one fellow's political coverage, music ramblings and general hijinks across decades under a range of guises at several locations often in a state of awe.
Sue, could you check Smudge’s bass player’s name? I think it’s Adam Yeo but I’m not too certain. Ta. There exists, in your community, a widely unacknowledged subculture which is as delicate as a vegan, as opinionated as an anarchist and as stoic as a gothic purist. They are fanzine writers, and as the rustle … Continue reading “Superchunk; Smudge, Planet, November 20, 1996”
Didn’t mean it to be so electronic, but when the vibe hits, well, ya gotta shake it babee. Allnighta crews need watch out for the 5am breakbeat posse phonecalls :P
Sandpit hail from the thriving Brunswick Street live circuit of Fitzroy, Victoria, but their coy little lilting tunes are usually the stuff found bouncing between the Merge label in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, and New Zealand’s Flying Nun roster. Theirs is the sound of sweet discordance, born of bedrooms and really cheap guitars which go … Continue reading “interview | Sandpit (1997) – Interview with vocalist/guitarist Brendan Webb”
“Whatever people say about our music, I would say that you can always hear a melody running through our songs, no matter how spastic the rhythm ideas may be!” I read this remark by Ash Bowie before confronting him myself. They seemed to be the words of someone clinging to hope, a faint hope that … Continue reading “interview | Polvo (1996) – Interview with Ash Bowie”
