Here’s how it works. Grab my attention, and I’ll listen. Ten seconds, that’s normally all I need. How to grab my attention? I couldn’t say, and even if I could say I wouldn’t say cos that’d just be dumb and then there would just be some other whole new way of grabbing my attention in […]
I’ve been reviewing stuff outside my comfort zone for The Guardian for a little while now. It’s an interesting exercise. You have to acknowledge (to yourself, at least) that your greater or lesser unfamiliarity with certain styles and cultural approaches to music affect the way you hear it – and that, if that is the […]
I’m obsessed with the colour of my iPhone’s case. It’s sturdy and solid enough to survive several drops to the floor. The colour is a mutant bastard changeling, though. Once white (I guess), now it’s taken on the colour and stench of decay, tiny animalistic markings scratched away at the layers. I want to tell you. […]
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
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.”
This is more fun than three rounds of fun staring at a wall of Jad Fair papercuts. This is more lo-falutin’ than a disco full of Teena Marie fans dancing to your momma’s collection of Minor Threat demos.
Ah now. This is what I’ve been waiting for ever since I moved to Brisbane five years ago. A new song from Misty’s Big Adventure.
More hardcore than Throbbing Gristle, more extreme than most ‘extreme’ punk hardcore and metal hardcore I’ve heard
Have a listen. Go on. FUCKING LISTEN. A feral epiphany right here in your fucking underwear. A dissonant surge.
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.