Welcome to Here Come The Lies from The Drones. In order to exceed the sound pollution of Melbourne’s – the hometown of the band - big city noise, The Drones overdrive their amps to a ridiculous level, strum their strings the hard way and beat the drums in a way unheard-of. This is blues from the gutter. Big city blues, although some call it noise. Sure, there’s enough overdriven chords on this album to please any noise fan. But there’s more. The sound is swaying between a chorus of dissonance and numerous tactical silences, only to emphasize the music even more. You can’t have noise if you don’t have silence (makes sense doesn’t it?). Also, the band writes lyrics that fully correspond to the music, making the package truly a whole. Just listen to “ Downbound Train”.

Now and again the band kinda reminds me of The Immortal Lee County Killers, using their filthy blues to scare the purists away.

Helping the band doing this is the anti-production-a-go-go; thank you for the squeals and the ‘good’ feedback. ‘Cause The Drones are not The White Stripes. Simply put, that’s why The White Stripes sell over a million albums and The Drones won’t.

Rock and blues, that’s what The Drones are all about. Doing it the hard way, the best way they can. Unfortunately Here Come The Lies is a bit too long to keep your attention for the full ride. About 20 minutes too long. This is mainly due to the jam-like structure the band uses for songwriting. Don’t expect any verse – verse – chorus stuff. Nope there’s a start for each song and the rest kinda feels like an adventure. But a nice adventure it is.