Words: Everett True
Photography: Isaac Thackray + Jerry Thackray
Today was only my second gig of the year (the other was in support to Electrelane at Scott Creney’s favourite Australian venue The Zoo). It was on a chill Sunday afternoon in the ‘trendy’ part of town, free as part of Arts QLD’s ongoing quest to appear artistic. I felt too guilty at leaving Charlotte with all three kids, so Isaac (age 7) came along, to provide moral support and take photographs. That was the idea, but he soon grew frustrated at the way the photographs appeared blurred. He missed the point – hard to explain to a child at that most literal and fanciful of ages – that that was what I was looking for. If I want bog-standard live photography I only have to click onto any fucking live music website in the world.
I was so excited about this show a few weeks back – all three bands have made it to Song of the Day here on Collapse Board. In the event, we bore up for 20 minutes.
Scraps (Song of the Day 443)
A sparkling headdress. A serene electronic pop sense, enlivened by the freedom to garble. A Bangs-almighty awful sound, accentuated by the Powerhouse’s (sur)really high ceilings: there were only keyboards and a singer (there’s just one member in Scraps, one member given the freedom to grab and garble) but the keyboards were muffled and the vocals even more so. Even so, it sometimes, momentarily, gloriously felt like standing to one side alone in a fogged-off Euro disco circa 1983 while everyone around you showed their form and you grabbed another bottle. That was a good sensation. Here’s what I mostly did instead of listening to Scraps’ cloaked beauty: tried to wrestle with my sudden, terrifying vertigo and nausea at being out again among people who know me.