Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Jul 19, 2010

Why does the idea of a musical intelligentsia scare you so?

Given our current musical landscape, it is hardly surprising that the brain work is notably absent from the majority of musical compositions..




In an era of jailbait chart-toppers and the MDMA sampling culture - "Blow my whistle, bitch!" - churned out across clubs all over the world, good lyrics are hard to come by...


Particularly when faced with the daunting predicament of belonging to the "punk genre" where your mark is made from telling ditties accompanied by gritty and minimal instrumentals...


A far cry from anarchy in any vicinity, the average pub-band punks I believe was best epitomised at a recent "live acoustic" set behind work  where the repertoire consisted of working class anthems such as "Pissing in the Shower" and "Called her a BITCCHHHHH!!" 


Whilst perhaps not quite what the Hammersmith crowd were hoping to leave in its wake, it is fair to say that lyrics have lost significance over time..


Where then do we fit the storytellers of the old school era: those who wish to evoke a telling visual picture with the most complex of their songwriting tools: a healthy vocabulary and an appreciation for  poetic style...


Hence my joy and elation is materialising once again as my favourite singer, Australia's answer to the postmodern musical Bard, Darren Hanlon (left) has achieved yet another milestone, his latest musical magnum opus, "I Will Love You at All"*..


For those who enjoy music to serve a wallpaper purpose, quickly tune out those short attention spans and resume youtube trawling, but for those who pine for genuine, attention-grabbing ditties, here is just one couplet exemplary of the genius of Darren "Dazza Hazza" Hanlon:


I finally got around to vacating the nest
But my knowledge of survival was pedestrian at best... 

That is why I regale Dazza and have done so for ten many happy years...It's been a decade since his amazing minimalist compositions jam-packed with lyrical insight and yearning have given me goosebumps and it feels like only yesterday..


So I wish all of those out there who appreciate the art of "cerebral songwriting" a happy anniversary to whomever you have stayed musically committed towards...


don't forget the relationship may experience some problems, but a good musical marriage shall outlive petty quibbles... 


* having slight qualms of grammar with title

Mar 16, 2010

Why ageing rockstars of the yester-year should go to rehab instead

Cryogenic freezing was once only an honour to be bestowed upon our favourite anti-semitic and slightly delusional cartoonist, Walt Disney...


..And even then, it was only one of those long-term urban myths, but why dream about it when we have the technology to do it??


So why not apply such God playing modern miracles towards all these poor, haggard and washed-out musos, whose hay-day pre-dates 25 years as a bare minimum.



Cases in point include: the unexpected release of a new album from the Hoodoo Gurus, and, of course, the busy touring schedule of them grungey rockers that inspired the likes of "Smells like Teen Spirit" and other such hits of the 90's angsty youth, before they were emos...


 I am talking about Pixies (Kim Deal pictured above; Frank Black, below), who are finishing up their "Doolittle" touring extravaganza of Sydney tonight after a three day touring stint in Sydders...

And never will you find two band members placed so strategically far away from one another:Kim occupied the far (far) right of the stage, whereas Frank occupied the opposite end towards the left.

It's no secret that the band cannot stand one another, so my question is: Why bother???

Both Frank Black (aka Black Francis) and Kim Deal, have both arguably achieved moderate corporate success off the back of various side projects...Breeders, anyone???

Now, don't get me wrong, I bought these tickets about a year ago, and eagerly awaited a very fan-friendly set, which included an encore of favs not featured on "Doolittle", such as "Gigantic" and the track that saw a resurgence after that movie about a dead Brad Pitt and a busty Meatloaf, "Where is my mind"...

And I was happier still to have seen them previously about two years ago, when i thought that realistically, I would never be allowed such an opportunity to revel in the bands of my pre-teen revolt...

It is obvious that they're preying on the nostalgia of disgruntled gronks and skanks such as myself - lost and confused in a labyrinthine array of soft (cock) rock and nympho poppets entirely dependent on post-production -

In the past 18 months alone, our fair shores have ultimately been invaded by Coppel-endorsed baby-boomers, like:
- Leonard Cohen
- B-52's (yeah, sure, it was a rock lobster...)
- Brian Eno (and Wilson)
- Toto*
- Tears for Fears
- (an amended) Buena Vista Social Club
- Smashing Pumpkins (or what little does remaineth..)

