We all remember The Bee Gees. Windblown locks with a golden sheen.
They say you learn something new every day. Today I learnt that in the fifties a male hooker was called…
When we catch up with Fin from Fink he has just finished touring with Gomez.
Danimals sound like peanut butter with sherbet sparkles. Their looped tunes are twinkly and smooth, reminding me of Play School…
“Alright boys, wake him up. Slap him around a little. Let’s have a little chat with Doubleclick here.
“That doesn’t even look real!” I cry as an 8-bit pterodactyl batters me off a precipice.
Becky Freeman has a lovely voice.
After their barnstorming 2006 debut, Orchestra of Wolves, Gallows are predicting the end of the world
Cue Johann Strauss as we leisurely float past hoards of glistening stars occasionally interrupted by a hurtling meteor
Entering Oberfjord Gymnasium in Bergen Norway it’s very easy to spot Datarock’s Fredrik Saroea.
Some people have all the luck.
NASA’s Sam “Squeak E. Clean” Spiegel is a busy man.
“Do I feel like taking a shit when I’m onstage?” Brooklyn’s king of death rap Necro asks me.
In a time where most bands sound like some unholy marriage of The Smiths
“We haven’t really gotten underway yet,” Grizzly Bear singer and drummer Christopher Bear tells me.
Originally from the Gold Coast, Rapids have made Sydney their second home.
“I was christened Spiky T, by my parents, like Frank Zappa in that respect.”