Alex Turner’s Brits acceptance speech was everything that rock’n'roll is meant to be: unpredictable, dumb, funny, exciting and attention-grabbing. But it was so much more than that. It was a call to arms.
Ohhh, Charlotte. How I adore thee. I hear this and I want to be up on deck with you, scouring the seven seas with your bad pirate self.
Girls don’t need to be giddy and blatantly physical to subvert the male cock-rock structure, y’know. Sometimes, you need to play the victim.
Shellac know they are performing at a kids’ party and are always ready with the jokes, the hats, the pantomime routines. We in turn are always prepared to be delighted.
I totally blame Dave Grohl for this bullshit.
All in all, cool show. What is all worth it? Sure, ’cause I got in for free.
You know what I like? Noise. Slabs of noise. Noise that can smother your brain, melt your ears, and inject pure pleasure straight to your head. Or genitalia. Or BOTH.
Go Genre Everything + Scrabbled + Gravel Samwidge + The Legend! + Nana Vigilante + Bent @ Chardons Corner Hotel, Brisbane, 30.11.13
Being different isn’t always glamorous and is rarely rewarded with dollars.
Right! I’ve thought long and hard about this, agonised and whittled down to final ten but here, at last, I think I’ve burned down to a list of solid gold excellence.