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”
If ever there was a reason to scoff loudly and pee on a concert ticketeer’s window due to the extravagance of today’s entry prices, Fugazi provided the body-warm ammunition for any number of forthcoming events. Hailing from Washington DC, their instant accessability was guaranteed with a $15 fee, their firm grasp of independence and identification … Continue reading “Fugazi, UWA Refectory, November 10, 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.
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 … Continue reading “Caterpillar Now; Team Jedi, Grosvenor Hotel, May 18, 1996”
It was with infinite sadness that one of Perth’s worst bands, The Feends, left this plane of existence last Friday night. By the way, ‘worst’ is their word, not mine!
The ‘Botts’ have long held up Perth’s end of the more energetic live music available, their stand-alone and credible local reference to the funk metal genre has been with us for near on five years now. It is funny to talk of a band with such longevity in terms of tightness, but on Friday night … Continue reading “Mountain Hope; Botticelli’s Angel, Planet, November 3, 1995”
I wouldn’t have expected anything less. Yes, Declan Barry, that knee-popping and hurtling juggernaut which fronts Botticelli’s Angel has grabbed hold of some fantastic speed metal merchants to form a band which gives him even more opportunity to break bones on stage – Non Intentional Lifeform, or NIL.
