I discovered this one via Neil Kulkarni’s regular dose of savagery over at F.U.N.K. Here’s what he says: ‘Scorn’ from 2012 revealed just what a unique slab of monstrous molten heaviosity this Portland 3-piece can cook up – the split 7/10/12″s that have come since with Xaphan, Hexis, Fister and Hessian have only deepened the […]
By Neil Kulkarni What kind of music am I into? Well… good music! Proper music, y’know? Not the chart stuff so much. I have lots of favourite songs by all kinds of bands and artists but basically I like songs from the heart. Songs about holding on through the tough times. Songs about letting things go […]
Wow. I don’t know which is worse. The idea of Daniel Johns (the Chris Martin soundalike guy from national embarrassment Silverchair) covering ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ at a triple j party, the actuality of Daniel Johns (the whiny, wallpaper, Chris Martin soundalike guy from national embarrassment Silverchair) covering ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ with harp and […]
The whole music scene thing, it’s all a façade, really, said my landlord one morning, or something like that. He always says things like that whenever we meet in the kitchen. You know, that the government fabricated the war on drugs (the real one, not the band), that the students coming up seem dumber and […]
So I’m half-tempted to split this review with another folk album in my queue – one that breaks more molds and challenges the listener on many more levels – but I’ve decided against it. The work in question demands more thorough listening and all the space that a digital article can afford (and no, digital […]
This came about as a result of late night emailing between myself and my Vine editor Marcus. I suggested, jokingly, that perhaps I could list 10 things I’d Rather Do Than Listen To The New Coldplay album. (Number one: feature in the new Brooke Candy video.) He suggested that I change that to 10 Ways […]
Nothing matters more than the all-conquering Top 10.
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.
The whole affair had taken up 120 seconds. The longest two minutes of my life.