Another 90 Oz Rock songs for 20 bucks. Can’t go wrong, eh?
This is Festival’s second “Glory Days” offering and it’s inevitably subject to some “mainstreaming”. There’s more chart action and a sprinkling of what might be regarded as lesser-known tracks or rarities, although you could argue they’re skewed from a Melbourne perspective. It's the lesser-known cuts that make this collection tolerable.
Blondie and her session men plus Clem Burke (obscured). Dean Ertl photo
I come at this review as a fan. Since 1976 (earlier if you count the Dolls and the Velvets), I have been enamoured of that New York New Wave sound. It's a broad church. Suicide could thrash synthesizers and Television could probe the stratosphere with spiralling lead guitar lines. The Ramones could make dumb look smart.
The Talking Heads sounded nothing like the Heartbreakers. The Fast sounded nothing link Mink DeVille. But the scene was still recognisable as a whole.
Blondie lived in the spotlight of eternal summer despite spending a lifetime dodging sun rays. You could be walking through the Lower East Side, see a boy you liked and say hello. Even if you found yourself charged with solicitation, everything would be all right because you are young, beautiful and in love.
Here's a preview of the new EP by Sydney's mod-inspired band The Smart Folk. They'll launch "A Sunny Afternoon At The Zoo" at Marrickville Bowling Club on Sunday, April 18 with special guesrts The OzSkas (ex-Allniters) and powerpopppers Ther Blue Rinse Set. You;; find the Facebook event here.
Heads up: Rickie Lee Jones was magnificent. As well as being a great gig, it was quite a strange evening.
So, ho! Once more to the magnificent Governor Hindmarsh Hotel (aka The Gov), to which I have been arriving in all sorts of moods to see all sorts of bands since I think 1979. No Fixed Address (many times), Drum Poetry (once), The Birthday Party (the last of three memorable nights in Adelaide). And so on.
Actually, because the Gov is such a great venue, if you are coming to Adelaide, it is one of a handful of ‘I gotta go there’ venues. Thankfully it’s not a toilet like CBGBs or the 100 Club used to be: the Tonkin family have long-since revamped and reworked the place into a rather wonderful, cosy, recreational area for grown-up. The food is always good, bar or restaurant, the staff always fit into their team (I’ve never encountered a shit or indifferent staff member) and the place seems comfy and perfect even on Adelaide’s famous disgustingly hot days.
Three days, no brakes, something to celebrate. That’s the state I’ve found myself in after constantly playing King Salami & The Cumberland Three. This is what music is all about: Transcending barriers that are put up by the music snobs.
How the hell do you get a Japanese punk joining forces with a French punk and then finding a Caribbean tennis teacher for oral scintillation? Then they come up with a name that covers a love of sausages, calling themselves “the best party band in the British Isles” And they pull it off. How?
The answer is Music, pure delightful music. Music that you dance to. Music that you can surf to. Music that you can chop wood to. Pure music.
Melbourne's James McCann is one of Australia's iunderrated rock and roll talents. This is "I Can Control Your Mind" from the forthcoming album "Gotta Lotta Move-Boom" (Beast Records vinyl/Off The Hip CD) co written with Penny Ikinger. and was shot on location at Nighthawks in Coliingwood, Melbourne. Say James: "Penny plays the Pennycaster and sings on it too. Working with Penny is an honour and a joy. She is the real deal."
Here are two books from people whose names you may know that are essential purchases.
This is from “Lonely Boy”:
… all bands are basically the fucking same. The reason I still - to this day - love watching documentaries about bands like the Eagles … is that I can totally relate to them. The personalities involved and the reasons for the tensions between them never seem to change.
The singer - because the job requires the kind of person who wants to be in the front going ‘look at me, look at me’ - will almost always be very insecure, and usually a bit of a cunt. Then there’s the guitarist, who wants to get all the pussy, and there’s always at least one weird introvert…
Lead Guitarist Syndrome and Lead Singer Syndrome are terms you don’t see in the Macquarie, or the OED. But they exist, in fact if not in print.
The I-94 Bar presented Chris Masuak and The Harbour City Wave Riders shows are making their way through and around Sydney. BZ Filmco shot this footage of the band tearing through "Niagara" at a packed Factory Floor last Friday night.
After a Wollongong show last Saturday and a private gig in Maiitland, the former Radio Birdman guitar slinger and his crack crew move onto Newcastle"s Small Ballroom on Friday and Narrabeen RSL on Saturday. Tickets fro Newcastle are hereand Narrabeen here. The whirlwind run winds up with Chris playing a free solo show at The Midnight Spedcial in Newtown on Sunday night.
Sydney Rock ‘n’ Roll & Alternative Market has hit a roadblock and is taking a detour. In place of the usual market on April 2, a huge support concert for the much-loved market is taking place at The Factory Theatre, Marrickville.
Featuring a stellar line-up over two stages of Market favourites, including The Allniters and The Detonators, this is a one-off and unmissable show.
For six-and-a-half years, Sydney Rock’n’Roll & Alternative Market has brought Sydney a mini music festival every two months, with a vast selection of unique and carefully curated stalls and an all-day entertainment line-up of interstate, local and international bands and DJs.
Hit with some very trying weather conditions over the last nine months, organisers decided to stage an almighty concert rather than fold their tent.