2012 Gigs: Too Many To Blog (A LIST)

If you're about to start uni and need something to procrastinate with during lectures or study etc. then this is the post for you! It is long, with lots of hopefully not boring anecdotes, about the gigs that occurred in 2012 that I have not blogged for you, and would like to just snapshot for you, now, here, today. It's one omission is Radiohead, which deserves its own post, and maybe a gif of me kissing Thom Yorke's lazy eye repeatedly in gratitude and fanatical obsession. But here it is, all the gigs I saw last year for your reading pleasure, plus some other experiences of note. It was a pretty amazing year for gigs, I have to say, and I am very appreciative of being able to see the cream of the crop. 2013 is shaping up to contain some memorable moments as well, and I hope I can get to as many as possible. No longer sharehousing however = not as many dollars in my pockets. But we'll see. Here's to a late but hopefully great list!

Ashley Naylor of Even

Even and the Fauves, The Zoo, Saturday 7th of July

The Fauves

I was a tired and cranky bitch for this gig, but had paid my money and was going to see all the bands. The Fauves and Even are both Melbourne bands who are still kicking along since their mid to late 90's heyday, in which I was a young radio listening fan. How good that they would tour together at the Zoo for my reminiscent pleasure! The Fauves were the opener, and played an extremely energetic, solid set. There were none of their slightly gimmicky pop song favourites such as "Dogs Are the Best People", "Bigger than Tina" or "Surf City Limits", that I remembered best. This was probably not a shame really, as it gave way for their more impressive creative and heavier moments. "Celebrate the Failure" and "The Charles Atlas Way" was thrown in for Triple J friendly measure. Even was next, and their lead singer Ashley Naylor won the crowd with his enthusiasm and charming nature, playing just as solidly as the Fauves. While I was pleased to hear tokens "Black Umbrella" and "Shining Star", I was pretty enthralled with the whole thing, as they bring that slightly Beatles-ish catch to all their songs, and remind you what a good asset to Australian music history they are. People need to remember these bands more! It should have been a sold out show that night, and wasn't.

Bright young chaps.

Herman's Hermits, Sherwood RSL, Sunday 2nd September (Father's Day!) 

It's not often you get to see a 1960's British pop group for $33 in the comfort of your parent's local RSL. But I did, father's day 2012, after completing the Bridge to Brisbane 5km run in 31 minutes 57 seconds (1 second longer than the year previous), and feasting on Sherwood RSL's fathers day buffet. This also happened after we had the world's oldest and worst jokes told to us by some old bloke as pre-show entertainment. During his jokes,I went through the wrong door for the bathroom, and promptly bumped into a Hermit, who looked a bit stunned and pointed me the right way. We learnt that they weren't really the original band, in fact only one of the musicians were there from the beginning (Barry Whitwam), but that didn't spoil the music, which was very well executed in such a weird setting. I also may have got a shout out when one of the band members said "A young lady walked into our dressing room earlier- but we haven't had groupies for years!" ... Oh god. They performed, smiling and blissed out to be there, not phased by the dining room venue, 4.15pm commencement time, and upper middle class aging audience, minus me and some hangers on. They did so many songs I recognised without having realised they were them, as well as a few cover medleys of songs around their time. The show became a really nice history lesson on the 60's, as well as a realisation that there were other bands besides all the The's - Beatles, Kinks, Who and Stones... and these guys were in the forefront. Well worth it. Also if you need a cheap drink and don't care where you are, RSL's are the shit, especially if your dad is a member.

Dexy's: Runnin'.

 Harvest Festival (Sunday 18th November, Brisbane Botanic Gardens)

John McCrea: Champion of the world

2012's Harvest weekend will always go down in history as a hugely memorable day, for many reasons. I'd just moved in with my boyfriend Tiptoes, in a beautiful house in Bardon (whee!), my friend was staying with us for the weekend amongst our moving of shit, and the weather was abso-fucking-lutely raging in freak hailstorm season. We all went along with tired but high spirits, and caught some of the best of what was on offer. Dexy's Midnight Runners were so cheesy it was sickening, but were clearly having a good time, and everyone danced to "Come On Eileen" no matter who or where they were. Dandy Warhols oddly didn't really suit the festival vibe as I expected, and choosing to play slowburners like "Good Morning" and "Godless" (while favourites of mine) probably didn't help get the crowd going. I still enjoyed them because I always will, but my group was bored. Liars were kind of weird and dark and brooding and slow, and I wasn't too enthralled, but may have been in a different context. Cake was fun and solid while they opened with "Frank Sinatra" and played "Never There" and ended with the "Distance". Lead singer John McCrea however ruined the fun by shouting at us all sorts of political statements more relevant to the US than here, during and in between songs. After I'd secured a great spot for Ben Folds Five, it was announced we were all to evacuate due to a hail storm and the entire festival found shelter at the QUT grounds, while bits of ice thundered down upon us. It felt apocalyptically weird! Only about an hour or so was lost however, and the show went on, except that I had to miss bits of both Ben Folds Five and Beck due to the new timing. 

