Australian pressing of the 2008 album from the Alternative Rockers from Down Under, their fourth album overall. [title]Melodia[/title] was recorded at the legendary Sunset Studios in LA with Rob Schnapf (who did their first two albums and Powderfinger's last). This fourth album comes after enigmatic front man, Craig Nicholls, has been diagnosed with Asbergers Syndrome and he made a successful live comeback in 2006/07 with killer shows at Splendour in the Grass, Homebake, Big Day Out, Reading and Leeds (UK) and their own sold out tours of Australia and the U.S. 15 tracks including 'He's A Rocker', 'Orange Amber' and 'Get Out'. Ivy Records.

1. Get Out
2. Manger
3. A.S. III
4. He's a Rocker
5. Orange Amber
6. Jamola
7. True as the Night
8. Braindead
9. Kara Jayne
10. Merrygoround
11. Hey
12. Girl I Knew
13. Scream
14. She Is Gone
15. Make Believe

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Here's the press release:

Six years is, to quote Mott The Hoople, "a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll". Though it might only feel like yesterday that The Vines ram-raided their way into the public consciousness, 2008 finds them releasing their fourth album Melodia. It greets the world with the kind of blinking, wide eyed enthusiasm of a band just out of the garage. The real story, though, is of a band who have experienced an accelerated career lived out very publicly in a whirlwind of brilliant pop records, legendary gigs and grueling world tours, breakdowns, break ups and the occasional fug of spliff smoke, enough to make lesser mortals run for the hills, never to return to the frontline.

And so onto 2008. No one really had the right to expect to find The Vines in such rude health, but with their fourth album, the band are ready to drop back in where they started. The record, recorded with Rob Schnapf (Beck, Elliott Smith) in LA, sees the band pushing themselves to the polar extremes of their sound - pummeling, speedball fired demento rock amped up to the Nth degree while bucolic pop is allowed to tranq out into classically beautiful lazy day territory. Twisted psychedelia? Pure unadulterated gonzoid rock 'n' roll?

All in all it's a mighty long way down rock 'n' roll from the Liverpool Docks to the Hollywood Bowl. The next stage of The Vines career begins here and it's a safe bet to say that anything goes. In fact, based on the last six years, it's possibly best not to assume anything other than it's going to be a hell of a ride.