Sarah: Is Scraps a euphemism for anything? Laura: Not really – its just crap between two s’. One must always be wary of “bedroom projects” these days, since any dullard with a computer and a sound-generating device can market themselves as a musician. Scraps, at the very least, is not a dullard – say how-de-do […]
Sky Ferreira – Night Time, My Time (Again, but this time with special guest stars EMI and The Needle Drop)
Yes, Scott already wrote a most righteous review for this album. Yes, Everett also championed her via a SOTD feature. And yes, I also adore Sky. So why is this review necessary? Well, to begin with, EMI has finally blessed Australia with the release of Night Time, My Time, with the UK to follow next […]
Well, last week, Everett True tackled the Dirty Jeans comp as well – and GUESS WHAT? Though his was inevitably meatier with context, our two reviews basically agree on two points – a) roughly a third of that collection is dry derivative shit, and b) there just weren’t enough chicks represented. So, guys, I’m pleased […]
That narrative in the music press (the music press love a narrative) in which Blank Realm emerge four-legged from the murky deep and wriggle their gills in the fresh air of rock n roll? It’s true, to an extent. I told it myself a few years back, on an unread, long-dead blog. “Blank Realm invented […]
About a year ago, at a drinks function at my workplace, a young buck who styled himself as an urbane inner city ladies man was steadily plying himself with complimentary refreshments and gilding his self-impression as master of the domain. I let my guard down and wound up in a circle with the young master, […]
Well, how bloody convenient! So here we were, musing about how Triple J has gripped the Aussie music industry so tightly that even writers are falling all over each other to sound exactly alike – when along comes this compilation. Fantastic! Now we have here a bona fide aural coffee table book – 25 tracks, […]
Hey, Mr. Malkmus. I don’t know if you read these reviews anymore – what with you being a cultural icon and thus guaranteed a decent chunk of moolah – but I’m Lee Adcock. You haven’t heard of me yet, and that’s OK – I’m a new, bumbling writer/critic and I tend to always screw up […]
Detail, commentary, comedy, conversation. All over a single Casio pulse.
By all accounts, this should have been a review on Keeping a Record Of It, the LP that Casio-devotional-blues-journeyman Lonnie Holley released last year. However. I reckoned that many of you reader folk weren’t familiar with Lonnie’s earlier work – and neither was I, so I dug up last year’s Just Before Music, his debut. […]
There’s been a lot of talk about Scott Creney’s review of the Haim album. So in the interests of fair play, here’s an alternative review.
Haim’s pleasure, limited as even its enthusiasts admit, is the empty pleasure of an endless series of twinkies eaten over the course of 45 minutes. Fine enough in the beginning, but eventually destined to sicken.