Music commentary mixed with satirical absurdity.
Well, it’s been two years to the day since we all did our level best to save Australia’s live music scene. I think we can all breath a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge we can all head out together tonight and enjoy some great live music courtesy of the following bands and artists…
It’s a sunny Thursday afternoon on Sydney Rd with Jordan White, Patrick Lee Holcombe and Caity Fowler of Melbourne’s hotly-tipped indie collective, Playwrite. Thanks to their formidable live shows, the band have stirred a burgeoning word-of-mouth buzz, commanding comparisons to the likes of Arcade Fire, Sufjan Stevens and TV On The Radio. Though an especially
I’m not sure why I signed myself up to review Taio Cruz’ third album. Only a fortnight earlier, I had concocted a formidable stretch of satire, a lengthy piece devised to denounce its hit-single Hangover. I suppose, deep down, I wanted to believe Cruz had better in store for me. I needed to believe it.
As I stood with a friend outside the Palais Theatre, its musty scent floating out into the street upon the cool sea breeze, a taste of Fleet Foxes’ baroque-pop expertise drew ever-nearer. I watched as Luna Park’s rollercoaster made another lap, rattling through its peaks and troughs. “I’m not a ‘ride’ person, but I reckon
Nick Mason is a music journalist. He lives his life by a collection of principles as dictated by pop music past and present. These are the digital incarnations his diary entries. Tuesday, December 13th I can distinctly recall my initial acquaintance with Taio Cruz’ ruthless dance floor anthem Hangover. It was only this morning that
My name is Nick Mason and I am a music journalist based in Melbourne. For the longest time, my expertise has involved conducting interviews with bands and artists and producing reviews of the work. Through this new series, I seek to explore brand new pastures and flex a few creative muscles, abandoning star-ratings and press
