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.
Effigy somehow explode then return often for new recordings and gigs over the years. Here Pete Hardman, Melbourne-based after his Perth-upbringing, speaks of the (usual?) rash of problems of their 1998 album Century Collapsing (July 1998; 14 mins)
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Adelita’s vox are among the most caustic in rock, she croons and screams with unrelenting fire as the frontperson of Magic Dirt. On the release of Young And Full Of The Devil, Adelita speaks to, and tries to hit-on, your quaking interviewer (April 1998; 12 mins)
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Boston’s very un-Boston-sounding Morphine took the combination of drums, bass and baritone sax and made insanely great swamp music. One of the three, Billy Conway, speaks to Adam about how their music slides right in anywhere. RIP frontman Mark Sandman who died onstage in 1999 (April 1998; 12 mins)
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The best bassplayer I’ve ever seen and a psycho-being and lyricist of the first order, Mr Les Claypool, here divulges his timewarped 70s home, his many projects – Primus, Holy Mackerel, Prawnsong Design – and, egad, his fear of the Chapman Stick (April 7 1998; 13 mins)
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Interview with Brian Hooper
There is a song called Fake on the new Beasts of Bourbon album, titled Gone, which has Tex Perkins screaming ‘don’t know myself, don’t own myself, I’m a fake’. The power, venom and dirge of the Beasts’ traditional blue-collar sound permeates Perkin’s personal attack on himself, Fake being a song which could well be his retaliation to anyone critical of this, the seventeenth year of the Beasts of Bourbon’s collective mindset.
Metropolis Perth
For the many kids who saw the end of the pop and pulp Countdown generation mutate into the all-embracing Rage regeneration, Dinosaur Jr has alway signified low-brow indie rawk and roll. In its early years, ABC TV’s Rage would screen the video of Dinosaur Jr’s Freak Scene every weekend as the epitome of US college radio’s adoration of long haired, lo-fi guitar discordance, a saturation which most loud Australian bands in the past decade can trace direct descendency from.
Perth Entertainment Centre
The tendency for withering rockers to beef up their shows with awesome explosions, technological diversions and improbably large inflatable farm animals is the norm in this age. The fact that we see none of it on this tour simply reiterates that this was Alice Cooper’s nightmarish gag twenty four years ago and he would now rather let the Marilyn Mansons of the world set the pace in cheesy theatrics.
Burswood Superdome, Perth
One would have thought that Gloria Estefan had far outgrown the Latino strut and golden shimmer of Miami Sound Machine. Still technically their lead singer, she has overshadowed the big Florida party band sound with her solo accolades and through the synthesiser-swelled conservatism of love balladry and tales of broken hearts.
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McGilvray Oval
Through the tiny window of opportunity that ‘grunge’ opened for simple youth bitterness, Newcastle’s silverchair (mind the non title case punctuation, they like it that way) was Australia’s gift from the great Kurt Cobain in the sky. Recorded while the members were just fifteen years of age, frogstomp, silverchair’s debut album, went on to platinum sales in the US, Australia and New Zealand. With album number two, Freak Show, already following the former’s trajectory, their motives and talent became blazingly clear during their sermon to 6,000 kids in Perth last week.
Metropolis Fremantle
With the demography of their audience swinging wildly between conservative listening-led folk canoodling their partners and dancefloor-bound style councillors hip to the remix craze sweeping the Anglo world, Everything But The Girl could hardly please everyone all of the time.
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