But the ultimate would have to be the news that riot grrrrl and junkie pin-up, Courtney Love, has crawled back into the studios to release a new Hole album...Dang!!


Might I suggest Betty Ford as the slightly less appealing, but ultimately gratifying long-term solution???


* debatable as to whether Toto ever in fact had a hey-day...

Mar 10, 2010

Why I may end up on tour with Billy Corgan...

So...it was definitely one of the greater disappointments in my life when - after a mighty manhandling effort  to boost my arse over the barricades to ensure the closest look possible - I saw a band for whom I have been passionate about since the tender age of ten, The Smashing Pumpkins...at a festival which I do not wish to inadvertently promote, but starts with V...


Disappointing..How so, Mig, you ungrateful cretin?? you may ponder...Well, it is because, in fact, it was more of a sad exercise in exhibiting Corgan's inflated ego...


In fact, all that represented the "Pumpkins essence", was the former disgraced member, heroin addict, Jimmy Chamberlain... At least I THINK it was his vacant stare meeting the crowd behind the drumkit...


Gone are the amazing factions presented via James Iha and D'arcy, instead replaced by trashy chicks donning display guitars in an effort to plug the 2008 release, Zeitgeist...


And now it's even worse: instead of generously standing aside in order to allow new and emerging musical talent, he publishes a book of poetry and does open callouts for auditioning new members...


So all ye bassists and keyboardists (I wonder whether they're still hunting down a replacement following the death of their previous touring keys player who OD'd on heroin, hence, busting Jimmy in the act..) if you have a shred of talent, proffer your services to the rather sad decline of a band that once rocked my world...


My mellon collie and my sadness, is, indeed, infinite...

Mar 1, 2010

Why our beds will end up burning...

I have always been wary of that spindly limbed, elastic Gumby-like physique projected onto Peter Garrett, and not just cos of his shithouse dancing - which, incidentally resembled "The Monkey" on crack, but cos he's highly questionable..
And this creepy, sinister shadow was cast even BEFORE he sold his tree-huggin soul out to the Federal government, embraced by some indulgent, bullshit ministerial role.
So, Kevin Rudd reasoned:
"he's a rock star and he likes to sing about hardcore greenie type issues, so let's make up this all-encompassing portfolio of, say, the arts and the environment or something...we might need to whack water onto it at some point.."
With a trademark flash of his beady eyes and a recoiling gesture from his play dough wrists, he went about mass destruction...laughing maniacally to himself, he noted to himself one night in front of the bathroom mirror:
"It's just too, too perfect..I mean to cut most of National Music Academy's funding now that I've milked the bloody industry for all it's got...then...oh then, those, bahhh haaaa uranium mines! The irony is almost lyrical, like one of my awesome songs.."
 Then there was that sinister little warning he issued by reuniting with the Oils only to sweat and pant over the yesteryear hit of "Beds are Burning"... at the bushfire relief concert..
I figure that the sick bastard has been plotting national genocide all along, from the day he formed midnight oil..the power and the passion should not be applied to our pink batts in any case..
Well I am glad almost that I suffer in sweaty pools of security knowing that I have no midnight oil in my music collection and no bloody insulation in my roof..
Is this the scary pre-emptive glance into a bleak political future cluttered with homicidal and washed up celebrities, dumb as shit? 
Sorry, this little outburst has stemmed from a bit of prior Pobjie study...click above for reference..
**Let me be explicit in disclaiming this as a JOCULAR blog posting, simply a JOCULAR posting**

Feb 10, 2010

Why you may just skip this one

 Yep, you know it...I am being hell crass and self-indulgent, (yes, ONCE AGAIN, but hey: such is the nature of blogging generally, yeah..?) but am shamelessly parading my audio wares..


As per my show - TUESDAY OVERDRIVE - I am required to provide regular weekly content by way of segments and such..


