All that synapse melting noise and intricacy.
The wang bar on Max’s big fucking orange Gretsch got a good going over.
Swap the bible for an iPad and he could have passed for Steve Jobs unveiling his vision for the exciting next phase of the company.
The crowd watched attentively, on the precipice of joyous and spontaneous engagement.
I Love Lucy. Never just a review. Always a gorgeous, sensual, philosophical account of why music is so fucking important.
In the early 90s, a select band of music critics at Melody Maker would regularly compete with one another to find fresh ways to praise the moody Australian genius.
by Bianca Valentino Catcall is the latest musical project from Sydney-based musician Catherine Kelleher. Kelleher first performed as frontwoman for Australian DIY punk band Kiosk in the early 00s. Upon returning home from a 2006 Kiosk US tour Kelleher had a life changing moment (which she talks about here) and after much soul searching decided […]
Jules Normington is a legend on the Australian Punk Rock Underground
The Zoo may be the finest venue in all of Australia. It’s called The Zoo for a reason, and not just because there’s shit all over the floor and someone just gave birth to a litter of baby elephants.
Without the strange adjuncts Rhys has a nice collection of folky tunes. With them he has a nutball bag of charming oddities.