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Edition of 100. Blood-spattered, shit-flecked but strangely serene death-folk or whatever you wanna call it ("two songs about time travel paradoxy"?) from Brisbane’s Amateur Childbirth on this first 7” outing for the Chemical Imbalance label. Ivan Matthew Hicks has been doing his thing as A.C. for nigh-on a decade now, beginning with 2010’s brittle Brighter Futures Dialysis and taking in the now classic Pripyat (2013) and 2017’s stately Blackest Ever Black outing, Your Afterlife Is Cancelled. Over the time the project has evolved from cranky one-man-and-his-guitar primitivism to a lusher, more painterly folk-rock idiom, Hicks’ dead-eyed strumming (reminiscent, perhaps unwittingly, of Death In June’s Nada and Brown Book, but also spaced-out post-millennial free-folk from Tower Recordings, P.G. Six etc), daubed with minimal synth and percussions, but mostly revolving around the same two chords and always the same grim themes: man’s essential loneliness, mortification of the flesh, judgement day, disease, arseholes... The pessimism and body-horror in his lyrics feels all the more vivid for being delivered in such a gentle, laconic, ockerish drone - echoes of Alastair Galbraith's Morse, or Itchy Bugger if he was preoccupied less with baking and more with mass suicide and imminent apocalypse. It’s a strange brew, one the label gamely suggests might be attributable to Queensland’s “humid heatwaves / floods / boredom / mixed with booze, mental illness, and the like” (the like!), but the exact recipe remains elusive, and Hicks is one of the few artists on earth who is instantly recognisable the moment he opens his mouth. “I’m too old for this shit,” he sings, calm and collected, on ‘Flowchart For Royal Incest’. “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not gonna work….NO.”
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