Love songs have always felt strange to me. They can be spine tingling creepy when they want to be, and even moreso if it’s not the artist’s intention. I’ve never been too comfortable writing them because of it. I grew up a bit, discovered some soulful heart wrenchers, and wrote this about an assumed ‘great … Continue reading Abandon Me.
Robert Forster of the Go Betweens fame, published his first book, The Ten Rules of Rock and Roll in 2009. His ten rules present the annoyances and nuances of musicians and fans alike, describing the great expectations and the worst clichés from his experiences. Yet, when he scribed “The three piece band is the purest form of rock and expression” as his tenth and final rule, he hadn’t heard a single note from The Sinking Teeth.
Walking down the Costin Street strip is always an intimidating experience. Observing the crowd that varies from young punks in denim jackets to the mature couples still vibing from the electric Springsteen tour that occurred two months before, I feel a thousand pairs of eyes scalding me as though I was late for a sermon. … Continue reading The Gaslight Anthem, Dave Hause @ The Tivoli. 10/05/2013
Elliott Smith once tunefully tutted “Amity, Amity, Amity” on his record XO before his untimely death in 2003. Ten years later in 2013, I’m doing the same thing.
Thank You For The Venom
My Chemical Romance
It was the summer holidays that bridged the transition from primary school to high school. I was a jock, over achieving pre-teen who played an unhealthy amount of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2* matched only by an interest in music. 2004’s top 40 was encrusted by the synthetic slick of urban, hip hop and R’n’B; Usher’s Yeah, OutKast’s Hey Ya and Obie Trice’s Got Some Teeth soundtracking school discos across Australia causing some regrettable musical tastes with regards to peer pressure. Continue reading “Thank You For The Venom”
Title Fight, Luca Brasi, Toy Boats.
Sun Distortion Studios, Albion.
After releasing their impressive effort, Floral Green in September of last year, Pennsylvania’s Title Fight return to Australian shores for a string of small, sold out club shows. After their controversy-ridden performance at the Old Museum for their Brisbane debut appearance in 2010, there is a buzzing expectation amidst the all ages crowd of Albion’s Sun Distortion Studios.
Big Lights – Dear New York.
From a very young age, I was quite taken with the idea of a better place. Somewhere filled with fantasy and wonder, where your dreams became an actual, tangible reality. We’re encouraged from our youth to follow that. Although, with age and maturity, we place these obstacles in front of us, each hurdle growing closer and closer to the heavens we’re trying to reach, our anxiety and anticipation growing along with the burden of your subconscious voice, heaving, “why bother?”. We turn to art forms for diversion, consolation and answers. The radio’s response sang to me, “New York”. I thought I was lucky to be from Brisbane. I seriously did. To hear each lovelorn vocalist declare their affection to this town, “New York City” sounding from their lips with a shimmering sparkle that could never be achieved with the same ring of ‘Brisbane’ or ‘Melbourne’. I can’t imagine The Veronicas exulting “Brisbane” in the same allure that Alicia Keys did for her hometown. Anybody keeping any sort of tab on me at the moment would know that upon graduating from my first Bachelors degree in June, I will be escaping Australia to take complete advantage of my youth, my British passport, and the world that won’t wait. Here are five songs about the Big Apple that are currently soundtracking my travel plans.
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