Teenage Fanclub return to Brisbane for a show at Triffid, with support from The Goon Sax.
For all my years of Teenage Fanclub appreciation, I’d never seen them live. I’d mentioned to my partner as we were in the Uber on the way to The Triffid in Brisbane that the likely clientele would resemble myself – mid to late 30s, males, slightly overweight, probably nerdy and white (oh, so WHITE). I […]
It’s that time of year again, when all those editors that plaster their magazines and websites with adverts and suspiciously sounding advertorials but who can’t afford to pay their contributors, head off for a nice jolly in Austin, Texas. Either that or they get flown there courtesy of major record labels. Just to be on […]
Bill Callahan is one of those musicians I always forget quite how much I like
They sometimes sound like the only record they grew up mainlining was that mythological good Bruce Springsteen one
“Dude! Oh my god! Urge Overkill’s here! They’re in the parking lot! They’re all out there! Come meet them!”
In Hornby’s view, rock critics are a pretty sheltered lot. It is, he points out, a young person’s game.
I would call it pop-punk, but then you’ll think of Green Day or some shit like that.
Stuck with powerful sexual impulses, I convinced myself that to act on them was disrespectful and cheap.