Wednesday, 12 November 2014
sad 90s day
1 jeff buckley -
the last goodbye
2 moby - why does
my heart feel so bad
3 coldplay -
yellow
4 the corrs -
runaway
5 goo goo dolls -
iris
6 sinéad o'connor
- nothing compares 2 u
7 oasis -
wonderwall
8 jeff buckley -
everybody here wants you
9 r.e.m. - losing
my religion
10 ben folds five
- brick
11 radiohead -
street spirit (fade out)
12 red hot chili
peppers - under the bridge
13 radiohead -
talk show host
14 nick cave and
pj harvey - henry lee
15 portishead -
glory box
Saturday, 9 August 2014
Issue #2 Drunk Mums - Plastic
'The band have hit the nail on the head with their newest single, Plastic, which doesn't steer very far away from their first album, Eventual Ghost, from 2011. Drunk Mums have retained their sound without repeating the same thing for four years. Somewhere in their songs is a youthfulness, and you can't help but think about (and want to be) a little bit reckless and live in the moment. And maybe that's part of their attraction? Their songs have an immediacy in the way life does. Shit goes on, and while that's happening, let's all just drink a beer and have fun! And it sort of makes you want to say, fuck you to everyone you've ever known, and everyone you've ever hated, in the nicest possible way.'
'Burn in Hell's musical style has been called, "pirate rock" in the past, but don't get the wrong idea. In fact, that term seems to squeeze their sound into a tiny rotten key hole where it really doesn't belong (well, doesn't belong entirely), and I can see how pirate rock could turn a lot of people off. I mean, we're not talking drunken parrots and a wooden stump here, we're talking old worldly despair, dirt, blood and booze; gravel in a wound, a rusted knife thrust into the leg during an amputation doused in alcohol, lust, love and all of that...'
Sunday, 13 July 2014
Issue #1
Now available at Brunswick Bound, Missing Link Records, PolyEster Books, Greville Records and Sticky Institute.
Sunday, 6 July 2014
I had to
ask myself, why the cult following? Is it because there’s something in the way
Spencer P. Jones plays his guitar, or maybe it’s something about the way he
wears his cowboy hat, which makes you recognize that this man is from another
time. A time when Australian rock n’ roll was dirty, when a pot of beer was
sixty cents, when you could spend an afternoon at The Espy blowing your dole money on beer and pool. When a flat in St. Kilda was sixty dollars a month. A
time when you’d cram your whole band into the back of a yellow Holden and hoon
off to your next gig in some small town in the middle of nowhere. A simpler time.
Maybe his songs resonate because he seems like someone who’s seen it all, done
it all, and has a song to sing about it? A good guy turned bad or a bad guy
turned good, and all the in-between...
Howard's
lyrics (which seem kind of late 70's early 80's British post-punk-ish,
spoken-poem inspired) have a formalist
structure to them; which has then been bulldozed down and built up again, all
the while remaining emotionally cool . "I'm the
song writer for this project [but]
everyone
contributes to the final product - of course". The songs off Pretty don't tell people what to think
or how to feel, Harry is merely the narrator. "Words
are slippery things" says Howard, "and
they can mean as many different things to me as they can to anyone else". There is a nice measure, lyrically,
between a song having some kind of 'other' meaning, a deeper meaning, an
alternative meaning, along with the notion that it is what it is... There's no
bullshit. "The songs do contain
fact and fiction but it can be hard for me to know where one ends and the other
begins".
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