So here is a glimpse at what shall be declared "regular" by the week

  • 4.30pm: POBJIE'S PISSED: with Ben Pobjie - a satirist
  • 5.15pm: ARTY-FACT
  • 5.30pm: MUSICAL MICROSCOPE (DEBUT AIRS NEXT WEEK!!!!! YEA YEA!!)
In the meantime, if you haven't been keeping, err, well, "regular", get this dosage of audio metamucil into yr soul (like a birdhouse i guess, a la, They Might Be Giants, but not crappppp)

TRACK #1 - Happy, happy birthday...BENNY BOYYYYY...now here's some syphilis
TRACK #2 - The Latest and Greatest in the GAFFA GALLERY
TRACK #3 - Takin' it to the Streets
TRACK #4 - MUSICAL MICROSCOPE: focussing in on the dawning of low-fi
TRACK #5 - How to be an Artistic Persian Feminist


Feb 9, 2010

Why you have to be tuned into Overdrive

Syphilis, street parties, new spaces and new segments


This week on Tuesday Overdrive, the show's title will prove rather apt.with the new year well into the swing of it, all segments are resembling Metamucil-induced regularity...


4.30pm will see me facing off with the Pobs about his latest Podcast episode, Gather Around Me, featuring Cam "Sexenheimer" Smith, as they manage to leave Tony Abbott out of it for at least five minutes whilst quibbling over the "syphilis holocaust"...


Plus from 5.00pm -  ARTY-FACT goes double time as we take back the streets of Newtown with this Saturday's Street Party hosted to celebrate art and music without all those backfiring cars...as I am having a brief chat with the awesomely named, Chris Lego, who is partly claiming the reclaim...

and a catch up with Gaffa Gallery director, Kelly Robson, about the hot new premises - which shall be revealed this Thursday - hosting the years (and the space) debut exhibit FIDELITY... 


If there's time, I shall launch the long-awaited (for me, anyways) segment - MUSICAL MICROSCOPE - but just in case, I'm posting the pilot episode just for you migspace-heads..


107.3FM 4-6PM - 2SER.COM (LIVE STREAM) - TUESDAY OVERDRIVE
xx

Feb 3, 2010

Why we are corporate whores to music industry pimps



Music festivals


Summer hosts a mutlitude of them and I know everyone goes, and most people try and relay enthusiastic reviews to all and sundry, trying to drive them to envy you and admire how cool and rock you are..


But isn't there just like this small, tiny part of you that is just over being one of the great mass of swarming, sweaty human beings; all of whose excretions leave a particularly foul that permeates all around you in the skanky portaloo (a la Kenny... for 12 twelve hours)..


Jan 29, 2010

Why did you bother with the JJJ 100!!???



So, we are all aware of the culture inherent to Australia Day, much akin to that of Cup Day, basically requiring all patriotic participants to get inebriated and carnivorous, quite often, to the background sounds (and betting pool) of the hottest 100...

And, as predictable as this countdown may have become of late, it hardly takes it quite so far as the all important #1 was leaked onto an ABC website way ahead of time....it's all like Mumford and what now?

I feel out of the loop with all hip in musical popularity, but I don't recognise this tune by its title, and I certainly wouldn't have felt in any way vindicated by the crappy pseudo-surprise of getting them to play it live in the studios. This is what happens, j, when you leave important work to the likes of kiddies...even if they are tapping into the slowly declining age demographic..

Oh Mig, so bitter, so obviously seething with envy over a lack of listenership for her own pezzy lil show on Tuesday - and yes this may in part, be true - she has a go at them poor j bangers...yeah well, suck it up, I say, you wouldn't have picked what I had playing on the show...

But fear not, (I tell this to myself more than anyone else...) for here's a nice true blue ocker lookin tape in green n gold so you can enjoy the talks based stuff which doesn't see me in court if I publish it...

ON TUESDAY OVERDRIVE LAST WEEK, AUSTRALIA DAY:
I was reunited with the Pobs as well as catchin up with major success story: Oh Mercy, as they grace our presence for the St. Jerome's Laneway fest...in its new, completely anti-laneway venue of Callan Park!!

