Tim Darcy of Ought. All photos taken by John Roark. Lunchbox video by Claude Cardenas; all other videos taken by Jason Seiple. August 12, 2016 Grunt. I’m up Friday morning, but sheer force of will keeps my body upright. I’ve probably slept four hours, and my whole lower body aches from the jubilation of last […]
Let’s be honest for a second here. The Pop Group. They’re coming to Australia in the next couple of months, but not Brisbane. Y’bastards. Kenny G is still making records. Napalm Death is still making records. Ray Charles is still making records. Billy fucking dickhead is still making records. So why not a dose of […]
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 […]
I had a good intro here. A fucking good one, too. But then it vanished. So fuck it. The title says it all, anyway. ET asked, and so I answered: 1. Because, quite frankly, everyone’s still catching up to the Bastards of Fate. 2. Because their Stone Roses cover album [link] actually DID trump the […]
I have a Bastards Of Fate album here, clutched in my sweaty paws. Not literally. It’s called Vampires Are Real And Palpable. ‘Winter’ reminds me of Gogol Bordello fighting over who gets to keep the kitchen sink. ‘Further’ is like David Bowie if he still had some joy and imagination. With Antony And The Johnsons […]
Never understood the problem some of my former colleagues had in discovering cool (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) fine new music. You go on Facebook, boldly ask ‘friends’ to “recommend me some music” and within a few minutes your Facebook feed is awash with a miasma of eccentric and charming and noisy and heavy and intoxicating (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) […]
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.
I looked down at the pile of vomit shimmering in the gutter, shaking and still feeling nauseous. “That’s funny,” I thought to myself, picking a bit of Jodie Foster out the remains. “I don’t remember listening to that.”
The future of adventurous US music can be found in the hinterlands. Don’t go to them; they’ll come to you.