The wang bar on Max’s big fucking orange Gretsch got a good going over. …
Amanda Fucking Palmer. This isn’t a gig, it’s a communion.…
The crowd watched attentively, on the precipice of joyous and spontaneous engagement. …
Perhaps Merrill Garbus is the anti-Zooey Deschanel? I fucking hope so.…
If you’re going to tell me his songs came out of nowhere and were never influenced by other bands, we’ll have to do some kung fu…
I’m no music nerd, but I know enough to know In The Red isn’t a dog’s breakfast of musical styles.…
The Zoo may be the finest venue in all of Australia. It's called The Zoo for a reason, and not just because there's shit all over the floor and someone just gave birth to a litter of baby elephants. …
If The Fag Machine were a band to listen to and jump up and down to, then I Am Austin are a band to dance and make love to. …
My internal douchebage disappears and are replaced by feelings of guilt, confusion and remorse as Super Wild Horses glide through their set.…
The music and the dancing is infectious. and the crowd sway and dance as Cults work the room into a blissful frenzy.…
The sound of a theatre full of enthused Parisians is no mean feat, and Metronomy certainly seem to have instilled a sense of 'Rule Britannia' in this sweat-sodden throng as they heartedly cry out in a full crowd sing-along.…
Tonight, for me, is about Dune Rats.…