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.
Texan noisesmiths Butthole Surfers make your milk curdle, your 4-cylinder sound like an ICBM and the white-trash masses afraid. King Coffey on what the Butts were up to in Seattle, on tour for Electric Larryland (June 26 1996; 11 mins)
Continue reading “broadcast | Pt I: Butthole Surfers’ King Coffey, June 26 1996”
Texan noisesmiths Butthole Surfers make your milk curdle, your 4-cylinder sound like an ICBM and the white-trash masses afraid. King Coffey on what the Butts were up to in Seattle, on tour for Electric Larryland (June 26 1996; 13 mins)
Continue reading “broadcast | Pt II: Butthole Surfers’ King Coffey, June 26 1996”
Cruising in from the suburbs, the comfortable Friday crowd at Planet was stacked with the fans and family of CD debutants Spill, the drinking buddies of the Prawns and one guy from up North who was ably debiting his minesite paycheck.
Continue reading “Spill; Prawns With Horns, Planet, June 22, 1996”
Fronted by the twin guitar and alternating sweet and scolding vocals of Miki and Emma, Lush produced some defining moments of the shoegazer/Britpop era. Bassist Phillip King reflects on Lush’s rocky ride (1996; 13 mins)
The Electric Mistress CD launch was always going to be huge – you could tell by Spank’s collective fingers bitten to the quick and the poster glue on their clothing. And as Spank guitarist Sam Hobbs jigged at the side of the stage to Beaverloop with over five hundred punters in the house, you could tell they didn’t mind a bit of stress if this was the ultimate outcome.
Yeah, KISS may be about to release yet another live album, but consider the confidence involved in Air Ensemble releasing a live album as a debut? And without all that makeup.
Sprinting down Hay Street to the ever-closer sound of the Tucker Bs, greeted at the door by WAM’s James Nagy saying that they were one of his favourite bands, then getting settled to catch a snippet of their snappy timing and joyous riffing … hey, isn’t this what the WAMIs are all about?
Continue reading “O!; Panelbeater; Bluetile Lounge; Tucker Bs, Grosvenor Hotel, May 24, 1996”
Who were these suited gentlefolk … um, Infected? The growling Joe Kapiteyn, his velcro-attached dreds whipping his fellow comrades, launched into their subsonic grindcore that only gets better as technology creeps further into their sound.
With a vast sea of fresh, frantic faces mingling with the local constabulary for the start of Kiss My WAMI volume 3, the Metropolis atmosphere was, for some, a bitter-sweet occasion. As the new look Fremantle ‘cleaners’ hovered about – badges and truncheons symbolising the new family-orientated Fremantle – the kids put their feet and torsos airbourne for three of the Port city’s favourite nutters.
Continue reading “Squidfinger; Circus Murders; Cinema Prague, Metropolis, May 22, 1996”
What a great time to catch a couple of mooted maestros of our megalopolis! Ensconced in warm loungerooms throughout Perth, most of the local gig-going public were doing their benchpresses for this week’s Kiss My WAMI marathon, thus the hardest of hardcore heads got their chance to swing cats in near empty venues and check out up’n’comers in comparative comfort. Elbow space, even.
Continue reading “Caterpillar Now; Team Jedi, Grosvenor Hotel, May 18, 1996”