Ben Folds Five

BFF were great, I have to say, although having seen Ben enough times solo, my focus was on drummer Darren and bassist Robert, who are fantastic musicians. It was amazing to share the experience with another once (or still) obsessed fan too, and to sing along with old favourites. But I had to scurry over to Beck, who was SO much fun. He played a weird amazing group of songs, lots from later albums 'Guero' 'The Information' and 'Modern Guilt', but also some gems from 'Seachange', and 'Odelay' favourites "Hotwax" (omg!), "Devils Haircut" and "Where It's At". Tiptoes and I danced our little hearts out. Beck had a weird, lazy, fun presence, so much better than his disappointing sickly presence at V festival in 2006 when last I'd saw him. 
The show wasn't over though, even though I was ready to go home, and we caught a captivating set of gorgeous melodies from Grizzly Bear, a bit of Crazy P, and most of Santigold's energetic, dancetastic set, which made me fall a bit in love with her. Then we walked around for half an hour to get a cab and collapsed forever. Another great year Harvest! Please be as promising this year.  

J Spaceman: photo by captainsdead.com

Spiritualized, Hi Fi Bar, Tuesday 4th December

This show crept up on me, on an exhausting day involving a massive heatwave, and I wasn't sure how I was going to enjoy it in the state I was in. Luckily it was the perfect kind of gig for such a mood. At a low capacity Hi Fi, Jason "J Spaceman" Pierce, was seated comfortably at his piano and/or guitar, with his other sombre band members astride, and a couple of backing singing ladies, supported by a projection of all sorts of Windows Screensaver-esque visuals. Together with the music, this set up created a very soothing, moving experience, gently rocking me into a peaceful state. Jason's voice was not much stronger than on the latest record (see my previous entry!), but it was forgiven as you contemplate what the dude has been through... years of drug and alcohol abuse, becoming critically ill with pneumonia (he stopped breathing twice) in 2005, and now being diagnosed with liver cancer and going through chemotherapy... a weaker voice seems fitting. Regardless, his presence and musical energy was strong, and the songs flowed freely. The sound grew better with the gig (or my ears adjusted?), from the seemingly distorted first song, "Here It Comes", on to a selection mostly from 'Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space' and the latest 'Sweet Heart, Sweet Light'. I enjoyed every moment, my highlight being the tug-at-heartstrings title track to 'Ladies and Gentleman', an ode to either drugs or love... transcribed oddly, but well to the live experience. 

Grimes + Dancers

Grimes, The Zoo, Friday 8th December

I have never seen so many young girls with hairs in high bunches, untweezed eyebrows, and bindies all over their forehead. Grimes played her hotly anticipated show at the Zoo, and i got to see what all the fuss was about... well I already knew, her album Visions is an exquisitely catchy piece of music, and worth the 40+ dollars. I was there with my sister and her friends, her first 18+ show since turning said age, which was to me an exciting achievement. I've never felt as old as i did this night, not only surrounded by teenagers I knew but those I did not. Since when did they get so damn cool? Why wasn't I that cool? What do you talk about with them these days? Ahh, youths. Anyway Lady Grimes (aka Claire Boucher) performed like the giddy school girls who adore her, giggly, bashful and babbling, and chuffed as anything to be there, flanked by dancers sharing her craziness. I couldn't understand a word she said or sang but the music was replicated wonderfully, and I felt like one of the kids in Skins for a few seconds if I tried not to remember what I looked like or who I was.

Devo: photo by Cam Ball

Simple Minds, Devo, The Church, The Models, Sirromet Winery, Sunday 9th December
(this was a loooooong week.)

