The return of Everett True | 123. Syster Darkwyne
“Guys, come on … It’s not the 60s any more!” It’s not too much of a stretch to call Syster Darkwyne the Sex Pistols of Goth except of course The Sex Pistols went on to overshadow their particular genre whereas Sister Darkwyne failed to overshadow anyone except their own portentous and all too briefly lit egos. With a bitter […]
The return of Everett True | 122. Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
It was always going to take something pretty special for me to feature Stephen Malkmus in this series. This is it. See how good he still sounds when he actually has a decent song to sing?
In Words: The Courtneys + Hinds + The Furrs @ Black Bear Lodge, 20.02.2015
By Ben Green When it rains it pours. It’s one of those nights where Brisbane’s already marginal music vote is split, a full card of candidates rolling into town and setting up their soapboxes on opposite street corners. The elder axeman, the emo-glam queen, the scrappy next-big-things. Not to mention the cyclone bearing down. “You’ll […]
What I did last night instead of going to see J. Mascis play live
I like J. His laconic humour, his even more laconic guitar solos. I didn’t know he was playing until I saw some grunge types outside the Zoo, struggling their way through the cyclone-building rain. My first car park spot I vacated after spotting the sign that read “temporarily closed because of potential flooding due to […]