I’m not out to shoot down folks that wanna sing with their synths. It’s not in me to be cruel. I have to imagine Jimmy. Would he sit in the corner of the club after his gigs, afraid to talk to anyone lest his tongue locks up at the worst time? Is he a chatty […]
I ain’t sayin’ we’re always first. In fact, I know damn well that quite often I’m around three years late. I’m just sayin’ that it’s nice to know that some people have been turned on to some great music via this site. Cheers. 1. Tunabunny WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE MY FRIENDS? WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE […]
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, […]
Time may be getting faster every year but it’s crazy to look at how much Bedroom Sucks Records have achieved in the last five years, their first five years. As the man said, they’ve put out some of the best music in Australia in that time and keep going from strength to strength. By comparison, […]
Bedroom Suck Records celebrates their fifth birthday with a show at Black Bear Lodge, featuring Terrible Truths, Peter Escott, Superstar, Primitive Motion, Cannon and Thigh Master.
Music that doesn’t suck. There’s a Bedroom Suck compilation out: BSR5. It’s there to celebrate five years since the label was started by two discontents living in the steamy undergrowth of Brisbane, 27 tracks featuring… well, I’m guessing it features some fucking great Australian music. (I ain’t heard it, you understand.) Not much of a guess […]
Right-o. We need to sound out this love thing a little more. First off. You might recall that, some months back, I dithered over the electric bedroom project Scraps. Now, I’m gonna tell you that this is another bedroom project. The question isn’t girl vs. boy. It’s about craft. Scraps, for all its patchwork charm, […]
By Everett True I wrote this several months ago. The Guardian had started up in Australia, and I was suggesting several different series to them, one of which would focus on notable Australian albums. They liked the idea, but eventually decided not to run with it. Sadly, this review slipped through the cracks while the […]