The Collapse Board finally cracks | an explanation of why we are finally introducing star ratings
By the Collapse Board Editors (except Lee Adcock, because no one asked her – but that’s OK, I mean she’s not that important anyway) It was inevitable, looking back on it. Despite the protestations from certain staff members here at Collapse Board, and lines such as The problem is that ratings give readers an excuse not […]
A brief history of Collapse Board
2010: Justin Edwards and Everett True found the site. It is intended as a radical alternative to the established Aus music press, with a focus on Brisbane. Meetings are held, where everyone stares blankly at everyone else. Drowned In Sound runs a series of articles asking “is music journalism dead?” 2011: Everett True brings in an array […]
The people have spoken | 10 great discoveries from Collapse Board
I ain’t sayin’ we’re always first. In fact, I know damn well that quite often I’m around three years late. I’m just sayin’ that it’s nice to know that some people have been turned on to some great music via this site. Cheers. 1. Tunabunny WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE MY FRIENDS? WHY AREN’T THESE PEOPLE […]
Bedroom Suck doesn’t | five years on
Music that doesn’t suck. There’s a Bedroom Suck compilation out: BSR5. It’s there to celebrate five years since the label was started by two discontents living in the steamy undergrowth of Brisbane, 27 tracks featuring… well, I’m guessing it features some fucking great Australian music. (I ain’t heard it, you understand.) Not much of a guess […]
The return of Everett True | 46. Maid Of Ace
There was this. And while I can’t vouchsafe for this, I can’t deny that the occasional public acknowledgement – once every 10 years, right now – does buck me up for a few minutes. I sometimes think about what I’ll say when Everett dies. Only ‘cos I’m obsessed with death. Or more acutely, what comes after and what’s […]
Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks – Wig Out at Jagbags (Matador)
Hey, Mr. Malkmus. I don’t know if you read these reviews anymore – what with you being a cultural icon and thus guaranteed a decent chunk of moolah – but I’m Lee Adcock. You haven’t heard of me yet, and that’s OK – I’m a new, bumbling writer/critic and I tend to always screw up […]
Highlights of 2013 (from a rookie music critic)
Ohhh, Charlotte. How I adore thee. I hear this and I want to be up on deck with you, scouring the seven seas with your bad pirate self.
Cassette of the week | Hangin Freud – Sunken (Daddy Tank)
Girls don’t need to be giddy and blatantly physical to subvert the male cock-rock structure, y’know. Sometimes, you need to play the victim.
Cassette of the week | Sealings
You know what I like? Noise. Slabs of noise. Noise that can smother your brain, melt your ears, and inject pure pleasure straight to your head. Or genitalia. Or BOTH.
Song of the day – 671: King Champion Sounds
I use the word blast. I refer to the bursts of clarion-call brass that punctuate this uplifting, insurgent noise. I refer to the chiding, aware vocals.
