as an anthem for miscreants, commencing with a sampled news broadcast of 2008’s notorious young home-party violator Corey Worthington, before morphing into a high octane punk rock belter both frantic and profane. ‘Speed Based’ is an impressive alt-rock throwback, channelling a touch of 90’s stalwarts Grinspoon in its aural outlook.
The album also includes both of their 2018 belters, ‘Drug Fiend’ and ‘The Ballad Of Lyn Howell’. The former delivers a belligerent slice of old school, classic punk rock vibes, while ‘The Ballad Of Lyn Howell’ serves as a fitting finale, an anthemic, scuzzed up delight with gleeful, surf rock ‘woo-hoo-hoos’ adorning its anthemic chorus and guitars set to stun.
Yes, the album rocks out – hard! But it is within the band’s willingness to diversify their sound, while remaining true to their amped up roots, which augers well for an ever-upwards trajectory.