5th From The Sun – Jupiter 5 (I-94 Bar Records)
Well. A few familiar faces here. One wearing a wrestler's mask (perhaps he's from Adelaide).
Superb cover design constructed by the drummer, James McQuade. He's taken the May 1953 cover of science fiction magazine “If” by Kenneth S. Fagg, which features the Arthur C. Clarke story, ‘Jupiter 5'’ Fagg only lasted a couple of years doing sci fi covers for “If”, but each one is utterly classic.
Doesn't matter where it comes from, really. Superb choice and delivery: the cover gets you in, straight in. You should know what you're in for. Science friction pre-50’s fockin' rockin' garage with space weevil sandwiches from 1960s vintage cookery books?
Well, sort of. And sort of ... not. Not at all.
No? Well ... take “garage rock”… surely that's just another shitty term with in-built dismissal. “Garage” surely means “not good enough for everyone else”.
Maybe that meaning has changed by now. Does it, today, imply a free-er, less restrained rock ‘n' roll? a greater emphasis on directness, with humour and self-awareness? Possibly ...
Like you, I loved the “Nuggets” LP when it was repressed in 1976. The “Nuggets” series were a window to do-it-yourself: other like-minded fools had gone there before and created magic. And “The History of Northwest Rock Volume 1”, that was wild. And more compilations came scrambling out as folks didn't want those unique, diverse gems to be lost.
Terminology, pigeon-holing, the practice unjustly freezes a moment, or series of moments, as if “that's all there is” to the people who put it together, unbuttoned their creativity and worked to make something real to them.
We humans. We're bums. We like simplicity, we like to absorb, not to think, we want Johnny Rotten to be what we want him to be, forever a cartoon like his friend Sid, both of them living in a fucking cardboard-box tent under a highway, pointlessly spitting and squawking at the cars whizzing by. We like cliches, they're comforting.
By now you may have guessed I cannot stand terms like “proto” or “post”' anything. Utterly absurd and downright ugly. These smug conclusions are usually irrelevant to the musicians, and pigeon-holing I think always traps whatever the outfit were like a dragonfly in amber.
Cockney Rejects were a terrace lad band, got called punk, then “went metal” and “fans” deserted ... the band were the same as before, just changing. You know. That's what you do as you grow up.
The Monks, for example, are defined as “proto-punk” but their immediate and most significant influence was upon the emerging rebellious, hedonistic underground in Germany, referred to as “krautrock” (could a genre term be more insulting, limiting and dismissive?). The more we try to define boundaries of genre, the more we confine ourselves. Listen to “Tone Float” or “Kluster”, then Can's “Monster Movie” or something by Tangerine Dream ... then “Faust IV” ... there's no real similarity, so we construct a constrictive hole to tie everything into one forgettable bundle: “not western rock'n'roll”: krautrock.
Where was I? Oh. Jupiter 5... did you think they were a garage band?
Serve you right, gullible. Personally, the only way I'd describe a band as a “garage” band is if they 1) never played live except in their folks' garage, and 2) they only managed to get one single out, and split up and went to college. But that's me.
Anyway. All that said, “5th From The Sun” does resemble a ‘60s teen sensation band, with bags of big guitar courtesy Sydney stalwarts Vince Cuscuna and Angelo Antodormi. Jupiter 5 shove, barge and bury the opposition (quite a bit of that down to Peter “Rössy” Ross on bass and James McQuade on drums (art and drums... that's a hell of a mixture).
A lot of folks have been looking forward to this LP.
So, every song is distinct, which is always a plus. The rock'n'rawl buzzes and crackles like the phone bets on a pub cage fight.
.Jay Younie's vocals are the most distinctive I've heard in years. If there's a reason to get the LP, in fact, it's Jay's struttin', outraged teen vox. His lemons have been given a hefty squeeze and the juice is mussing his trews.
Yeah, I do keep coming back to the term “teen”, don't I? Well, that's what the band sounds like, youf discovering this rawk thing for the first time; I mean, yeah, if you were a goose you could name assorted riffs and where they're from, or structures even (there are surely moments of Dead Boys in there, and the Easybeats, and Motorhead, not that that's really relevant). “Outta My Way” and “The Golden Mile” are standout testicle-crushers, and as for the rest...
