Alright, let’s dive into Helpmeswell, the 1992 Aussie rock gem from Budd. If you’re into raw, unfiltered alternative rock with a grunge edge, this album might just hit the spot. Released under Fellaheen Records, it’s got that gritty, no-frills vibe that screams early '90s without trying too hard to be cool. And honestly? That’s what makes it kinda awesome.
First up, the track “Helpmeswell” itself—yeah, they named the whole album after this one. It kicks off with Jeremy and Nico’s guitar work, all fuzzy and distorted like your old Walkman on low batteries (remember those?). Then Gary’s vocals come in, raspy but full of heart, like he’s screaming his guts out in some dingy pub. The bassline is thumping along, courtesy of Gary again, and John on drums keeps things tight without overdoing it. What sticks with me about this song is how simple yet powerful it feels. No fancy tricks, just straight-up rock energy that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go.
Another standout is—I think it’s called “Fell Through Again”? Not sure if I got the title right, but man, does it pack a punch. This one leans more into the grunge side of things, with heavy riffs and lyrics that feel like they’re about falling apart but still standing somehow. You can tell Mick Borkowski did a killer job recording and mixing this stuff because everything sounds dirty but clear at the same time, ya know? Like, you can hear every string squeak and drumstick tap, which gives it an authentic live feel. It’s the kind of song you’d blast while driving nowhere in particular, windows down, yelling the words even though you only know half of them.
Now, quick shoutout to Carl Breitkreuz for the artwork. Dude went all out with the sleeve design and vinyl etching—it’s got this chaotic, hand-drawn look that matches the music perfectly. Feels like someone spilled ink on paper and turned it into art. Very ‘90s, very rad.
What gets me thinking, though, is how underrated this album probably is outside of Australia. Back in ‘92, everyone was obsessing over Nirvana and Pearl Jam, so maybe Budd flew under the radar internationally. But here’s the thing: listening to Helpmeswell now feels like finding a hidden treasure chest in your grandma’s attic. It’s not perfect, sure, but it’s real. These guys weren’t chasing trends—they were making music that mattered to them, and that honesty shines through.
Oh, and random thought: I bet Jeremy and Nico argued over who played which riff better during practice sessions. Musicians always do that crap, don’t they?
Anyway, give Helpmeswell a spin if you want something rough around the edges but totally worth it. Just don’t blame me if you start craving Vegemite toast afterward.
