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The thing with nostalgia is that it never gets old. Like sand through an hourglass, reunions of storied bands are an inevitability. Some are great, some barely tolerable.
The verdict is in on the return to duty by three versions of the Hoodoo Gurus, as a warm-up for an appearance at the Splendour In The Grass festival a few days later. This was a championship-style triumph rather than a chore.
The Sydney date for the New Christs launch of "Incantations" has been announced. It's Saturday, August 2 at The Factory Floor (that'd be The Factory Theatre) at Marrickville.
Tickets for the show are selling here or you can preach about it on Facebook here. More Aussie dates have been announcec following the band's well-received four-week tour of Europe:
Saturday August 2nd - Factory Floor, Sydney
w/ Johnny Casino + The Escarpment
Friday August 8th - Bridge Hotel, Castlemaine
w/ Don Fernando
Saturday August 9th - Cherry Bar, Melbourne
w/ Don Fernando + Grindhouse
Fri August 22nd - Beetle Bar, Brisbane
w/ Hits + guests
Saturday August 23rd - Italo Australian Sports & Recreation Club, Lismore
w/ special guests
Saturday August 30th - The Small Ballroom, Newcastle
w/ special guests
Pssst…Like Rock? I think got something for ya. Like a disappeared postcard that got mailed 35 years ago, this showed up on my porch and promptly blew the doors off. It’s the first Rockets recording since they disbanded in the early ‘80’s.
Monster drummer and songwriter Johnny Bee Badanjek (think Detroit Wheels, Free Ride, Welcome To My Nightmare) has relaunched The Rockets with Jim Edwards - a fantastic singer, and a badass group of Detroit musicians.
Rising from the ashes of trio Hy-Test, BRUCE! (capital letters compulsory) is a band from the once-industrial musical nursery of Wollongong, south of Sydney, that plays skull-crushing guitar rock with occasionally complex arrangements. This EP showcases four of their simpler tunes delivered to mostly damaging effect.
One of the lesser-known musical pleasures in Australian over the last decade has been the quirky garage sound of the Hekawis, a fuzz-and-organ-driven combo prominent on the Brisbane and Melbourne underground music scenes. Churning out release after release, partly via the then prolific Courdroy label (who happened to own the country's sole vinyl pressing machine for a period in the '90s), the Hekawis pushed all the usual '50s and '60s buttons but came up with a sound unlike any other of their ilk.
It’s the third album for one-man bent bluesman Chicken Diamond and it marks another point on his descent into sonic hell. Ten songs of dirt-flecked distortion with a rusty sawtooth edge.
The Chicken’s coop is France where anything that has the odour of being musically underground is driven so far below the surface you’d need a miner’s helmet and a canary in a cage to find it. Thankfully, brave labels like Beast are around to facilitate tours of the aural subterranean catacombs and cast some light.