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  • chris virtue 20251. Three Gigs
    In March, Barry Adamson played the Factory, in what looked like it was going to be the gig of the year, touring his “Cut to Black” LP. Hot band, great songs, great voice and a running gag that I can’t remember from a man with a larger-than-life presence.

    The album’s great too. Seriously good songwriting and composition which one would expect given that he does soundtracks. The title track and the opening “The Last Words of Sam Cooke” are the standouts for me, but all tracks are excellent.

    2. The Beasts – twice
    Saw The Beasts back in February at the Manning Bar in Sydney and it was last time to see the great James Baker. They were touring their latest release Ultimo. Great show and it reminded me that there are two bands who generate this sort of noise. The other is Crazy Horse.

  • Richie Lewis is branching out from his best-known day job - that'd be frontman for Tumbleweed -to record his first album, under the name Richie Weed.  He's delivered the first taste of the recordings with a digital single, "Pure Evil", that you can stream right here.

    While Tumbleweed continued to write, record and perform, Richie spent a large chunk of last year concentrating on solo endeavours, curating a captivating show titled "Spirit Songs and Stories", and recording.

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    “Black Milk 35th Anniversary”
    The Beasts
    with guests Rob Younger, Hellen Rose, Richie Weed & John Schofield
    + The Johnnys
    + Richie Weed and The Strays
    + Unsound
    The Factory Theatre, Marrickvile, NSW
    Friday, December 12, 2025

    Words & Pictures: THE BARMAN

    When the definitive mainstream version of the history of Australian rock and roll finally is penned, the Beasts of Bourbon are unlikely to get their dues. History is written by the victors and its telling needs to be simplistic if it’s to have the desired effect of "moving units".

    I once shopped a manuscript of a Radio Birdman member (no, not Chris) to a bunch of publishers to be told by one of the biggies that they saw no market for it because the band’s fans couldn’t read.

    Despite dancing with a broad audience in the early ‘90s, the Beasts of Bourbon narrative is just too convoluted, edgy and unconventional to suit straight publishers. Not that this need be a deterrent to enlightened ones.