Don’t put faith in a new band. Few religions pass the scrutiny of reason, but identity and happiness can’t be entrusted to a handful of fallible human beings, let along twenty-somethings with a whole life of lessons ahead of them. Eagulls had me for a while, though – and probably you, too, if you’re reading […]
Part 1/3 of photos from this year’s Laneway Festival in Brisbane, featuring Peter Bibby, JOY., Mansionair, Perfect Pussy, Eagulls, Eves The Behavior, Connan Mockasin, Raury, SOHN and Tkay Maidza.
Above: Witching Waves @ the Hello Goodbye Show. I had been working on this year end list for what seems like weeks. I’d been fighting off this nasty bug since Thanksgiving. It finally caught up with me and I spent what seems like ages in a fevered state so I can’t really feel too bad if […]
We know – you’ve been watching the best-of lists crop up on your social media feeds with fists firmly clenched, teeth gnashing, curses rolling off your tongue. “Confound these posers!” you might cry. “Where’s Collapse Board?” Well, here we are, and here I am. (I suspect that Everett didn’t ask me for any pop songs, […]
Yeah, I listened to that first Tame Impala record, front to back. And the entire time, I’m thinking, “OK, this is from Cream. This is from Revolver. And this one’s Derek and the Dominoes.” Ya think I remember any one of those tunes now? Ya think I ever listened to that Tame Impala LP again? […]
It’s almost July, kids – you know what that means? Well, over here in the US, Americans take that as a cue to load up on fireworks, booze, and propane for the 4th. But HERE, in the blogosphere of musique critique (not a real French phrase, by the by), we critic types take stock of […]
What? When did this come out again? Three months ago, you say? Oh WHO CARES. Gems like this ought to be dredged up again and again to save our souls from the marble-ogling masses. Why? ‘Cos I’m puh-SESSED. Fuck the headphones. FUCK ‘EM! This is 80-miles-per-hour music, (yeah,I said miles – SUCK IT, WORLD), the […]
“We’re Vulture Shit…which is the worst kind of shit” I’d been a-thinkin’ for a while that Sleaford Mods, the post-punk rant rap sensation sweeping the UK nation, deserved the Collapse Board treatment. But three things happened this week that shut down this idea. 1. This Guardian article, which basically claims that the NEW THANG will […]