I was listening to a podcast Charlotte was playing to our children in the car. The question “What sounds do you like, and why?” was asked of some seven-year-olds. The replies were illuminating. “I like the sound the waves make, as they crash on the beach at the end of a sunny day.” “I like the […]
I come to this via a slightly circuitous route. Some fine, nervy No Wave from Melbourne. Or is it some jumpy New Wave from Geelong? Doesn’t matter either way. You either understand my terminology – and if you’re here, there’s every chance you will. Or you don’t. But then, if you don’t, you’re probably not […]
People think now that New Wave means Duran Duran or some shite, but in reality it was this: laddish power-pop, with its roots firmly in the Herman’s Hermits and Small Faces of the past, and totally confused about how it should view the present.
I’d prefer less Courtney Love between-song diatribes, more Mia Zapata rock and fucking roll