The Cribs return to Brisbane for a headline show at The Back Room in Annerley, with support from Concrete Surfers.
Bangs damn it, we would’a KILLED for music this focused, tightly coiled, back in 1990
“There is a prostitute in all of us…”
There’s a new Edwyn Collins album out. You don’t know how happy it makes me, just typing those words.
I was on my way into QUT this morning, a little tired and a little cranky: sleep deprivation is a powerful anti-intoxicant. I was listening to The Unthanks, stuck at Normanby bus station for a little too long. (‘The Testimony Of Patience Kershaw’ is the one I’d recommend for today.) And they inspired me to write […]
Right. Time for some rock. Indie rock, granted – but rock nonetheless. Arctic Monkeys – Humbug They can do anything they want. So they go fairground on our asses. So they run with the rhythms. So they up the oomph. They sneer. They smile. They push the vocals up too high. They forget the golden […]
The ‘Count In My Head’ EP is like everything thrown in together. Brash guitars, synchronised handclaps, “whoa-oh-oh’s” like Kate Nash sings them, chirpy and bouncy and racing along at way too fast a lick – indeed, this is what I like to imagine the State Of The Art sounds like in 2009, although let’s face […]