The Scrubhornets
The Scrubhornets debut album crosses many boundary fences. It's not only fast clipping, double warping hillbilly blues spun out with a country decorum on an urban tilt - it's also jazzy type ballads, stand up rock 'n roll, sit down pop, smoky bar room narratives, unaccompanied laments and spoken word extravaganzas! It's genre non-specific - an original and easily accessible landscape of sound and saga encapsulating refrains of misadventure and ordinary lives. Musical short stories unashamedly Australian.

Track Listing
Hair Of The Dog
Crimson Pirate
Ted Turner
The Evening Slipped Away
Marilyn Is Pregnant
Painting By Numbers
Dinksville Serenade
Texas, Qld
Waiting For The Rain
Killing Business
Mick's Song

Reviews For The Scrubhornets
If there has been an identifiable Australian sound in rock music, it's usually been defined not by the music but by the lyric or vocal approach. It may used to have been about the bush, Skyhooks and Dave Warner put it in the city, The Scrubhornets are as Australian as you can get and not be lying at Gallipoli. This is not Seatle or New York, this is Oxford Street sweating on a hot Summer night and Marilyn is pregnant! And it's hot and dry and we're waiting for the rain and there's this guy who looks like a freak telling you about the family business, the killing business. The Scrubhornets are the current living heritage of Henry Lawson the drunken poet and storyteller of his generation. Warwick Irwin is as disturbing as henry and The Scrubhornets are a real Australian event. The brash, ramshackle, lo-fi approach of The Scrubhornets is a voice as close to the larrikin poets of the turn of the century Bulletin as this cynical time could allow to exist.
Drum Media Sydney

The words sung in broad, unapologetic strine, are reminiscent of Dave warners best wry slices of urban life. The roaring, booze filled 'Hair Of The Dog', and the strange 'Killing Business'.
David Sly
The Adelaide Advertiser

There's something precious about a band which makes music with no care for convention - just a fire in the belly and the skill to make its best attributes shine. So it is with Sydney's Scrubhornets, a ramshackle gang of storytellers who maraud their way through a folksy, low-fi brand of rock'n'roll. It's the cynical drinking man's cabaret band. The words, sung in a broad, unapologetic strine, are reminiscent of Dave Warner's best wry slices of urban life. There's an immediate humor (among the harsh images and tall stories) to such songs as the roaring, booze-fuelled Hair of the Dog, the portrait of Ted Turner and the strange macho fable Killing Business. They're epic rock'n'roll poems which makes plain sense to Australian ears. If you're jaded by homogenised rock music, this is an antidote.
David Sly
Adelaide Advertiser