I’m not going to concentrate on the next big thing or yesterday’s heroes that are doing their fourth comeback tour, so if that’s what you’re into this isn’t the column for you.
Brisbane. It’s scrappy. It’s hot. Our idea of entertainment is to have our photograph taken with Santa in the local shopping mall. Yet it’s home.
I can only imagine what this plaintive, personal, playful music would feel like in the company of some drunk people and little ventilation.
I don’t buy that whole kind of “Brisbane is shitty” thing. At the level of underground activity, I’m really positive about this place.
The ‘some of this’ that reminds me of The Diskettes is winning way over whatever ‘part of me’ is calling them out for being hippie scum
You’d have to be crazy to miss this! It’s crazy good shit, I tell you. Crazy good shit. And it’s FREE!
Without a doubt, Joel Stern is one of my very favourite Brisbane people. He’s enthusiastic, forward-thinking, righteous, good-humoured (so that’s four counts he’s got me trumped on, then). He regularly puts on evenings of improv, noise, punk, esoterica and just plain weird shit at his seemingly omnipresent Disembraining Machine (you can find recordings of every […]