Jan 18, 2010

Why Barry Crocker is true blue

Yep, I held the utmost in journalistic honour and prestige recently, when granted an interview spot with the one and only ocker icon that is BARRY CROCKER!! Gracing my Overdrive show slot usually reserved for the likes of (the rather bludgey) Ben Pobjie last Tuesday at 4.30, was the self-dubbed, "Last of the Entertainers" (incidentally the name of the show he was there to plug in the first place) obviously no modest stranger to the likes of self-endorsement...


It was hard to stop the man once he got goin bout his lengthy career - which has spanned over some 4 decades consistently - and all that goes with it: the 33 (yes, count 'em) gold records; the sleazy affairs; the height of the jazz movement and what his alter-ego, BARRY MCKENZIE, would make of our dear PM, Kevin Rudd (incorrectly) quoting him during that infamous "sauce bottle" quote...


So check it out, here's the interview (with a few tactful edits here and there...) and don't forget where we all come from, fair suck of the sav bottle!


Jan 11, 2010

Why Cat Power really is The Greatest!






from Days Like This Festival, January 10, 2010

Jan 8, 2010

Why not, YACHT?



YACHT: Not as in pleasure cruiser, but an acronym: Young Americans Challenging High Technology toured Australia recently off the back of the mystical 2009 album release



See Mystery Lights

Why Peats Ridge Festival was my Skank Nirvana



I may still be picking the dirt out of my toenails but, check it out, I got to go to the spectacular spectacle of all things arty farty, musical, zen and environmentally sustainable - yet, in a refreshingly skankier, un-concdescending, un-preachy Tim Flannery-ish approach - hosted by the glorious Glenworth Valley on the Central Coast over 3 days, concluding in the early hours of the new year...(well, 11am, but that's pretty rough post NYE...)

Oct 26, 2008

Why I had a SHOCK!-er

Cos I interviewed general manager of the Australian branch of the world's largest indie record label, Shock! That's all really...

THE LOVE AFFAIR OF CLIVE HODSON’S LIFE

Clive Hodson, the managing director of Shock Records, has a secret, albeit, inanimate lover. For music is not just a passion or even the catalyst for a successful career to Hodson, but a lifelong romantic pursuit.

Hodson has wooed the music industry like a coy lover. Indeed, when he speaks of what he does, recounting the past thirty odd years, a quiet passion enters his voice.

“People like the touch and feel of records.” He says with the slightest quiver in his voice, as though being spiritually caressed by the latest Long Player off the press.

Born and raised in Perth, Hodson started off in music by trekking around in the Tarago touring with his band, which he still professes to miss. However, his choice of instrument sealed his fate as a potential rock star.

“Being a horn player, I was the first guy in the band to get turfed,” says Hodson. “If you play guitar or drums you have a chance, but unless no one really does that horn playing type of thing.”

“You’ve got to know where your strengths are. And I was a good musician, but I wasn’t a great musician, I did it for around ten years, so it took a while for that reality to dawn on me.”

With this insight in tow, Hodson couldn’t still his inherent passion for all things musical. In 1979 he started managing the record label, Phonogram (eventually to be renamed as PolyGram).

It was a momentous day when Hodson had finally confirmed a recording deal with his first band.

“It was the Eurogliders and that was for an album, Pink Superblue Day, which was their first album,” Hodson recalls. “They were a Perth band and I sort of met them and started courting them when I was in Perth. But I was going back and forth from Sydney to Melbourne the entire time I was director with PolyGram so it was a bit hectic for me to pin them down.”

Tenacity was required in order to win them over, nothing would deter the eager suitor in his attempt to cement this musical partnership.

“I met up with Brian Peacock, the manager of the band in Melbourne, and I chased him into a toilet and made my intentions clear until eventually, he let me have my way.”

Ultimately, the marriage was a happy one. “A fantastic debut album, and of course, they had quite a lot of success,” he says, unable to contain the note of pride over his firstborn.

Ten years followed and Hodson wanted to further his advances toward musical courtship. In 1989, he ended his relations with PolyGram to set up his own business in artist management and business consulting.

“But it appeared that PolyGram still had me in their sights, I was back there within two years, I took on a sales and marketing role in both Mercury Records Classics and Jazz division, before a new division formed called PolyMedia.”

