Time to return to the source. I’m not going to lie to you. I ain’t even going to try to resist this. Why would I? They sound like they’re having such a great time. A fraction of me thinks “yay! Tunabunny!” when I hear the euphoric rush of joy that lies behind these over-excited, highly […]
It’s embarrassing, how little I’m aware of. It’s wonderful, how much great stuff is out there just waiting for that stone to be turned over. The trick? Trust folk, the right folk. Or, as Girlpool sing it, don’t get fucked by a fucked society. Here, go check the source. It’s The Cosmopolitans (a little) crossed with Teddy And […]
Seems to me I most listen to music most any hour, don’t matter day, don’t matter night.
I wrote a review of kyü’s recent Brisbane show for The Vine. You can find it here. Here’s the original version: slightly expanded, but not so well-edited.
I’m usually extremely cynical about this sort of music, these arrangements, these voices. I mean, for starters, this is way too Jools Holland territory for me. There again, the amount of music that boogie-woogie man features on his BBC show – designer coffee-table or not – he has to get it right occasionally. Law of […]
“Horses are running everywhere/While I eat my cornflakes/I prepare to go to the beach/Which one I will choose?” This morning, a package arrived from Nottingham, from a former Plan B writer. I love shit like this. Makes life totally worthwhile, when friends you haven’t even ever met send you stuff just cos they think you […]