[engl] A union of five idiots with many gripes, Aborted Tortoise began as a "dumb high school band that soon grew to be a dumb mid-20s band". Alex (drums), Tom (guitar) and Charles (guitar) played their first gig at Tom’s sister’s 21st where they played "Kids in America" by Kim Wilde, twice. They soon recruited John (bass) and Connor (vocals) and continued to churn out songs about bees, the Goosebumps book series, Coles Minis, getting blasted into the sun and being born.They continued to effortlessly stumble their way into good luck, scoring support slots with credible bands such as King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, The Growlers and Ausmuteants. In 2018, they flew to Europe for some shows where they played in an abandoned basement, stayed in the worst hotel in Berlin and Connor almost lost his passport about 20 times.With four releases already under their belt, Aborted Tortoise will continue to dominate the front end of your alphabetised record collections with their 2nd LP, A Album. With the power of nepotism, they’ve swindled their way onto the eponymous label, Bargain Bin Records, a comfy place for them to call home and continue to make ‘stupid music for stupid people’.

[engl] ABORTED TORTOISE’s debut album, An Beach, is just about everything you’d hope for from a Western Australian punk record: 15 tracks, half-hour run time, lots of sun-struck goon-flecked thrashing and a salty scintilla of uncynical surf rock. ... With the lo-fi immediacy of The Sonics, the faux-dumbass sensibilities of the Ramones and the sly musical inventiveness of Dead Kennedys, Aborted Tortoise definitely recall a lot of crucial punk touchstones. Meanwhile I’m also reminded of Melbourne brat-boys Ausmuteants, and more specifically, ‘90s Perth band The Feends - bonkers treble-heavy riffing with post-Ventures noodling and snotty sandgroper vocals. Plus, tongues balanced delicately in cheeks.... Aborted Tortoise might make most sense in the live setting: the visceral impact of a band going ballistic is most logically received there-and-then, with the sweat beads landing in your eyeballs. But like that recent winning album from Boat Show, An Beach does a stellar job of bottling the mayhem. Take it home, uncork it, let it breathe and then scull it like the filthy little demon you are.