Station Model Violence

Station Model Violence album launch at the Curtin (VIC). July 10. Sleeper and Snake, Spitting Image and Life Girl. DJ Myki Jung after show til late. Tickets via link in bio. Poster by Ian Teeple @silicone_prairie

playing in brisbane with @drycleaningband at the princess theatre in 2 weeks photo by @sub_lation

Pleased to be sharing news on a second pressing of the amazing @stationmodelviolence LP. First lot flew out the door. Apple (AF), Grey (SS) and black (of course) with inverted spine, centre labels and poster are up for pre-order now and will ship early June. News to come on a CD run too! Photo by @shalxvx

PROP RECORDS PRESENTS STATION MODEL VIOLENCE LP LAUNCH PARTY LIMITED BONE COLOUR VINYL LP AVAILABLE SAT APRIL 18 12-5 Some activities we will do: Drink sake Listen to cool records Tan Have a laugh Have a say  Art by @total_solar_path333

Playing at the Sydney Opera House for Vivid Live. May 29. Thanks to @benmarshall_sydneyoperahouse and to @drycleaningband for having us.

photos from oxford art factory show with institute 18/3/26 by @colour.television thank you @blow_blooddd & @antifaderecords for fantastic week of shows <3 The LP is today one month old. Thanks to everyone who has supported us. Special thanks to @antifaderecords and @staticshockrecords for making it happen.

playing three shows this month with institute many thanks to christina for making them happen. tickets available via the link in her bio @blow_blooddd

@stationmodelviolence LP has landed 🦅 Came out so sick. Thanks and kudos to @silicone_prairie on the killer design work and to @staticshockrecords for arranging the pressing. Packing orders this week and hoping to have em all out by Friday.

Station Model Violence debut LP is out today via Static Shock (CAN) & Anti Fade (AUS). An incredibly dense record to stand up in the test of time. No need to tell you how great it is. The physical records have been picked up from the plant in Canada mere hours ago and look like they’re well worth the wait. Hoping they’ll be in Australia by late next week. Thanks and congratulations to Station Model Violence, as well as Tom, Mikey and Ian for bringing this together. “Music is the supreme art form. Bad Brains better than Cugalugio, better than the entire history of post-Remus art, better than the iPhone. Rachmaninov in a tent trumps Radiohead in a KX Seidler penthouse. At funeral you hear a piece of music that resonated with the corpse… rarely do they drag in a sculpture or collage… there’s no point to argue here, the most accomplished warlord, business mogul or leafblower would give up every art gallery visit for the duration of their life before losing sweet music. In this spirit, this is our contribution to the supremacy and glory of SONG.” - DX photo by @___maxgoodman artwork by @silicone_prairie

Third and final single, “Leisure” from upcoming Station Model Violence LP is out today - available on streaming services and Bandcamp now. Full LP out next Friday Feb 27. “Formed by six slow boys in a crop-mouse grain-house on the balmy banks of the Lachlan River, Station Model Violence is the heart, the pride, the all-blinding eye of Forbes, NSW. And with this debut full length, SMV’s psycho-angelico-paranoid thud will bring pain and suffering to all five corners of The Premier State: from the turbines of the Sydney desal plant and the irrigation systems of Griffith, to the male-only SOWNAs of Manly and the haunted clay flats of The Great Cumbung Swamp. Learn to Hate’s glistening guitar exposition and THOONK THOONK THOONK strut sounds like an ad for a muscles car that drives over itself. That swollen spirit of selfish triumph continues on Cliffs, a super-soaker love stomper for those who fetishise bodies of water and physical structure. The downbeat Immolation sets your rash vest ablaze, while the pumphaus melodic death of Leisure stokes the flames for the amusement of those sad silt-sodden SMV slow boys and their SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK MACHINE! Drip Away captures the worry-hurry of being caught fornicating with other people’s aquatic farm animals, while Apex Calling and Heat articulates the ensuing punishment, shame, acceptance and indifference. The deluxe Mike Young production thparkleth on Two Eyes for an Eye, which is like Metallica’s One but with the whinging torso replaced by Rodney Dangerfield wearing a bathrobe and cracking jokes about his wife. This monstrosity closes with the slithering Rue de Minto pikelet sleaze of Crepe Throne and the brutal resignation of Falling Down, a maniac depressant that chronicles the exploits of a 4 Eyes vigilante who went troppo over an 85 cent soda, but self-flagellated later because his original sin was saying “soda” instead of “cool drink.” Fear the sick world of Forbes, NSW’s finest. Fear those six slow boys from Station Model Violence.” - Ross Drummond

New SMV shirts pretty colour you buy via link in profile. Design from our new LP by Ian Teeple.

“Drip Away”, the second single from upcoming Station Model Violence LP is out now. LP out February 27 via Static Shock & Anti Fade. “I know this sound well. I’ve heard the cry; I’ve got the world behind me, get out my way. I remember those days when it was hot. Shifting gears in an old Holden. The rhythm swings between a smoke and ashtray. Look in my face. Feel the bite of my blade. Two eyes for an eye, two eyes for an eye. Leaves the loser blind. On the run, blind. There’s flies, red carpets and warm lights here. Chewing the ear off a greasy punter. Shattered teeth. I don’t have any money, love. Until the pokies spin. Spins me out, mate. I get a kick from the band; Station Model Violence. The band’s splintered by a disco ball. The tone’s see-saw sick. Until a charge of joy from rambling guitars. It’s as sharp as black shoe polish. Suddenly, I find myself sober. Sober from the mangled voice of beauty. All my enemies seem so far away. The building collapses. Outside, the air is green and I can hear Acid Meat. I drive my face through a sheet of rusted iron. Crush my head into fragments of dusty bone. The corrugated iron shatters. I’m told it was an art work. I thought it was a roof. A roof that once held this joint together. Until rolling synthesisers hold ‘em up. Heartbeats or a pulse in my eardrum. Broken fractals break like drums. A strum of vocal cords. A strum of descending strings. A strum of colliding clouds. Face the sky. Face the sky. Face the sky. And then it rains. Falling down, falling down, the mask is falling down. Cue a garden of horns. In a city of oil. Courted by sirens ringing like bells. The night drops to its knees. The crooner belches; I can taste the sun.” - @mahmoodfazal Artwork by @silicone_prairie photo by @___maxgoodman