The Church: photo by Cam Ball

I didn't think I would want to ever listen to Whip It again, due to having to sing it through, twice, at work, by a well meaning but mortifying team leader.... But once Devo came round at Sirromet, I was keen to see them in their ageing glory. We were a bit late for the event (yeah that was my fault) and had an awkward spot on the hill, but got to experience everything quite easily nonetheless. I only recognized a few songs by the Models, who seemed to play well but I did find to be a slight bore. The Church were more entertaining, playing strongly and replicating their hits with the passion of a younger band. It may just be that I'm a bigger fan though, as their presence really wasn't as strong as Devo's, who pretty much obliterated the festival, with costumes, video art, dance moves, and pure energy bouncing off the hills. As my family (naturally) agreed, lyrics were never their strong point, but goddamn Devo were, and still are, a fun band, without being the type of annoying that fun bands are resigned to these days. After expected classics such as "Girl U Want" "Whip It" (of course), and "Mongoloid", they ended on an extended version of "It's A Beautiful World" (or so it felt), with that weird baby faced masked boy thing singing the words. It was odd that Simple Minds closed, as they were by far inferior, with the lead singer hardly singing his words (leaving it to the crowd which is always a mistake), and the bands performance being solid but hardly excitable. It's hard to top the excitement of Devo, and after Simple Minds' signature "Don't You (Forget About Me)" we left to get a head start home.


OTHER THINGS I SAW

I went to Rockwiz for the.. third?? time, on Friday the 21st of September at the Convention Centre, which was of course laughs and music and the usual shebang. Bob Evans, Tex Perkins, Joe Camilleri, Vika, Linda, Marcia, even the guy from Even (Ashley). One day, one day.. I'll put my hand up to be a contestant on one of their tours. I could do it, I reckon, until they start asking about Dragon or Jo Jo Zep or even the Beegees... Hmm on second thoughts, I'm still too shy.

Exit? Yes please

I got practically dragged to Stereosonic on the 2nd of December thanks to a friend who works for a will-not-be-named company who gets free tickets to events so that she can check on music distribution licences (in a nutshell?). At the time I was like, a free ticket, why not! But as the day approached and I was unwell, it was the last place I wanted to be. I tried to enjoy myself during some of the dj sets (being most of the 'shows' on offer), but my god was it difficult to enjoy the same shitty, repetitive, blasting music shoved in my ears all day. Luckily my friend wasn't too fussed either, otherwise I would have been the worst company imaginable. Calvin Harris wasn't terrible, but I can kind of appreciate some of his things. Everything else was boring. I was gone before Major Lazer came out, which was probably the only thing that I would have really wanted to see. At least I can say I've been to a really shit music festival that the masses think is excellent.

Casey and Eric

Finally TIM AND ERIC came to the Tivoli on the 4th of October and it was a wonderful time. It wasn't what I expected however... sketches that we kinda had seen before (involving Casey Tatum, Spaghett!, and the Beaver Boys), interspersed with projections of favourite sketches, which the audience got to choose based on the loudness of cheering/clapping. It also seemed like a legit measure! The entire segments of "Just 3 Boys" was also shown to the audience via videoscreen. I thought using video footage was a bit of an easy move and not what we paid money for, but it was fun to watch as a group of fans of this fucked up show, and I will say there was some very interesting looking people in the crowd who will vouch for that. Also, an opening song consisting only of the words "Diarrhea", finishing tribute to Australia, and an encore involving a quiz of the show between 3 audience couples, made it all quite memorable. Also DJ DouggPound had some awesomely terrible opening jokes to kick it off. Follow him on twitter, now. Now Doug get off the track! STICK A FORK IN ME I'M DONE!

Oh my Blog! 2012 is Over!

Well, this is awkward.

It's been a ridiculously busy year of lots of things happening, since August 2012 at least when I last spoke to the internets world. I thought I'd have a few spare moments to blog while on the christmas holiday break, but   it was over in a flash and I've only just had the chance to sit down now, after I've been back at work for 3 days already. And so much has happened! Which means I've had some re-assessing to do as to the future of this blog, for if I'm going to let it go for 4 months then I need to find some way to do better. It may just turn into a blog for lots of general stuff... I may blog about gigs, albums, movies, books, things that are on my mind grapes, TV shows, dinner and drinking destinations, sports (ahahahah oh god no, that's not going to happen), politics (watch out Campby), health, psychology. Or it may stay the way it is! Who knows! It's like a kinder surprise!

Nonetheless, I do want to do a round up of all the gigs I went to after my Campbell rant, and also pay very special attention to Radiohead's two (2) shows I went to on their australia tour, because they could literally be the best live show in the universe and best band in the history of the universe. I am kidding, but only half. 

For now though, I thought I'd let you know what my favourite albums and songs were of 2012. 2012 was a pretty shit year for music if you ask me, with not many real standouts that wowed everyone, and lots of established bands having to attempt to top their last awesome release. Not a lot grabbed me and as a result, this is a rather mediocre list. I don't even know if I'm going to vote for the Triple J Hottest 100 yet!! Considering I've managed to vote every year since I was like, 12, this is significant stuff in the life of Steph. 

