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.
Picture, if you will … the dark Planet innards dusted with stage smoke, brilliant streams of coloured light cutting the fog, the chamber full of 6 Mile High flunkies bounding to the beats and, through the floor from the basement below, the physical rumble of Napalm Death flexing their vocal chords for hundreds of extreme … Continue reading “6 Mile High; Lounge; Surveyor 4, Planet, July 27, 1996”
sorry it’s late, the vaccuum cleaner ate my parrot. When the faithful all congregate to hear the mighty words, sounds and thudding drumbeats of the mob, there is little one can do to escape its fearful spell.
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)
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)
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 … Continue reading “Spank; the Eidelweiss Dance Troupe; Cinema Prague; Beaverloop, Fly By Night, June 1, 1996”
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.
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 … Continue reading “Squidfinger; Circus Murders; Cinema Prague, Metropolis, May 22, 1996”
Summer tentatively chased away the onset of autumn for the cosiest festival of the year yet again, the third instalment of RTR-FM’s In The Pines. Armed with grandma’s rug and dressed in grandpa’s trousers, the who’s who of Warwick, Willeton and Waroona invaded the prized electoral seat of Nedlands in an indie-kid celebration of all … Continue reading “In The Pines, Somerville Auditorium, April 13, 1996”
The ‘Fly exists for gigs like this – punters armed with bottles of red, various cheeses and old whiskey barrels for the paddock-worn Blundstones to rest upon. Ah, and both kinds of music: country and western.
It was, I swear, the Zelda Fitzgerald Room of yore – the man sitting at the piano taking your money at the door; the musician sitting at his Wurlitzer, thumping out its wide selection of drum beats that he played with his feet while strumming a guitar; the viola player, back and to the right; … Continue reading “Weathervane; Slugfest; Mosten Powell, Carlton Hotel, March 9, 1996”
