Brisbane, Australia is the geographical lifeblood of Greg Boring: a nutrient-rich syrup of subtropical heat and man-made beaches set against brown river water and flood debris. They are the product of a broken home. A loveless relationship, in which melody stumbles in late from an evening of thoughtless primal fucking, to a dark house of rhythm and blues that dreams of jazz. The debut LP, Heavy Syrup, is a pristine gummo of analog-synth dissatisfaction, drugless psychedelia and involuntary improvisation. Greg Boring is a band at odds with itself. Boring's equal devotion and dismissal of their own musical project creates a picture-perfect ambiguity. Despite this, Greg Boring exists and perpetuates with the fuel of personal disconnection. Performances are devised around avoidances: they don't play with familiarity, they change less, they don't monopolise, they don't sing with words and they don't think about sex. It is the ultimatum to cock-rocks unnerving complacency, momentary excitement, and syndicated relapse. Greg Boring is not a capitalist rock of music; the intent lies in construction and development above fame or perfection. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Greg+Boring">Read more on Last.fm</a>. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.