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.
Eh, a quick, 800-word rant which could have easily been blown out to many, many more words and justifiers, but word limits are word limits son, and thanks to That I was able to gloss over the full implications – but it’s funny :P
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)
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.
The Regal Theatre, Subiaco Have you ever felt that you have successfully progressed, set new standards, moved on … while everyone clings to your past glories? Such is the case with Toni Childs who, at the beginning of her latest Australian tour, is faced with having to let her latest material sit dormant while the … Continue reading “Toni Childs, Sunday November 23, 1996”
Warm, generous in mirth, ensconced in simple riffery … Rebecca Gates, the once fanzine editor, record store clerk and college radio gun from Portland, Oregon, is certainly ‘chuffed’ about the peculiar rise of her now-jetsetting outfit, The Spinanes. “Chuffed? Yeah, chuffed is a great word for what has happened!”
Article for The Australian – Western Australia feature (Sept, 1996): WA music industry It was during a small, suburban park cricket match in late 1995 that many of us finally realised that Western Australia’s largely unheralded music ‘renaissance’ had finally broken through. Halfway through the Treadmill Eleven’s dashing batting effort on a slow but true … Continue reading “Tyranny of Distance? Save your Pity For Yourselves”
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”
In the world of 808 State, hip hop gave way to baggy, rave gave way to freestyle, and their namesake 808 drum machines now serve as dusty benches for their TR909s. Nine years on and with their new album Don Solaris again reflecting the state of dance and subtle indie crossover in 1996, may we … Continue reading “interview | 808 State – Interview with Darren Partington”
For a grunge puppy like myself it is hard to admit that I may be somewhat ‘crossing over’ these days, but with the Mo’Wax Headz in town it seemed to be the right time to come out, just a little … Planet was bubbling both downstairs and up, the all-ages frenzy in the basement supplying … Continue reading “Mo Wax: Money Mark; Djs James Lavelle, Shadow, Charlie and a cavalcade of stars … Planet, January 6, 1996”
As selections for support bands go the Storytime election was the right choice on this Tuesday eve. Neither Storytime or Dale are particularly renown for their lyrical gymnastics, instead there remains their respective command of the six-stringed instrument, albeit several generations and board shapes apart.
