One of the few truly remarkable moments on Furcurve’s debut LP occurs on the fourth track, ‘Exit City Exit’: After becoming conditioned to the fidgety post-hardcore of the preceding songs, the Sydney four-piece fall into a beer-soaked groove that would do any number of seedy Australian pub rock bands proud. It’s a liberating moment, because the majority of what surrounds it is jagged and determinedly restless. Rarely do Furcurve ever fall into a groove and ride it to an end; they tend to dismount just as something starts to feel good.

Occasionally this serves to be amusing: the full-fledged attack of ‘Old Man Bones’ and ‘Worm City Development Sketches’ is hilarious. It pummels with such force that all one can do is smile and wonder where these maniacs are going to take it next time. They mostly take it down the junk-squat garden path, though some restraint is shown on ‘Fat Rats – Can! Can!’ which stands as the most conventionally – or coherently – structured song on the album, with clean vocal choruses and an epileptic-friendly rhythm riding out for a full four minutes with nary a tantrum in earshot.

Not that Furcurve are truly about tantrums. This is aggressive music though it doesn’t sound angry. The lyrics seem torn straight from the My Disco tome of four-syllable dubiety, and the riffs are never on the menacing side. Furcurve have, and will likely continue, to shock and awe their live audiences, and We Grew Legs… will no doubt serve as an adequate stay-at-home substitute.

by Shaun Prescott