J Mascis plays a headline show at Triffid in Brisbane, with support from Mick Turner.
It’s a thin line. I’m not sure I want to quantify it; I have a feeling it keeps moving. Association. That’s what I’d like to talk about here. No, not association. The way the line keeps moving. I’m not the person I was in 1993. I am the person I was. I’m not the person […]
Dull, laconic repetition. Three words that are not insults in my book.
It was OK. It was a bit grungey, a bit punk.
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Grunge. Done badly, it’s horrendous. (I was going to link to a Silverchair video here, but thought better of it.)
I got an email the other day asking if I wanted to review a new album by an Italian indie outfit called redroomdreamers. I didn’t know anything about redroomdreamers – even after I read their bio, because I don’t do Italian and some things get lost in translation – but I said yes regardless and […]
I’m trying to avoid working here, so here’s another excerpt. Taken from 2001, I believe. FRIDAY AUGUST 17 2001 Clever, friendly and articulate, I notice I have no memory of the events that transpired more than three days hence. The sun beats down upon a town of ingrates and foreign students, each more desperate than […]