Hodson remained faithful to PolyMedia until 1999, when a merger with Universal records spelled out Hodson’s redundancy.

The path to true love never did run smoothly.

“A low time,” he recounts, eyes downcast in memory of this former relationship. “But for me timing is everything. I’ve had a very lucky life. Whether it’s been orchestrated or it’s been orchestrated by me, the timing has always been right.”

And straightaway it happened, with Hodson again, exercising his tenacity and continuing in his attempt to settle down in the music industry. After starting a new company, Consultainment, he initiated a live venue space at the Rocks in Sydney and received major backing from Sony Entertainment to establish a music industry coaching plan.

Not that Hodson has much of an interest in the mainstream. As head of ABC music overseeing commercial exploitation from 2002, he – somewhat regretfully - left in 2006 to take over Shock - the country’s largest independent record label.

“It was forced upon me to a certain degree,” he says. “I’d spent five years at the ABC and they were going through quite a big transition – in that they were really looking at whether they wanted to be commercial.”

Pausing reflectively, he says enthusiastically: “The fortunate part about Shock is that it, like myself, is fiercely independent and therefore it can shape it own destiny. I think this might be it for me. I’m in it for the long haul now.”

Challenges to Hodson’s livelihood are presented daily by the influx of peer to peer music file sharing, leaving the record industry to plummet over the last decade or so.

Hodson shrugs this off, instead rising to the challenge. “I think that YouTube and MySpace have been fantastic for independent bands and Shock are very much giving an opportunity for these bands to have a physical presence in the marketplace.”

He also has a handy resource. “I have a great teacher in my youngest son. He keeps me up to date with what’s happening on myspace, he almost acts as a researcher for me,” he says.

There are times, however, that Hodson turns off the CD player and indulges in an occasional dalliance with another artistic body.

“Me and my son love to talk about books together,” he says with a smile. “He reads them online though, whereas I still remain old-fashioned in that respect.”

Sep 6, 2008

Why Opera is the New Hip Hop

Well, it's not really, but one should always remain speculative and controversial, now read my feature!!!

HIP TO B SHARP – OPERA’S GRAND CRESCENDO –

An oversized hairy man stands astride the stage, his legs spread apart, arms stretched out towards the heavens. He opens his mouth to bellow out that first resonant note in an unfamiliar tongue. Not exactly a My Chemical Romance gig.

While it may be assumed that the word “soap” would be a necessary prefix in order for it to appeal to Gen Y, opera has started to ascertain a distinctive presence on the radar of cool.

“The data shows that a lot of people start attending the opera when they’re quite young,” says Opera Australia’s Emma Williams.

You wouldn’t be blamed for believing that the opera was only for the blue bloods: conjuring up images of fur stoles and tuxedos milling around outside the Opera House en masse, an air of superiority and overpowering perfume surrounding them.

Making opera more palatable is certainly an issue when it comes to making it popular. Recognising this, the Pacific Opera Company was founded in 2002 to break down existing barriers between young opera performers and audiences.

“We do student concession tickets for $45, that’s the most affordable opera around!” boasts the Company’s director, Julie Taylor. “”and we go out to the Western suburbs and people come who have never been before.”

Pacific Opera also took on one of opera’s fundamental challenges when it comes to remaining in the cultural loop: the language.

“We sing in English – always,” Taylor explains, which is beneficial not only for the audience, who: “absolutely love the immediacy of the laughs and they get the story.”; but also for the performers “to allow them to concentrate on the development of their singing.”

Recent controversy has surrounded the Sydney opera community of late, involving celebrated mezzosoprano, Fiona Janes and Opera Australia director, Richard Hickox. One of the issues raised by Janes in her seven page letter was that the performers being selected for roles were too young.

A somewhat grandiose statement, in Taylor’s opinion. “Young people either don’t get a role at all or they get put in the chorus...there are not enough performances in Australia for novice opera singers and young people have to go overseas.”

