We Got Wasted, Things Got Wild
A lyricist with a a razor-sharp tongue held firmly in cheek and a consummate vocalist supported by a fantastically talented band that play the best of raw, distorted, politically-driven punk rock music.
They really did die: FUCK THE DEAD KENNEDYS
I hope you fucking choke on the immensity of the hyperbole I’m about to direct at you.
Rocky Road to Brisbane
With the musical climate drowned in apathetic, minimalist, synth-laden wank I can’t say how welcome a change this band is
Gig planning for dummies
Because I am nothing if not brash, I jumped in headfirst from a logical angle. I knew I wanted a gig that could be a bit rowdy, it needed to be as cheap as possible an accessible to anyone and everyone.
If god is a DJ (then that’s really fucking depressing)
DJs, the glorified button monkeys of the local music scene. Everyone hates them, but would still love to be one, labouring under the illusion that they would do a way better job than that misinformed hack. Let’s break it down. You go out to a club evening (rather than a gig) to imbibe alcohol, and [...]
Revenge of the Geek-chic
A few days ago I went to Lambda Lambda Lambda. I’ve always been a little hesitent about going, due to it apparently being flooded with the most apathetic kids Brisbane has to offer. This night I thought may be different, as I was surprised to see that they had booked a much beloved band of [...]
My first pop crush?
A very talented photographer friend has made his debut into the world of music videos, and quite tremendously so, if you ask me. It may also turn out that I’m a little smitten with the band in subject too. It’s relevant, I suppose, that string instruments would feature so heavily in this, my first real [...]
Let’s have a hologram party
It’s nostalgia time, ladies and gentlemen. In the name of mixing it up, I’m going to pay tribute to one of my favourite bands to ever come out of Australia. Dead Inside The Chrysalis. Picture a 17-year-old Thomas, bright-eyed, Mohawk-less and for some reason thinking wallet chains were the shit, wandering into the Alley Bar [...]
Journey to the centre of a band
Psychobilly is a rarity in the rock landscape, in that it is yet to be entirely raped, pillaged and plundered of new ideas. In essence, it’s yet to reach its logical conclusion. That’s not to say it would finish per se, so much as stop being psychobilly, and start being something else entirely. I could [...]