Ok so here goes. In no particular order 'cause I can't pick a number 1:

Tame Impala's "Lonerism" was a hit for pretty much everyone- Triple J, 4ZZZ, Nova, Pitchfork, my family, every man and his bloomin' dog. For great reason: it's a flowing tapestry of awesome, and very quickly addictive. Their sophomore release does not change up much from their debut, their 70's psychadelic summery sound is all over the thing, but it really seems to work for them. Tame Impala just know how to create continuous catch, even while everything sounds a bit the same. A perfectly timed summer album, solidifying Tame Impala as one of Australia's internationally respected wonder-bands (and one I like a lot to boot). Also if I were to get high, I would get high to "Feels Like We Only Go Backwards", immediately.

Grizzly Bear's "Shields" had a lot to live up to, as 2009's "Veckatimest" was made love to over and over again by critics and music fans alike. Luckily, it's pretty amazing. It took a bit to grow on me, as it's lush instrumentation ebbing and flowing requires attention to process, but once I had the focus, it stood out as an exquisite album. I got to see them at Harvest Festival this year (my 3rd time seeing them omg glooooat) and the songs were beautifully translated live onstage, making me appreciate this album a little more. I'm glad this album could show they weren't just a hipster flavour of the month and actually have so much more to offer the music world.

Oh look, speaking of hipster flavour of the.... lifetime of Pitchfork, here comes Animal Collective, with "Centipede Hz". Universally recognised as perhaps the worst album cover of the year, the album inside it is a rollercoaster of colour and texture, highs, lows and awkward messes, like most AC albums are... It doesn't have quite the pop value (and new-fan-creating abilities) of 2009's "Merriweather Post Pavillion", and does have a few slightly-almost-skippable moments bordering on annoying. However, there is some fantastic stuff on the album, and a couple of new favourite songs that sound a bit more like band member Panda Bear's solo stuff (and one of which: "New Town Burnout", was written for his last solo album, so go figure), as well as their leading single "Today's Supernatural". 

Actually not called "Huh?", but "Sweet Heart, Sweet Light"... This album by Spiritualized is only the second I own as a relatively newer fan, and so I only have "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space" to compare it to (which is close to a perfect album). This album does have a very similar feel to that one however, and I found it very easy to love for that reason. Opening single "Hey Jane" is a killer, and hooked me in completely, one of my favourite songs of the year. Similar to "Ladies and Gentleman" the album hovers between grinding, lazy rock anthems, and sweet, loving melancholic ballads, culminating in bittersweet "So Long You Pretty Thing". Frontman Jason Pierce/Spaceman's voice seems lazier and with less effort on each song, but it's kind of the singing that works for the album, and as a result, I have come back to it a lot this year.

Grimes' "Visions" is also another very well played album for me. It was very difficult to ignore the melodically pleasurable singles "Oblivion" and "Genesis" from this album, which is the third in Grimes' catalogue, but the first to make such an impact on the music world. Particularly teenage girls who have suddenly developed blunt fringes, pony-tailed hair and bindies on their foreheads, coincidentally similar to Grimes' 24 year old mastermind Claire Boucher. The album is full of dark, dirty electropop with Claire's pixie-mated-with-a-chipmunk voice spilling over the top of it, and caused me to launch into impromptu dance in the kitchen many times. 

I really like Spoon, a lot... but here's a secret, I never got the whole Wolf Parade obsession quite as much as everyone else. Luckily, both bands collaborated, and created Divine Fits, made an album called "A Thing Called Divine Fits", and I like it a lot. It combines the passionate, catchy pop of Spoon with the darker, complex indie rock dimensions of Wolf Parade, to create a very nice selection of songs, highlights being the radio friendly "What Gets You Alone" and "My Love is Real". The only downside is a completely unnecessary cover of one of my favourite songs ever written, Rowland S. Howard's "Shivers". Nothing is added to it and I don't understand why they needed a cover song in there at all, they were doing quite fine without it! But nonetheless, you should hear this album anyway. 

I've only been a casual fan of Santigold (or The Artist Formerly Known As Santogold), and recently downloaded this album, "Master of My Make Believe" after being very impressed by her performance at Harvest Festival this year. Santigold has that kind of gruff, in your face yell-voice that Nicki Minaj is even worse at, and for that reason I kind of need breaks in between Santigold listens, and have to be in THAT kind of mood. This album seemed to get me at the right times as I found it quite refreshingly appealing in it's upbeat, heaving progression from beginning (Karen O howls in "Go!") to end (tribal mayhem with "Big Mouth"). I think what I was looking for this year was music with a great hook, and a lot of songs fit that description here. 

Well that's all! Just 7 albums! Notable mentions (i.e. Albums I've heard a few times and enjoyed but not enough to rate yet), include: 

Frank Ocean - Channel Orange, 

Alt J- An Awesome Wave 

M. Ward - A Wasteland Companion, and 

David Byrne & St Vincent - Love This Giant. 

