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Fremantle, Western Australia, Australia | SELF

Fremantle, Western Australia, Australia | SELF
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With blues, and particularly blues-driven duos, enjoying a revival of sorts, there seems no end to bands getting in on the act. Local proponents Hootenanny keep it pretty simple but they've got a knack for getting it right. Fire In My Belly enjoys shifts in tempo and some grimy guitar riffs, and growling vocals add to a tightly recorded track. It's a powerfully impressive start. There is precious little room to move for such outfits, and the remaining three tracks all sound alike, but are all very, very good (the affected Cockney accent on White Trash London notwithstanding). There's a definite future here. - DRUM MEDIA PERTH

"Hootenanny Self Titled EP"

"There's a lot to be said for fuzzed-out rock and roll played with a shitload of attitude, and going on their self-titled EP, Hootenanny may be the best proponents in Perth right now.
A two-piece consisting of Jenny Aslett and Nanwyn Hunt, Hootenanny are bratty, snotty and make more racket than most four piece bands. There's not a lot of skill involved outside of some nice time changes, but rock and roll isn't about skill, it's about attitude, and Hunt's sneering, howling vocals during opener Fire In My Belly convey more attitude than most bands do on entire albums.
Gritty, dirty and fundamentally awesome, this self-titled EP is simply four tracks of perfectly trashy rock and roll." - Liam Ducey, 21/10/2010 - Xpress Magazine


1. Fire In My Belly
2. Lady at the Window
3. White Trash London
4. Hootenanny

All of these songs get airplay on Rtrfm and the EP was the local feature record for the week of the 18th of October



Consult a dusty old dictionary and you'll be told that a Hootenanny is a "social gathering featuring folk singing and, sometimes, dancing." Consult anyone who's been to a Hootenanny show and you'll be told that it's a little more raucous than that. Not so much a social gathering as a demolition party; not so much folk singing as frenzied howls, growls, and hollers. The 'dancing' bit is right, but there's no 'sometimes' about it - it's a relentless flailing of fur-covered limbs, a stomping of boots and a thrashing of feather-adorned heads.

Like any great adventure, the tale of Hootenanny began with two pals. One hot day in early 2010, Jennifer Aslett and Nanwyn Hunt were hanging out and happened to pick up a guitar and a pair of drum sticks. The result was a ferocious chemistry that no-one could have predicted: thundering garage rock beats, unforgiving fuzz riffs and explosive tag-team vocals delivering lyrics about owls, cats, chavs and robot rabbits. At the encouragement of Cameron Avery (of The Growl), the pair's hyperactive ad libs took shape; soon after, a phone recording of these early jams reached local doyenne of dirty blues, Abbe May, who offered the duo a gig. Hootenanny had officially left the nest. The first show was a loving riot fuelled by adrenaline and booze - the latter taking its toll the following morning as they motored up Great Eastern Highway, bucket in tow, to record their debut EP at Begerk! Studios.

A year later and Hootenanny remain untamed, but they've got a whole lot more feathers in their cap. The debut record became EP of the week in major street-press magazine The Drum Media, as well as local feature release on popular independent radio station RTRfm. They've performed relentlessly, delivering standout sets at major events like the Beaufort Street Festival and RTR's 'In The Pines' festival, toured nationally with Abbe May, and they show no signs of slowing down. With a truckful of charismatic swagger and unbridled talent amplified up to eleven, Hootenanny are not so much a band as a compact cannon of controlled chaos. They could teach most bands are thing or two; and they can teach us all that we should never trust a dictionary when instead we can turn to the time-honoured book of rock-and-badass-roll.