“5th From The Sun” has thirteen songs, only two over four minutes, and five others over three minutes. You get the idea? The songs have been crafted, not chucked together. There's a lot going on, and by time the second song starts up, you want to catch the band live.
One thing I absolutely love about Younie's vocals is that half the time I have no fucking idea what he's singing, so brilliantly are the words mangled. I love this technique. S'cuse me while I kiss this guy. “Mockinbird Mosh” and “Elephant Finger”? What?! I mean, we're not talking The Kingsmen here, but ... look, (grasping desperately at straws) if you recall Pinky & Perky, the squeaky-voiced puppets from the ‘60s, then imagine if they got into stuff they couldn't handle as they became stars, the survivor returning with a nicotine-drenched voice; Younie is a rock star who makes Stevie Wright...alright, I've ranted enough, but that might give you an idea.
Possibly the wrong idea, but that's only me trying to explain that you should be listening by now. Jupiter 5 should be stars, “5th From The Sun” should be on every kid's turntable or streaming like liquid butter ...
But the world is a shitty hole of a place, and while our western civilisation descends into localised bickering while the entire balance of peace is gradually tipping over into big-hat/ little-dick, I guess you could argue that the fortunes or otherwise of a Sydney band are pretty small beer.
On the other hand, we need a reason to live, and persevere. A reminder of what fun is, a reminder of what peace and prosperity is, and a reminder of good life.
If there were any justice or sense in the world, Russia would be denuded of all weapons of any sort whatsoever and banished from trading with anyone for a hundred and fifty years, Israel and Palestine would be similarly denuded and told, “sort it out”; no imports or exports until you're done. And don't get me started on China, India, Brazil...
Nah, humanity, we gonna do what we're gonna do, we got brains but we don't use 'em.
Fuck it, get “Fifth from the Sun”, play it loud, and lurch around the room. That'll remind the neighbours why you're a grumpy, crusty old fart who scares the postman, teenagers and possums.
Get the CD here. Go to the launch on Friday 3 May 2024, with support from Simon Chainsaw and the Liberators, and Primo Mofo. - Robert Brokenmouth
Hello, I-94 Barflies. The question famously posed in a song by The Dictators was “Who Will Save Rock n Roll?” Sydney band Jupiter 5’s debut album “5 From The Sun” is so good – and I mean it’s really fucking good – that it must be the answer. And if not, it comes so bloody close.
Jupiter 5 is Jay Younie on vocals, Angelo Antidormi and Vince Cuscuna on guitar, Peter Ross on bass and James McQuade on drums. They have recorded an album full of rock-pop, punk, surf and metal. They’ve wrapped their own Sydney indie sound around each track and stamped them with screaming guitars, from start to finish.
“All Aboard:” and “Gotta Fascination” have a Dead Boys feel with some great vocals. “Mockingbird Mosh” jumped out of the speakers here at The Farmhouse. It had me asking “Where’s the Whiskey?” because this is a real drinking album.
“Elephant Finger” is like a punch in the face.
“Outta My Way” is pure rock ‘n’ roll as is “Supersonic Hero”. Both are terrific tunes. “Ain’t No Shade In Hades” slows the pace with a nice, bluesy feel.
Then it’s back to blistering speed with “Out Of The Shadows” and “The Golden Mile” which are just pure headbanging gold.
Peter “Rossy”: Ross drives “H-Bomb” with some great bass playing and it features a some wonderful vocal by Jay Younie. “Ali Eli” and “Hell Train” finishes this masterpiece’ of all that’s great about Australian rock and roll. We rock. No doubt about it.
Jupiter 5 has recorded what I think is the album of the year so far . It will take some beating to be knocked off for number one in my Top Ten of 2024.
Buy it here from I-94 Bar Records. You won’t regret it. It has no filler, folks. - Ronald Brown
and two shots please, Barman.
Jupiter 5 will launch "5th From The Sun" at Marrickville Bowling Club in Sydney with Simon Chainsaw & The Liberators and Primo Mofo on May 3. Tickets are here.
