Some albums gently whisper. Force Majeure kicks down the door.
The latest from Melbourne’s garage-punk powerhouse Delivery is a propulsive force—an explosion of no-frills rock’n’roll that feels like it’s trying to punch its way out of the speakers.
The opening track, “Digging the Hole,” is pure controlled chaos. It’s a three-and-a-half-minute sprint of razor-sharp guitars and breakneck rhythm that crashes into a percussive breakdown before launching into an electrifying finale.
It’s the kind of song that could send you straight through a brick wall, and its follow-up, “Operating at a Loss,” wastes no time trying again.
Kicking off with rumbling drums and predatory bass, it erupts into a furious new-wave-meets-punk assault, complete with a frantic rant about coffee and a sly nod to Magazine’s Shot By Both Sides.
But Force Majeure isn’t just speed and fury. Tracks like “The New Alphabet” channel a Television-esque cool, while “What Else” wears its Wire influences proudly.
Across all twelve tracks, Delivery flexes its finely tuned chemistry—four voices snarling and snapping in unison, guitars clawing and slashing, the rhythm section locking it all into a tight, unstoppable groove.
Born from Melbourne’s lockdowns, Delivery began as a musical experiment between longtime scene veterans Bec and James before evolving into one of the most vital rock acts to emerge from Australia in years.
With Force Majeure, their first release on Heavenly Recordings (home to The Vines and King Gizzard), Delivery refines their sound into something urgent, joyous, and undeniable. If you’re looking for a band that delivers, look no further.
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