Let me tell you a story—one soaked in distortion, sweat, blood, and a touch of black humour.
I sat down, ready to do a simple reaction vid. Nothing major. Just a new single from Melbourne maniacs Furious George called SISYPHUS. I expected riffs. I expected screams. What I didn’t expect was a goddamn cinematic horror show playing out like a Greek tragedy set in Melbourne.
SISYPHUS is brutal—unrelenting in both audio and visual form. The song rips like a chainsaw through apathy. It’s the sound of dragging a boulder up the hill of depression, dread, and the 9-to-5 grind, only to have it crush you back down every single time.
The video is confronting. Full stop. Kidnapping, torture, murder—it’s not for the faint-hearted. But it fits. It belongs. You can’t just hear the pain in this song—you see it. Poor Jake gets the full snuff film treatment: hooded, beaten, tied to chairs and emotionally crucified in true Sisyphus fashion. I even found myself muttering, “Poor Jake,” more than once mid-reaction. Don’t worry though—he survives. Barely. (Probably….. or not)
I’ve had the absolute pleasure of sharing stages with Furious George twice now with my own band Storm The Crown, and let me tell you something: this band is not to be slept on. Live, they are thunder incarnate. Tight. Angry. Honest. You feel it in your guts and your bones. And after this latest release, I’d put money on them levelling up into the next tier of Aussie metalcore greatness.
If you haven’t seen the video for SISYPHUS—do it. Then go watch my reaction, where I go full goblin mode, flinching, laughing, and decoding the chaos like a blood-soaked David Attenborough of the underground scene.
🚨 Final thought: Furious George have dropped something real here. Something dangerous. Something vital. And in a scene that’s constantly chewing through trends and spitting out mediocrity, SISYPHUS is a reminder that Aussie metalcore still has teeth—and it’s hungry.
Living life like a i have a car battery attached to my pecker.
This is gospel
I bite crowd surfers
killer.