On that last one, I just love the album cover, and must show you for this reason.. It's just so WEIRD and bizarre like they are. Look at it! The chins! The cheekbones! The expressions! David! Sigh. 

And finally, my top 10 songs of this year. With youtube video!

1. Frank Ocean - Super Rich Kidz

It sounds like Benny and the Jets and it won't get out of my head. 

2. Spiritualized- Hey Jane

So good while driving. Try it! (p.s. this film clip is messed uuuuuuuuup.)

3. Grimes - Genesis and/or Oblivion

They're both interchangeable in their similar awesomeness, I can't pick which I like best.

4. Alt J- Breezeblocks

I'm confident this is an opinion shared by many others and it will be in the top 10 of the hottest 100. If not there is no justice and I give up on everything. 

5. Grizzly Bear- Sun In Your Eyes

Epic, beautiful, explosive, and the perfect closer of their album.

6. Beach House - Lazuli

Very "Beach House" and very pretty and addictive. 

7. Tame Impala - Apocalypse Dreams

Also good while driving! I dare you.

8. Dirty Projectors - Gun Has No Trigger 

A band I should listen to more of. A subtle, foreboding song that has snuck in and haunted my subconcious

9. Santigold - Disparate Youth 

Just listening to it now makes me want to dance with a deadpan expression on my face

10. Animal Collective - New Town Burnout

I love the passion in Panda Bear's voice, even though he's not really singing about anything. 

Special mention to Ben Folds Five- Michael Praytor, Five Years Later, for not being shit.

Well that's all for now bitches! I am so glad to have done this finally and I hope to do more soon. I can count on you guys to prod me if I slack off again. THANKYOU FOR READING! SLACKER OUT!

The Kooks, The Tivoli, Monday 2nd January 2012

The Kooks are a band I only just got into last year, namely their 2006 debut album 'Inside In/ Inside Out', which I bought on a $10 whim, and became quite acquainted with. They're a band I got very late on the bandwagon of, being UK indie pop darlings since their breakthrough. I get the feeling they are very loved among the Britons, if only from personal experience, as when I put "Naive" on at a friend's party largely attended by members of the UK, it resulted in a rather epic singalong. Did I mention how hip with it I am...

Anyway the Kooks were performing at the Tivoli in support of September 2011's album 'Junk of the Heart'. You may have already heard the incredibly adworthy (it may already be in an advertisement?) title song "Junk of the Heart (Happy)". It's their biggest single off it so far, and to be honest the only song I really could remember off the new album, having bought it a week before this performance. I'm the hippest.

Being a stone's throw away from the Tivoli I lose a bit of motivation for getting there early, so I missed support band Toucan, and hence got a pretty average spot in the middle of the crowd. Still, my photos weren't as bad as they have been in past reviews. The curly haired gang appeared onstage not long after we got there and launched into a packed set, full of their perfectly timed 3 minute pop songs, guaranteeing that much of their catalogue would be covered. They started with a new album track, "Is it Me", and followed without much hurrah with "Always Where I Need to Be" from Konk, during which the crowd were pleasantly receptive. While I wasn't too familiar with the first track it was a great introduction to the Kook's very easy to enjoy style, and their prowess with their instruments. It was with the next selection "Sofa Song", that the crowd were really pleased, and they presented it with all the energy and angst as on record. They were extremely tight and entertaining, and frontman Luke Pritchard carried the show on his shoulders, exploding on the stage with arms and legs flailing, serenading the audience with each heartfelt song.

Even while jumping up and down in peak song moments, you could still hear Luke's voice articulating the lyrics clear as day. Which was quite interesting, as during the moments between songs, I couldn't understand a thing he said. Thanks to a distinct slur and mumble of a talking voice, even when announcing the songs, I didn't expect what I heard, it was so difficult to discern. This was the only issue regarding the sound, as The Tivoli wins again for clear and excellent audio projection. THANKS TIV, ILU.

Song highlights continued with the summerhappy "She Moves in Her Own Way", the seductive "Runaway", with an uncharacteristically funky bassline, and the rock explosion "If Only", a welcome favourite of mine. Then Luke got down to the bizness by taking up a solo spot on our left of the stage with his acoustic guitar, playing us the simplistic opener of their debut "Seaside", and "Tick of Time", then leading the rest of the band into "See the Sun".