Taylor, is proud to boast of one of their fundamental principles, “to provide opportunities for professional development for emerging young artists here in Australia.” Here she executes the dramatic pause effortlessly: “to ensure the future of opera”

Pacific Opera makes a point of casting young people in principal roles, but offer them the assistance of a mentor, consisting of their Council of Patrons, which boasts names such as Yvonne Kenny.


Furthermore, in a continuing effort to “make the opera accessible to everyone”, Taylor along with celebrated music teacher, Susan Deas started a regular Sunday Adult Education Course entitled, Opera Unzipped.

“She and I came up with this course that was just a Sunday afternoon of opera appreciation with champagne on arrival,” says Taylor.

Like Taylor, Deas aims through her continuing education course in opera appreciation to acquaint people with opera "in language non-musicians can understand, demystifying the basics”

So what type of people show up? “All sorts of people come to the classes,” says Deas, a lecturer of Continuing Education programs that include “A Beginner’s Guide to Opera”, as well as organist, music teacher and general opera enthusiast. (“I don’t know what keeps the passion alive for it, but it’s still there…”)

Without the offer of champagne on arrival, getting young people into opera appreciation, according to Taylor, it’s about “dumbing it down”, introducing it gently.

“We do some high school education programs in collaboration with the Blacktown Arts Centre,” she says. “We had this guy in the corner with these big dreadlocks and he was saying ‘right – she likes him, but he doesn’t like her’ and we had this group of 600 kids becoming more and more engaged.”

Surprising at all? “Well some had never even heard a tenor voice before and they just go, ‘oooohhh…’ Certainly young people are when they experience these things for the first time, more likely to be opera goers when they’re older.”

According to Williams, lifestyle has a major impact on the attendance rates.

“It’s quite interesting…They get into the opera via student tickets and remain there through their twenties,” she says of the Opera Australia demographic. “When career, mortgage, family, etc take priority, they stop attending in their 30’s, early 40’s and then start coming back to the opera…once these financial and time constraints are removed.”

In her letter of complaint, Janes also outlined a decline in Opera Australia’s repertoire.

Williams believes that the influence in audience attendance is “primarily repertoire.” Fundamentally, the program is designed to feature the “More popular operas – operas performed by Puccini and Mozart normally have a larger number of attendees”

She labels operas by the likes of Handel, or any opera from the Baroque era as strictly for what she dubs, “the opera purists”.

The Pacific Opera Company don’t subscribe to notions of purity. “We started out doing the standard repertoire, but this year we are doing lesser known works by good quality people.” Says Taylor.

However, while the approaches of Opera Australia and the Pacific Opera Company may differ somewhat, the most beloved of all the operas seems universal.

“Madame Butterfly,” says Williams. “It’s one of our most beautiful and successful operas, and in fact it’s going to be on again in our 2009 season…it’s one of the operas that come back again and again because they are so loved by their audience.”

Agrees Taylor: “the more emotionally tragic like Madame Butterfly really gets to people: it’s got everything – betrayal, lust, murder.”

So in spite of the public furore surrounding Opera Australia, in what media have dubbed a “bunfight”, how much of a presence does opera have in the Sydney arts community?

“In the words of a great blind singer ‘opera is the paradise of music’,” intones Taylor. “We’re offering people cultural variety, so I think that we contribute quite fundamentally.”

Williams agrees, citing last year’s Opera Australia attendance figures: “In total, including all the performances in Sydney and Melbourne plus that from our Oz Opera touring company, it was 447 000.”

So, will the youth carry on the opera-going tradition well into the future? This time, it seems that it’s only over when (or if) the fat lady stops singing.

Why I Hate Bass Players

The Bass Complex

If you're a guy and you play bass guitar, then you can frankly bugger off, cos more than likely you are furtively donning a massive bass complex - i.e. musical insecurities trying to be disguised through arrogance and egotism: both personally and musically...

He can never keep in tune “Your guitar needs tuning,” I might say to the lame-arse guitarist, not really aware if it was the bass, or indeed, the player himself.

“I have no concept of pitch,” he would reply, though not in so many words. I snort aloud at the thought of him so openly admitting to any of his weaknesses. Especially musical weakness, although he’s never even played a scale in his life.

