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 […]
Withered Hand excels where Beck flops simply by being himself - which, let's face it, is a difficult thing to be in a studio sometimes.
Phew. So lots and lots has happened between here and Xiu Xiu (th-thump, th-thump), and my private ledger of reviews to write has been swelling as subtly as my belly while I attended to other crucial real-life affairs. And meanwhile the parade of faces and sounds marches on and on – Perfect Pussy, in particular, […]
A few days ago I went to Lambda Lambda Lambda. I’ve always been a little hesitent about going, due to it apparently being flooded with the most apathetic kids Brisbane has to offer. This night I thought may be different, as I was surprised to see that they had booked a much beloved band of […]