When Harriette Pilbeam released her first single something happened. Nestled in out-of-the-way Brisbane, ‘Try’ caught ears. More than a few were in far-off places. From here Hatchie built a natural kind of momentum. An excitement that can’t be spun. The kind of feeling all the well-connected management or pre-existent reputation can’t buy. Here, tonight, Harriette’s […]
Funny what people remember, eh. On Friday evenings at work, my co-worker Karl flips on the local college radio station, the much-belabored WRAS. From 8 to 10, all kinds of dreamy goodness fill the dish room – y’know, MBV, Cocteau Twins, Slowdive, Kitchens of Distinction, all the way up to Pinkshinyultrablast and other bands that […]
Before we begin, let’s review the rule book. HOW TO REVIVE SHOEGAZE IN 4 EASY STEPS 1. Get a chick. 2. Figure out how to make that bendy guitar string sound. 3. Lay down some woozy vocals. Sing as soft as you can. It’s best if you can’t understand anything later once you add in […]
Quick. Hold me tight. The artificial fog drifts closer. Now here’s a little-known tangent about me – before I succumbed to the drain-drip bloodbath underworld of what the rest of the Western world calls “industrial”, the closest tune to rain-soaked, smokestack factories that I knew was the Police’s “Invisible Sun”. It sounded like the blackest […]
Well, I won’t lie. When I plucked Ballet School out of the lineup, I thought for sure I’d singled out another case of all-men groups dubbing their bands with feminine names (see Woman’s Hour, Girl Band). I stand corrected. However. As we all know, having the prerequisite chick on vocals don’t getcha a free pass […]
I like the place Ballet School has taken this music to. A new ground for exploration. More new treasure maps and cornicing. A new fecundity.
Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?
Ester is a perfect debut album. It suggests that the Tracys are liable to head in any direction, including some we haven’t even imagined.
I’m loathe to call it background music but that’s about the nub of it.