To compare Sydney newcomers The Preatures to any musical acts would be unfair. Not that they don’t have their influences (Think <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Patti+Smith" class="bbcode_artist">Patti Smith</a> and <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Wolfman+Jack" class="bbcode_artist">Wolfman Jack</a> with a dash of <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Fleetwood+Mac" class="bbcode_artist">Fleetwood Mac</a>) but their live show is more reminiscent of a religious cult. From the howling voodoo high priest Gideon Bensen to the Magdeline-esque passion of Isabella Manfredi, the voices in this band stir up a religious fervor that makes you want to drink the kool aid and wait for the spaceship.
More than one artist with that name: 1) Over on the dark side of the moon the rumours have began to swell. Jamie oozes an appetite for destruction as he plays his bass under the skies of purple rain. His uncanny yet supernatural knack on the drums struck an unheard chord building a tapestry of hysteria. Enter Renee. A jagged little pill of feminine randomness – her vocals addictively-educed with a lonely-hearts club attitude. Together under the joshua tree the duo begin to see parallel lines. Their sound the only element needed to build a bridge over troubled water.