Kaputt is a dark city with no easy escape routes. Washed-out horns blow sorrowfully into the night.
The problem with Brisbane appears to be an overload of the creative process: there are too many folk being creative and not enough people satisfied with being consumers
Shark? aren’t bad. That’s it. End of review.
Bangs wept. This music makes me deliriously happy. It clatters, it splatters, it shatters, it matters. I’ve listened to the album front to back, back to front, sideways, length ways, every which wrong ways, adored the New Order steals, the slices of unrequited Bikini Kill/Skinned Teen screaming, the tributes to the female Captain Beefheart, the […]
In response to a request from a friend on Twitter, I’ve collected together some of my more recent writings about Jonathan. And from tomorrow, you can listen to an incredible early demo of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’ over here. ——————————————————————————————————————————– (from Plan B #18, originally printed in The Stranger) I first heard Jonathan Richman […]
This is quite my favourite ‘news’ story on the web this morning. A disgruntled Seattle music fan has offered to collect together $10m and give it to Weezer, if only River Cuomo and the gang will do the decent thing and SHUT THE FUCK UP. “Every year, Rivers Cuomo swears that he’s changed, and that […]
Can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s The Apartments, or someone. Sneaky Feelings. Something about the waver in the voice, and the soft burr of guitar. Well I mean, duh The Go-Betweens circa ‘Cattle And Cane’. Sorry to go all comparative on your ass. I really don’t like the video I’m linking to you […]
Never trust a critic. Never trust an artist. Trust the tale. D.H Lawrence held that, “The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it”. It’s a great notion, and I understand what he means – the reason why it’s possible to love ‘Love Your Money’ by Daisy […]
Someone who keeps the faith sent me an advance promo of Quarantine the Past: The Best of Pavement, and I remembered that my listening pleasures in the car are limited. So I took it into that sacred place, and listened as I drove to QUT, and listened as I drove to Deadnotes practice, and listened […]