It was at this point, where a few more from 'Junk of the Heart' were presented, that their songs kind of blended into each other, and I got a little bit bored. The thing with a band like the Kooks is that, while they are catchy, fun, and pleasing to the ears in their guitar and drum combinations, they don't really stray from their very obvious style. As a result, it felt a little long and repetitive and I couldn't help wondering when it would be encore time. After a few more from 'Konk', ending on the sexual invitation of 'Do You Wanna', they left the stage shortly for said anticipated encore. It's interesting, I don't see the band much as 'hot young things' brimming with sex appeal but more 'young fun things'; perhaps it's their look or Luke's voice, but their sexual invitations don't really work for me? (Whereas Jarvis Cocker... Yeah I can't explain it really).

Anyway their encore was very predictable, finishing up on non-album track "The Saboteur", their radio friendly "Junk of the Heart (Happy)", and then said singalong "Naive", rather an excellent way to end things really.

It was all very good, and as gig-buddy put it, a pure full bodied rockshow, but as far as memorable gigs go, this wouldn't be one of them. I don't think it had anything much to do with their talent as musicians or showmanship, you couldn't fault them on that, but really just the fact that their music is as samey as samey gets. And, as a result, I really haven't listened to their music since. Granted, that is probably half due to the dying down of my Watch the Throne phase, and focus on the plethora of gigs that are coming up for me in the next two weeks (Fleet Foxes, Arctic Monkeys, tune-yards, the Damned, and Asa, not to mention the festivals!).

So I give the show 7.5 but minus a point for being a little uninventive as a band. Not that I could do any better. 6.5 David Bowie references out of 10.

Favourite Songs of the Year + Screamfeeder @ Woodland, 1st December, 2011

Hello friends, I'm on holidays. I've spent a lot of time doing very little and sleeping in. It has been terrific. What this also means is more blog time! Not only shall I briefly mention my last gig but there is also ANOTHER LIST FOR YOU! Don't you love them?

MY FAVOURITE SONGS OF THE YEAR AKA WHAT I VOTED FOR IN THE TRIPLE J RADIO HOTTEST 100

No surprises this year actually, for my top 10 songs of the year. I am usually a pretty dedicated Triple J listener and poll contributor, but this year, I was pretty terrible at keeping up with what was hot. I only just read about Lana Del Ray. Nevertheless I managed to come up with a shortlist of 21, narrowed down to what you see here. Most of them are also from my favourite albums of the year, surprise surprise. I gave myself rules: One song per artist, Must be in the pick list that Triple J, but must be genuine favourites. Cannot just vote for Björk because she's Björk.

Arctic Monkeys- The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala

What a great way to sum up the year with the lyric "sing another fucking shalalala". There were ups and downs to 2012, so many important figures died, so much of the music scene was considered dying, and throughout all this, the Monkeys were reviving britpop. Perfect.

(Piledriver Waltz was not in the list :( )

Ball Park Music - All I Want Is You

A sweet, heartwarming tune professing the comforting qualities of having a loved one by your side as your day turns to absolute shit. I found this one stuck in my head during a great proportion of the year, and I didn't mind it being there one bit.

Björk - Crystalline

Luckily, this song is pretty amazing, otherwise based on my rules I could not have voted for it. With thumping bass beats that hark back to Homogenic and a singable chorus line, the super highlight is when everything is lost in a massive house/techno/trance drum explosion at the close.

Cut Copy - Need You Now

An album forgotten from my top list this year, sorry Cutters! They redeemed the dancefloor with this album and their title track gets you right in the mood, slowly building up so that by the last "I KNOW WE'RE GOING CRAZY BUT I NEED YOU NOW" you can't stop your feet moving.

The Horrors - Still Life

Surprised that it was only this one or "I Can See Through You" on the Triple J pick list. Nonetheless, this was the sleeper hit for me of the year, such a slower, pulsing track on their album but so addictive and with such a comforting message; "Don't hurry, give it time, things are the way they have to be".

Jay-Z and Kanye West - That's My Bitch

I could only choose one? Who made these rules anyway! Luckily this was my favourite AND on the list and an easy selection. The opening drum sample combined with the grinding bass and the chorus chant by ... La Roux? perfectly combine with said ridikulus lyrics. And who said I couldn't find something to like about La Roux?

Radiohead - Lotus Flower

Amazing beat, fantastic lyrics, completely bizarrely timed handclaps which somehow work, and Thom's brilliantly weird dance. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE

St Vincent - Cruel

A song I've really got into over the past few months, from an artist I've always wanted to check out but never got around to until around the same time. It's a ridiculously catchy tune, without being particularly contemporary or predictable. I also loooove the filmclip.

tUnE-yArDs - Bizness

I think I've ranted enough about Merril Garbus' tUnE-y-ArDs project, but this song is absolutely amazing and I really hope it make the 100 this year, as it damn well DESERVES TO.

