They’re from a shitty coastal suburbia you’ve probably heard of, but know only that your grandparents would happily flush your inheritance down the toilet to die there.
In less than 12 months together, Pop Cult released 3 singles garnering generous radio play, favour with press internationally and at home and have won Triple J's Unearthed competition. Pop Cult toured the east-coast of Australia with Stonefield, Pop Cult played hometown festivals Big Pineapple, MMVAF, Originals and have tackled supports with international buzz bands Bleached and Guantanamo Baywatch.
The latter half of 2016 sees the release of Pop Cult's new single 'Sunday Mourning' and self-produced debut EP via We Are Golden. "The writing/production process is all very fast and impulsive. Somewhere between bedroom-demos and studio recordings, we're writing as I'm producing and tracking as I'm mixing- a bunch of the final vocal and guitar tracks are from the original writing sessions. We want to write music that's immediate and accessible, so the process has to have as few obstacles in the way as possible," Heinrich describes the recording of Pop Cult's EP ‘Cult Classics’.
Cementing Pop Cult's rise through 2016 they’ve been shortlisted for Triple J’s Hottest 100 and 4ZZZ’s Hot 100, with Pop Cult's self-produced video for ‘Sunday Mourning’ being selected as feature clip on RAGE.
"Pop Cult are well worth your time" - Matt Wilkinson, NME Magazine
"Just as Primal Scream did in the early '90s, they're feeding off the same Rolling Stones' vibes with that rhythm and chorus. Still a winning formula for me." Richard Kingsmill, Triple J
"Loving the deadpan Dandy Warhols-esque hooks amongst the irrepressibly upbeat music. Can't. Stop. Stomping. Along." - Dom Alessio, Triple J
"My God I seriously love this song, you guys rock!" - Agnes Demarco (Mac's Mum)
The optimistic edges of Wonderwall meets Who-era harmonies on the latest single from Brisbane indie outfit Pop Cult...built around the flexibly hedonistic tagline: "do what feels wrong, until it feels right", that's undoubtedly destined to find itself firmly lodged in the humming mainframe of your brain for weeks. - Rolling Stone