Depression 0 Rock’n'roll 1.
It’s a shambles. A glorious shambles. In my brain, I’m slumped down on the stage, my head clasped in my hands.
This is the sort of spectacle that makes kids wanna buy some instruments and try this music thing out for themselves.
Melbourne’s Super Wild Horses bring their Crosswords Album Tour to Brisbane’s Black Bear Lodge, with support from Day Ravies and The Kramers.
King Tuff sound like garage hillbilly metal, grounded by a bassist who looks like he came straight out of a 70s porno.
Music fills a need. Occasionally, I need to see folk being themselves – selves that I like – to remind me of what I’m not.
Wake up you lucky bastards! This is transformative, inspiring, innovative stuff, all of which are dull-as-ditchwater words for music which is really, really anything but.
As I gaze out over the crowd of guys with faded tattoos and beer guts, I do wonder if private health insurance covers mosh pit related injuries.
A night of playing with sound and song, experimental but structured and beautiful
In Photos: The Mark Of Cain + Blacklevel Embassy + The Sea Shall Not Have Them @ The Hi-Fi, Brisbane 21.03.13
Can you write about The Mark Of Cain without using the word “brutal”?
Eleven years after his last Australian tour, Bob Mould brings his ‘Copper Blue Tour’ to Brisbane, playing highlights from Sugar’s debut album, songs from his latest Silver Age album and a selection of Hüsker Dü classics
It’s a race against time to photograph Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds in the 4:04 duration of “We No Who U R”, the first track from new album “Push The Sky Away”
Even as I leave she’s still walking the stage, taking and giving flowers and hands, smiling and talking.
Cat Power plays at The Tivoli in Brisbane, with support from Mick Turner.
If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime
There’s a kid pulling his earplugs in and out. No! Stop! What are you thinking?
“Let’s pretend it’s a Thursday night!” cries singer Amy, twirling, and for a while it could be.
A few hours later I’m on the next train outta Melbourne on Collapse Board’s dime.
“It couldn’t be much further from Queensland, this song”
I wanted blurred angst. I got cold-shouldered warmth.
Fuck ‘em. She’s the real thing, as honest, brutal, haunting and pure a songstress as Australia has ever had the honour of laying claim to
I am still lost within my seven rooms of swoon.
How a band handles playing for a much smaller than desired crowd says a lot about them.