TV On the Radio - Second Song

A perfect opener to Nine Types of Light and completely worthy of any party soundtrack over this summer. I love how the beginning is so completely different to the end, with signature TVOTR brass the icing on the cake.

I am ashamed at my lack of local artistry in my list! A couple that were on my shortlist included Emma Louise and Last Dinosaurs who are much beloved at the moment. I couldn't say no to the 10 above however. What's special about those two songs is that a few of my friends worked on the pretty rad filmclips for them. I also didn't vote for Gotye, but I'm not worried, everybody else has.

SCREAMFEEDER @ WOODLAND - 1ST DEC 2011

3-piece Screamfeeder et. al.

I had decided it would be totally wrong of me not to swing by Woodland on a Thursday evening to check out Brisbane's beloved Screamfeeder, who were also playing with Tape/Off and Violent Soho on this eve as part of Screamfeeder's 20th Anniversary of being a band. So I did, just in time for Violent Soho to be getting into their set. I have seen Violent Soho more times than I can even begin to remember, probably more than any other band I've seen, but this was the first in quite a few years. As it appeared, they still 'have it' (not that they could ever lose it), and their handful of new songs I heard were quite pleasing, signifying perhaps a return to the studio? A la Trail of Dead who they supported years back, VS were the band to rock out to and I enjoyed a little bit of a jump to old hits "Jesus Stole My Girlfriend", "Love is a Heavy Word" and "Bombs over Broadway". The sound was actually really good, which was not usually a high point of any of their shows; distortion, screaming and excessive feedback taking precedence over clear sound. I realised later that this clarity was probably assisted by having stood right next to the sound deck. Perhaps this is the key to good sound at Woodland?

Screamfeeder took a while to come on and when they did it was reasonably easy to stand myself right at front. Front man Tim Steward found this lack of mosh uncomfortable and asked everyone to come forward, so I could have leaned out and touched bassist Kellie Lloyd's awesome tights (but didn't).

rad tights

Being out the front however meant I had to make way for the 2 or 3 photographers that wanted every angle, which I hadn't ever found to be an issue before this night. The music commenced, and as mentioned earlier, the sound did turn out to be a bit distorted, but I would have been crazy to move. They opened with the classic "Above The Dove", and continued on with a bucketful of their songs. Many of them I didn't recognise and a few were hard to discern due to the sound issues, but I was happy to hear the ones that stuck in my head over the years; for example the fantastic "Hi C's", accompanied by Dean Shwereb's sticks-on-fire drumming, emotionally charged "Ice Patrol", and finishing with the upbeat "12345". It was a very, very long set, which was made even longer by some technical problems a third of the way through- it appeared that neither Kellie's bass nor Tim's guitar were working, and it was a good 5 to 10 minutes before they were on their way again. It was nice to hear so much of their signature guitar work, harmonies and drum patterns in one night though, and I was happy to be a little tired for work the next day.

Before their closing song, Tim got a few people up on the stage, including Violent Soho and Tape/Off, Seja from Sekiden, and apparently a member of Pavement (see first pic). They played "You and Me", a joyful singalong that put smiles on everyone's faces, even while singing the lyrics "hey now, the devil's at my feet".

It was a great 'last' (or at least last for a while) performance, complete with a giveaway of a Tym's Guitars pedal, a very deliberate and graceful destruction of a guitar by Tim (simply by bending it upright on the stage), and final hugs and high fives for most of the audience members (I got a high five!).

RIP guitar

It was a gig that left me in a good mood and humming their tunes for a few days. Screamfeeder gets 7.5 out of 10 Tim/Tyms.

please stand still when you're high-fiving Tim.

HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOGREADERS! May your 2012 be as music filled as you want it to be. In my case, PACKED!

Harvest: A Civilized Gathering, Brisbane Botanical Gardens, Saturday 19th of November, 2011

WARNING. This is a long'un.

Last Saturday's Harvest festival- sorry, gathering, was a hotly anticipated one for me. This was not just due to the fact it had been advertised as a gathering, (implying a mature group of people interacting jollily and respectfully (to me)) rather than a typical flustered festival at the botanic gardens, (implying energy drinks, bare skin and sweaty metro males rubbing up against you... well, boganfest). But it was also as if the organisers pressed shuffle on my iTunes and created the lineup based on what came up. And what an eclectic selection: Flaming Lips, Mercury Rev, Portishead, TV On the Radio, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, The Family Stone, Bright Eyes, The National, and the list went on. There was plenty more, and I didn't even get to see half of those I just mentioned. But here was my experience nonetheless.

