For music that wasn't exactly made with longevity in mind, one of the impressive things about punk is how it continues to endure. Over 40 years after some of the earliest bands picked up instruments and wound up changing the course of rock music, it continues to inspire and influence younger bands even after rock itself branched out into literally dozens of different directions along the way. Part of the continued appeal lies in the freedom it offers to explore any and all ideas regardless of how trivial or controversial they might be.

On their debut album Amici, Melbourne trio Primo channel the spirit of punk not only through their gleefully primitive sounding music but also through their observational songwriting that focuses on the hectic pace of modern life and the anxieties that often come with it. Their songs function as brief but sharp bursts of witty observations about everything from consumerism to the endless grind of office work. One of the best lines comes from 'Bronte Blues' which reduces our lives to little else than the credit and debt we find ourselves tied to: "You’re a magnetic strip/Living on borrowed chips."

Formed by Xanthe Waite, Violetta DelConte Race and Suzanne Walker (newest member, bassist Amy Hill, was added this year)--who have played with bands like Terry and The Shifters and Constant Mongrel--they offer a pretty familiar take on punk and indie: two guitars and drums make up the bulk of the music with the occasional keyboard or acoustic guitar cropping up and adding extra layers. It's fun music and nothing about it is haphazard or casually tossed off.

'Ticking Off A List' is the kind of simple buoyant pop you could almost imagine hearing on something like a Flying Nun compilation; the sunny 'Closed Tomorrow' takes on a slower pace and the mix of brightly strummed acoustics and gentle keyboards gives the act of shopping on a holiday (which can otherwise be a total nightmare) an unusually cheerful quality.

Even on the most basic raw bursts of punk like 'Family Dinner Club' and 'A City Stair' where wiry chords slash their way through nervy beats, the playing precise and focused. And when Primo turns to keyboards more prominently on 'Mirage' and 'Bronte Blues' they do nothing to clutter the sound but instead give them the feel of a moody early new wave/post-punk band.

With technology playing a greater role in our lives and technology keeping us more connected than ever before (for better or for worse) it can be a tangled mess of various obligations leaving us little times to truly be ourselves (or even separate ourselves from our multiple social media profiles.) But Primo offers an album about modern life that doesn't so much dwell on its trapping but instead amounts to a brief 23-minutes of sloppy joyous distraction from the very thing it's about.