101 Albums You Should Die Before You Hear, Vol. 1 – A Biased Review
So. You remember that rejected 33 1/3 chapter that Everett True posted on here back in September? Well, shorty after that, he posted on the Facebooks that he had a new idea for a book, and he needed writers FAST! Within a day, those who replied were shepherded into a new group called Rejected Unknown […]
Paths Diverge: Alpine, Kitchen’s Floor, Ouch My Face And Blank Realm
By Miss Tiarney Miekus Setting up Kitchen Floor’s Battle of Brisbane with Alpine’s Yuck would make for a lousy blind date. One is a party and one is a funeral, and I’m not convinced which is which. Yes, both are Australian releases (Alpine a few months ago, KF more recent), but they have little in […]
Muse – Drones (Warner Bros)
By Miss Tiarney Miekus I haven’t been properly sickened by the self-delusions of the typical mainstream all-male stadium rock act since Alex Turner made a big show of wanting to smash through the glass ceiling (apparently forgetting he is the glass ceiling) or the staggering audacity that saw U2’s Songs Of Innocence digitally force-fed to […]
Where The Metaphor Fails | “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture”
By Ms Tiarney Miekus Anyone who cites this off-quoted quip has probably received a negative review. As far as one-liners go, it’s as vapid and reductive as they get. Yet this morning it greeted my Facebook feed alongside a hastily photoshopped Warholesque photo of Elvis Costello. Poor Costello in October 1983 for Musician magazine: “Writing about […]
Back when Brisbane still had a culture of protest | Prehistoric
By Tiarney Miekus Thirteen hot nights in a row The cops drive past and they move slow A million people staying low With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow? I don’t want it let down My own hopes for this town It’s so hard to get around Lots of cars but not much sound In town […]
Ed Kuepper @ Brisbane Powerhouse, 14.09.13
Dynamics are the key and it’s only if you really goddamn feel the song you’ve written, understand it with every fibre, does it all instinctively flesh itself out in a live scenario.
Amanda Palmer and friends in all their glory, live at a house party in Lutwyche
Suddenly I realise I’m in a room with people actually comfortable with sexuality and I’m relieved to be around a sexual culture that doesn’t exist just to please men.