tropical fuck storm - fairyland codex - fire

Genre-bending Tropical Fuck Storm announces their highly anticipated fourth album, ‘Fairyland Codex,’ out June 20th, 2025, on their new label home Fire Records. Recorded with co-producer Michael Beach at the band’s Dodgy Brothers studio in Nagambie, Australia, the songs on ‘Fairyland Codex’ immerse us in the chaos of a fateful landslide, picking out the characters that litter the impending collapse of society.

Out May 27th, new single ‘Teeth Marché’ glints with gold tooth pleasantries and discordant love as a promise of everlasting affection reverberates alongside a thumping bass line. Accompanying new music video, directed by Alexandra Millen (A Velvet Curtain Production, Melbourne), is a kaleidoscopic adventure down at the pool which has a retro, new wave cinematic flair featuring feminist water ballerinas The Clamms and layered animation from Nespy 5 euro.

“Two languages įammed together clutching at sense like the rest of the world. Marché: market, marché: walk, teeth: les dents, marcia marcia marcia: the Brady bunch. The Teeth Market, the Teeth Walk, our attempt at a laid back wonky įam which contemplates a vision of plunder that is played out in romance, in a climate emergency, in murderous political zeniths- those who take, take, take, lick their lips and want more.” Adds Erica

Tropical Fuck Storm formed when guitarist and vocalist Gareth Liddiard and bassist and vocalist Fiona Kitschin’s previous band, The Drones, went on hiatus in 2016. Joined by guitarist, keyboardist, and vocalist Erica Dunn and drummer Lauren Hammel, the group has released a string of critically acclaimed albums and gained a reputation for their incendiary live shows.

Acidic, acerbic, anarchic; Tropical Fuck Storm's command of wordplay, undercut by snarling guitars, pulsing rhythms, and explosive salvos, populates a hinterland between light and dark. The vocal interplay between Liddiard and the soaring harmonies of Kitschin and Dunn creates a teetering balancing act that’s intensified by the frantic narratives that evolve from their collective psyche.

“There’s an Anna Akhmatova poem where she talks about how much life sucks and how the world is įust a shithole full of arseholes then she says something like, ‘why then do we not despair?’.” Liddiard pontificates, “Charles Darwin could give her the short answer, but music has the 12-inch metaphysical party mix solution.”