Ben Gel tears through Don’t Know What I Want (But I Know Where to Get It) with the kind of ragged urgency only a veteran of Australia’s underground rock circuit could deliver. Clocking in at just over two minutes, the track wastes no time, firing off driving basslines, gritty hooks, and street-level attitude with zero excess. Beneath the chaos sits a familiar frustration with routine and repetition, turning the daily grind into fuel for something loud and liberating. It’s raw, sweaty punk rock built for sticky floors, cheap beer, and shouting along like tomorrow can wait.
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