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NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE: AN AUSTRALIAN AT FORWARDS FESTIVAL
Exploring the differences between Australian and English music festivals.
GOD SAVE OUR SPLENDOUR
A comprehensive look into the endangerment of Australian music festivals.
IN REVIEW: PRETTY GIRL - THE PEOPLES PRINCESS
Millie and her camera venture into Brisbanes rave scene.
WE ALL HAVE STICKY FINGERS
Sydney band Sticky Fingers have, undeniably, made a lasting impact on the Australian music scene. Their music is loved both at home and internationally, with tours continuously being sold out through England and Europe. Over the course of their career, they’ve released five…
IN REVIEW: THE WORLD IS A VAMPIRE TOUR
Billy Corgan, Pleather, Beers, Orthopedic Shoes & QLD Sun - this show had it all !
THE LOST INTIMACY OF LIVE PERFORMANCE // STELLA DONNELLY
Through the festoon lit windows of ‘The Picture House’ on a grey skied Thursday, locals bled into the cosy hall in Brunswick Heads awaiting the Freemantle based artist to walk out. Following her hometown support act, Mia June, who first graced the stage, the room was filled with glowing energy as Stella Donnelly walked on stage.
MATTY HEALY: ROCKSTAR OR DICKHEAD?
Is Matty Healy of the 1975 today's ultimate Rockstar? Or is he just another nepotistic pop fad in the ever churning musical industry?
WHO THE F**K ARE THE ARCTIC MONKEYS// BRISBANE SHOW
Sheffield export Arctic Monkeys have returned to Australia for the eighth time, set to perform a string of shows across the country as a part of a tour celebrating their seventh studio album, ‘The Car’. Next to 10,000 young and old piled into Brisbane’s Riverstage on Wednesday night to battle for the best spot to get a glimpse of the ever alluring Alex Turner, along with his musical Droogs Nick O’Malley, Jaime Cook and Matthew Helders.
IN REVIEW: GOLD COAST CARNAGE // NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS
A crowd adorned in their Sunday best piled into the Gold Coast Convention center, ready to be led to redemption on a wayward Saturday night. I was not sold on the venue due to the corporate nature that comes with a place that typically shares its walls with wedding exhibitions and high school formals, but I suppose salvation isn’t situational and I was eager to be proven wrong. A unique sort of sombreness ran through the crowd as they busied themselves in the hazy lobby beforehand, making small talk with long lost friends and washing down their impatience with overpriced beer as they anxiously awaited to meet their maker.
THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLIES
“ I’m starting to think the music is dead.”
A bold proclamation that followed a series of substandard nights out on arrival into London. I wasn’t quite sure what I was expecting, but I knew it wasn’t this; this being a mixture of bars that themed themselves ‘metal’ or ‘punk’, full to the brim of poseurs and rich kids desperately trying to pass themselves off as poor kids to fit the motif.