Content to sit back, play loud, and lay bare their feelings; they are bringing their own concerns to the darkroom and beer stained floor scene of diy. One of quiet resilience, and a loud defiance in the face of all they find wrong. Fronted by guitarist and singer Max Voulelis, Porcelain Tongue is the culmination of many late night jams and beers. Firstly there is Max Ball, a drummer with a near studious approach to the craft with an eclectic taste nearly as varied as his many projects. He plays with a latent ferocity that lends well to the more understated Max Voulelis. Whose quiet brooding, and lyrical vocals hope to provide as much depth and demure as his melody driven riffs that carry the songs. Peter Maguire plays lead guitar for the band, and his droney tone provides a much needed energy to the overall sound. On bass is Braden Cook, whose reverent approach sits in the back of the mix, melding wonderfully with the sound of Ball’s drums. Their live performances are more intimate than one might imagine, with Voulelis standing starkly in between his friends, singing largely about grief. Whether that is literal grief or the grieving of ideals or realities he holds dear. More so than anything, Porcelain Tongue is exactly like their front person Voulelis. They don’t want attention, they just want to be understood.