His frustrated attempts to tune a guitar against his tone-deaf ear tells me what his words never will… The result of his tuning efforts only ever become more strained and raspy than before.

But it was his own fault really. He would always try to jam along with the likes of Angus Young, Trent Reznor, Syd Barrett. Blasphemous, really, for a bass palyer to assume himself in such a high regard…especially one of his calibre.

It happens to the youngest child. Those once hampered with an Oedipal complex and no idea of how to act upon it, they start to play the bass guitar.

How many bass guitarists could you name? In all seriousness, they’re the Kris Novoselic’s of the world. And if you haven’t heard of him, then my point is even further proven: i.e: he’s the only dude from Nirvana with no obvious acclaim (albeit, a lot of bucks..) But they want it so much more...

The bass players are always the ones who want the tiring rounds of publicity and in their live attempts to elbow their way to the spotlight centre, right in the thrust of the frontman, further attempt to ascertain their musical genius. And yet they can't even play a simple chord...

Ah, the bass complex. Yes boys, your penis's may be very large, but you still can’t play music for shit. Perhaps you should just whip out your dick onstage and blow the audience away in the more literal sense.

May 24, 2008

Why I HAVE to Start a Right-Wing Hip-Hop Crew

So, I saw that crap-arse video clip on "Rage" in the wee hours of the morning, something along the lines of: "From Little Things, Big Things Grow"...Not only did it feature the revoltingly emphatic lefties such as Missy Higgins and my all time favourite "indie artist", John Butler...

Australian music lovers alike, this is seriously uncool...Now that K. Rudd (or, as I like to call him, Krudd) is in power, what are the likes of The Herd et.al going to rap about? The government's in a state of relative peace...I mean, sure, we're pissed about petrol prices and puny pensions, but generally, all is amazingly cruisy, governmentally speaking.

That's why I need to take over the hip hop world and do tracks such as, "Do you want Fries with your Whale Burger?" and "The Howard Lament" just to even up the balance and stuff...I mean, what, with Bush almost out, and the potential of a black president arising, what will rap stars have to complain about???

Apr 22, 2008

Why The Presets hate my guts...


I just want to say, sorry Kim, I was so bloody hungover that day...but no excuse, it was the WORST bloody interview I've ever done, and I love these guys so much, though thankfully not as much as Cut Copy, and they're also heaps better looking than old Kim and Jules...

WARNING: If ever you interview an electro-pop muso (oh sorry, "artist") don't tarnish their egos by implying that it's all just about laptop pop


PRE-SETTLED

“Are you asking me out on a date?” asks an incredulous, Kim Moyes of The Presets, at one point in the conversation we’re having about the guys’ new album, Apocalypso.

I would certainly be lucky to get a night out with one half of the latest “it” bands, as these hard-working lads seem to be doing a gig practically every night. What, with shows jam packed from here to overseas and more to follow throughout the year, it doesn’t seem a date would be able to fit in the diary.

“We are exclusive Qantas Club members,” he agrees of his extensive schedule. “we kept getting offered festivals, tour supports and gigs and stuff.”
It’s obviously paid off, with the guys becoming somewhat of a hit across the shores.
“It’s going sort of well over there,” Moyes modestly concedes. “the album’s going to be brought out in the States and then the UK and Europe.”

Apocalypso is the highly anticipated follow up to The Presets’ debut, Beams, and is very much characteristic of their previous release of catchy ballads noir.
“We’re a pretty intense couple of dudes, we’re a pretty dark band” says Moyes of their style. But still: “we’ve always made music to party to.”

From their debut into the musical world with such hits as, “Girl and the Sea” and “Are You the One” (“That’s kind of an ironic question, cos there is no one, just lots of potentials…”) the guys look set to follow up their previous successes with their latest release.
From their latest ambient single, “This Boy’s In Love”, to others such as “Kicking and Screaming”, the album encapsulates what is now recognised as The Presets unique sound.
“People would get too much of a shock if they buy the record and discover four golden country greats.”

So after gaining a familiar sound, and a strong following, Moyes and fellow bandmate, Julian Hamilton have worked out the winning formulae to success, and drive this outward confidence forward in Apocalypso.

