Regional dialects are fascinating. The reason words first changed pronunciation and meaning because of geography remains one of life’s great questions.

Australia, a country with bizarre phrases like “shrimp on the barbie” and the naval wake-up call “Wakey, wakey, rise and shiney” has fittingly given rock ’n’ roll its own spin on regional parlance.

From Jebediah’s Kevin Mitchell to The Vines’ Craig Nicholls to Jet’s Cameron Muncey and dating back to Lime Spiders’ Mick Blood and Radio Birdman’s Rob Younger, vocalists down under bring it straight from their throats and let notes ring out with a smarmy attitude only capable without the use of one’s diaphragm.

Even indie darling Ben Lee sings with as much gullet as lungs.

So it’s not surprising the thick guitar licks and choppy choruses on Rocket Science’s fourth LP rest beneath Roman Tucker’s gruff, straight-from-his-neck vocals.

Mixing circular guitar and interweaving solos with distorted bass lines and simple yet thunderous drums, the Melbourne quartet seems to understand the key to unlock their sexy breed of garage revival is Tucker’s cocky howl.

Even if that howl is only throat deep.