The Honey Pies – Carpe Carp
Oh Britannia, the wellspring of so much good. For a start, the whole ‘settlement’ business that kick-started Australia, that was a nice one. A bit more recently though was its contributions to indie rock, from the early 90s with the likes of Oasis and Blur to the early to mid-2000s with The Libertines, The Fratellis, Arctic Monkeys et al. With their second album Carpe Carp, The Honey Pies dive straight into that pond with stylish abandon, giving some credence to the idea that it may not have run totally dry just yet.
With regards to pace, Carpe Carp is somewhat top-heavy, with all the fastest, punchiest songs lying between album-opener “Vespa” and the fourth track, “My O My O Me O My”. The latter’s heel-kicking bar-room vibe is the sort of pleasantly raw pop that might have friendly mates downing pints and linking arms in an ad for one of the Carlton United Brewery brands. From there it slightly mellows while reaching out a bit from its fairly derivative origins, branching into country (“Houndstooth”) and some melodious surf-pop on “Banana Republic”, with its Beach Boys-y woo-oohs and bah-bahs backing.
The Honey Pies stand in antithesis to the dirtier rock du jour and their light-hearted guitar-pop is a piercing ray of light through the muddied waters of distortion. With two albums behind them, hopefully the Adelaide quartet can keep their head above the surface for years to come.
by Jake Cleland