I’ve been meaning to link to this for a while.
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
I’m only including one track per album (aside from the omnipresent Bluebeat 45s, from which I’ve drawn three) as to do otherwise would unbalance the entire chart. This isn’t accurate by any means, and complete omits any listening that takes place (for example) at the office, on the bus, in the car, on vinyl, in […]
I still write for a few other places. One of these is the excellent NYC femme-focused magazine, Bust, for which I write a regular column, Everett True and his First Ladies Of Rock, a short consumer guide look at some of the fine, unheralded, female-led bands around. I’ve been on at my contact at Bust […]
Once again, I’m driven to slightly revise my opinion on a band. I’ve written about Allo Darlin’ before. And I’m sure I will again. But this song, everything about this song, the frame of reference that I can so relate to, the mentions of Bondi Beach and St Kilda and Talulah Gosh and The Maytals, […]
I’m a sucker for any band that’s a sucker for early Ramones the same as me, especially if they have a female singer. Of course, this sucker-dom can manifest itself in many ways. From Shonen Knife to Helen Love, from Soda Fountain Rag to Shop Assistants, from Vivian Girls to… ah Bangs alive, we’re going […]
I want to be upfront about this. I can’t get this song out my head, and I don’t want to either. It’s absolutely competing with ‘Crazy In Love’ and ‘Dumplins’ for my Song of the Year right now. Oh, and I guess with the albums by Woom and Neverever and Best Coast and…
I’m going to hate myself when I wake up tomorrow and remember that I’ve posted songs from TWO cutie bands, but… I love this almost than I love the Allo Darlin’ cover. Or is it more? Perhaps it’s more? No, I think it’s almost. Perhaps. Who knows? Can I go obscure on your asses? Please […]