ROGERTHAT

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They are the sound of spiralling petrol prices, political scandal, a ready supply of the drug of your choice, roaming bikie gangs, botched invasion attempts, one raised finger to the man, a surfboard hitting that wave and fucking it all. They fly that freak flag up on high and into the sky. Swaying like the breeze, mind whistling like leaves, it's all in the way Bailey on vocals (with his Amish beard and anti-establishment grooves) make THIS band the very Zeitgeist of it all!
If ever there was anything lacking from our apocalypse as envisioned in childhood, it's in the sights THEY bring to our feverish minds – it’s in the second coming of the mad 70's blunt groove, Rogerthat style. Bikini girls on Harley's, swallowing swords and spitting out fire.
The breath of fresh air we needed, smoking out the room to an intangible haze. Walking the water and swimming the land.
If ever there was a diagonal slide into sweet oblivion that needed magnifying with guitar, bass, drum and electrified amp, Rogerthat are the one to deliver it. They're a spaghetti western act of desperado with both guns blazing moments before the saloon goes down in flames.