Fuck Buttons’ sound seems to channel the essence of currents. It’s the torrential flow of a raging river; it’s the crackling effervescence of raw electricity. It’s also immense, celestial – like the fierce blood flow of some ancient god. Undercurrent, though, there’s a natural fragility to their music, an organic pulse. That pulse, excited and…
Liars made it clear that they wouldn’t be performing “standard festival fare ” at Harvest, which is what I’d expected – they’re a band known for their experimentation, their refusal to stick with an approach for longer than album. So I was looking forward to something left of centre from their hour long performance. They…
I’d deliberately chosen not to do any reading on Los Campesinos! and their Harvest sets entirely because of one song – their two minute distillation of pop perfection, “Knee Deep at ATP.” It’s moving, funny and exhilarating and one of my favourite songs and I simply didn’t want to know whether or not to expect…
By all rights, Harvest should have been a fantastic festival, even considering the inclement weather (In fact, the apocalyptic storms that never quite eventuated added some excitement, with the brief evacuation a memorable event. Crowds huddled under paltry cover at QUT, believing that hailstones the size of tennis balls loomed over the horizon: they ended…
The abrasive attitude that was so exciting about Crystal Castles’ early work has faded away on (III) in preference of a dreamier sound. If their debut was a grimy in-your-face concert, this album is a cold labyrinth, Alice’s voice coming from the depths, buried under sinister swaths and pulses of sound. (III) embraces complexity that…
I’m definitely behind the bandwagon with this track – I’d assumed from the name of the artist and song that it was some weedy indie rock song. Not that I have anything against indie rock, but the genre’s feeling a touch tired nowadays. I finally heard it on Triple J a few days ago (and…
Moments of clarity amidst madness. A single chord in darkness, throbbing and snarling. A black curtain drops and “The Shape of Punk to Come” erupts from the stage and there’s no way I’m not pushing forward and into the pit. I’m lost in the pit, no sense of direction as the crowd swells and fractures.…
I still haven’t accepted the fact that holy shit I just saw Radiohead. I’d accepted long ago that it just wasn’t going to happen, that the band would retire before ever coming to Australia again, so I feel a bit blessed to have actually been able to pick up tickets (at retail, even!). Boondall Entertainment…
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