“We’ve sort of worked on the idea that we had a couple of years ago and sharpened them up.” Moyes says of their new musical insight. “Certainly after touring and playing in front of people for a couple of years, you get a really strong sense of what works and what doesn’t work in front of a crowd and that informs the way you write your music.”

Having been touring with the likes of Duran Duran and Queens of the Stone Age during the V Festival, the stellar lineup sounds like it would be most artists (not to mention fans) wet dream.
Moyes, however, remains one cool customer. “I don’t have any great desires to play with anyone. They’re just a bunch of old bands.”

When pressed for gossip, he is dismissive, admitting that they’re just not the band for after parties anymore. “When I do a festival or a gig, I get there an hour before I have to play and then just leave straight away.” Says Moyes. “We just do it so much and have been for such a long time that now all we want to do is just get home and go to sleep.”

And therein lies some of the reluctance felt by Moyes in this embarkment into mass celebrity.
“We’ve definitely worked very hard for all of this, and then its like: ‘how the fuck did this all happen?’” he admits. “Why did we want this? At the time it seemed like such a great idea and now all I can think about is dinner and sleeping.”

Further dispelling the myth around rock stardom he adds: “I thought it was going to be drugs and girls and parties and champagne and expensive cars, but all it is is perpetual tiredness and constant hunger”

This may ultimately be the price that must be paid when you life mainly revolves around touring but it’s still about the music, and the show must go on, even for the fatigued.

“Now our album’s out we go into rehearsals for a couple of weeks, then we go to the States in June; then we come back and do a big album tour around Australia, then probably back overseas to do a bunch of festivals we’ve been offered…” On and on he lists their up and coming plans for the year, yet there is definite excitement in his voice in the prospect of introducing the world to Apocalypso.

“There’s something on there for all situations in people’s lives. I hope people take it on and have a really good time with it.”

And if Moyes’ anticipation is anything to go by, Apocalypso will be the album that transcends time, even being a catalyst in the creation of history.
“I hope they can look back in a few years when they’ve got kids and they can go through their collection and go ‘wow what’s this great record, who’s this?’ And they can go, ‘well this is The Presets, this is how I met your father.’”

Told you so (and judge yourself by the photo)... guess what? we never got round to that date...

Why I'm Just Like Bono....


After attending the extravaganza that was U23D at the overhyped IMAX theatre in tacky Darling Harbour (can you sense the resentment I was already facing..?) I was told that I'm the Bono reincarnate...Well hey, those 3D glasses are pretty cool...

I wouldn't usually pay $25 to get in anywhere (the music world is nothing but capital scum, nowadays, but that's a whole new post altogether! And yet, here I was, paying this very amount to, essentially see a movie...

When it got to the stage where Bono's wearing a stupid bandana with nonsensical letters and crude religious symbols (you WISH you were a jew, mate...) i was inwardly groaning...when the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was slowly and robotical;ly being recited I inwardly hurled up my entire overpriced QVB meal...

There was one stage during the "gig" where Bono grabs a fellow U2er (The Edge, maybe?) and plants a smacking big kiss on his lips...now, the homophobics out of the hundreds who attended couldn't really stand the sight of this (especially not in 3D) and an audible gasp escaped them...I was hoping that this was more of a godfather kind of way, as in a perhaps untimely ending (or maybe a horse head under Bono's silken sheets..)

But this isn't some gasbagging rant on how much i hate bono, or U23D (although i do and did..), it's about my supreme likeness to said frontman...

It's all embedded in another GLORIA JEAN'S scandal...and you thought their support of Hillsong and Mercy Ministries was the extent of it...well actually it's pretty commonplace now: it seems that most major coffee franchises now do remote communities in the likes of PNG and Tibet out of business with their importation of crud beans (a scandal in itself..)

So by the end of the night, my friend (no names, let's just call her, G-Banger) floating in an ethereal cloud of U2 bliss (but I think even the Human Rights stuff was a bit much for her) she proposes a coffee at none other than evil GLORIA JEAN'S, to which I must explain my objections.

At this, her eyes lit up:

"Migs!" she cried in delight. "You're just like Bono"

I'm ready for the kiss of death...