I can only imagine what this plaintive, personal, playful music would feel like in the company of some drunk people and little ventilation.
What does Brisbane do to deserve nights like this? What do all of the horny, apathetic narcissists who stalk the valley every Friday and Saturday night do to warrant such an amazing lineup? I’ve no idea, but that’s not the point. The point is that the hardworking people behind The Outpost (I Used To Skate Once) […]
Without a doubt, Joel Stern is one of my very favourite Brisbane people. He’s enthusiastic, forward-thinking, righteous, good-humoured (so that’s four counts he’s got me trumped on, then). He regularly puts on evenings of improv, noise, punk, esoterica and just plain weird shit at his seemingly omnipresent Disembraining Machine (you can find recordings of every […]
It’s so easy to offend weiners on the internet. I could talk about Frankly Festival and point out the fact that most Brisbane gig goers are as clicky as fuck and cliched cunts – but I feel that controversy has been well represented throughout music blogs as of late. So this is my virtual mix […]