Out of Tune Out of Time by Tusk Tusk: A Raw, Unfiltered Ride Through Rock 'n' Roll
Alright, let’s talk about Out of Tune Out of Time by Tusk Tusk. This album came outta nowhere back in 2011, landing like an unpolished gem from the Aussie rock scene. It’s not perfect—heck, it doesn’t even try to be—but that’s kinda what makes it stick. Released under "Not On Label," this thing feels like a DIY labor of love, rough edges and all.
First off, yeah, I get why they named the whole album after the track “Out Of Tune & Out Of Time.” It’s messy, raw, and honestly? That’s its charm. The song grabs you with these gritty guitar riffs that feel like they’re falling apart but somehow hold together just enough to keep your attention. There’s no overproduction here; it’s like listening to a live jam session where everyone’s vibing hard but maybe had one too many beers. You can almost hear the sweat dripping off the instruments. And when the vocals kick in—man, it’s less singing, more shouting from the soul. Feels real. Feels human.
Then there’s another track (I won’t name it because I want you to discover it yourself), but damn if it doesn’t hit different. It starts slow, almost hesitant, like the band’s unsure where it’s going. But then BAM—it explodes into this chaotic burst of energy that punches you right in the chest. Like, whoa. What is this? Is it punk? Is it classic rock? Honestly, I don’t care what label you slap on it—it’s alive. By the end, my heart was racing like I’d just run a marathon.
What sticks with me most isn’t just how good—or bad—the technical stuff is. Nah, it’s the emotion behind it. These guys weren’t trying to make some chart-topping hit. They were just letting loose, playing for the sake of playing. And sometimes, that’s exactly what music needs to be—no frills, no fancy marketing, just pure, unfiltered expression.
So yeah, Out of Tune Out of Time might not change your life or anything, but it’ll definitely remind you why we fell in love with rock in the first place. Oh, and fun fact: listening to this album feels like hanging out with mates at a dingy pub—loud, unpredictable, and kinda beautiful in its own way. Now go give it a spin… unless you hate fun.