After pre-festival drinks, I trundled into the festival just in time for US indie scenesters The Walkmen (missing the Holidays and H.B.E. doh.). The Walkmen are one of those bands that have a distinct, enjoyable style, but despite a few listenings, I have only found a couple of songs that really stand out for me. But they are a pretty attractive band...

Come onnn camera... well, believe me, they are. Anyway they opened with one of said standout tunes from latest album 'Lisbon', "Blue As Your Blood", which frames frontman Hamilton Leithauser's uniquely heartwrenching voice with a simple drum and bass riff. There was much off 'Lisbon', and not a lot else, obviously constrained by time, but each song had something to pay attention to, even if it was just their exceptional musicianship.

Trust me, you'd go there. Anyway, they played what everyone expected, second to last, being their big debut hit, "The Rat". The familiar opening guitar jangles were presented with all the energy this song expresses, and it simply rocked. Hamilton's voice erupted with everything he had, screeching "CAN'T YOU HEAR ME" when it was just too hard not to listen. I saw these guys at the first Laneway back in 08 or whenever that was, and I don't remember it being as powerful as this. Already pre-empting that these guys would not be the biggest highlight, it was a fantastic start to my day.

After the Walkmen men walked, I had some time to wander around the festival grounds before grabbing some food (ahh gozleeeeme.) At this point, the distinct LACK of bogans and complete totality of hipsters was totally apparent. And while stupid fashions were rife, it was damn amazing. Little touches of the festival's decore, such as umbrellas in trees, an animal discoball (may have been a pig?) and park benches made it a little kitschy but also just quite lovely. The best part is where I spent most of my day, at the Windmill stage, was just small enough to have prime access not only to the toilets, but the drink tent, AND the gozlemes. The drink tent sold STRAWBERRY PEAR CIDER (which sold out by 5pm of course), and was nicely stocked with wine, and I don't think I waited more than about a minute in any of the lines. Just so well organised and idiot free. Well. Mostly idiot free (you'll see).

Anyway, I had just grabbed said gozleme when Mercury Rev started their guitars. I should mention at this point that the timing of everything was almost too good (hey, let me get started on this gozleme fellas).

This is the first time I'd had the chance to see Mercury Rev live, and I was so excited. On the scene since the late 80's (I believe), they're like a more subdued Flaming Lips, with Jonathon Donahue's hauntingly sweet vocals and poetic lyrics their calling card. In fact, during the set you could see Wayne Coyne checking them out on the side, obviously a fan and most probably a friend of the band.

Jonnfen

They opened with "Snowflake In a Hot World", off 2008's 'Snowflake Midnight', a beautiful intro that I hadn't heard before. Swirling, magical percussion, synth and lyrics, the smoke-machine assisted eerie atmosphere, the warm sun on my face (alright a bit hot), my delicious gozleme (the last time I use that word, promise), and Jonathon's eager face, made this a perfect moment. Only to be topped by "Holes" off 'Deserters Songs' which came next.

Oh god. The beauty. It was magnificent. They recreated every sound with such delicate precision and the entire band looked like they were being indulged by each sound they created. Jonathon sang as if he had been holding back a precious gift and he was finally unleashing it upon us, and the audience lapped it up. Apart from "Butterfly's Wing" from their latest, there was more from 'Deserter's Songs', including "Endlessly" and a heartbreaking replication of "Opus 40". The emotions flooding the song were beautifully conveyed by Jonathon and crew, and I have to admit, if I'd let myself go, a little tear could have peeped out my eye a wee bit.

Alas, timetable updates meant that one of my favourite bands ever, TV On the Radio, were on halfway through Mercury Rev's set. And I was not missing a second of them if I could help it. So, while most of the bones in my body told me not to, I left to catch them. As I did the Rev had begun a cover of Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill". Daaaaaamn. I later heard that they ended on "Goddess On a Highway" and "The Dark Is Rising", at which point someone did burst into tears. I probably would have been there with her. Damn you timetable clash!

I pretty much ran to get to the Riverstage (the longest distance away from the Windmill stage dammit), going faster when I heard what I thought was "Wolf Like Me", but turned out to be "Halfway Home". Noooo! I got there in time for them to start a sped up, even-more-brass-filled version of "The Wrong Way", the opener from their debut. It was a bit erratic and I lost momentum while trying to keep up with it, and so obscure that my brother didn't even realise they had played it.

I felt better about leaving Mercury Rev when I noticed that Wayne Coyne had also dashed away and was at the right of the stage watching, unless he has doubles or stand ins like Santa Claus. Considering my brother also reported having walked behind him on his way to the venue earlier that day, perhaps this is the case. It wouldn't surprise me.

It got a bit more normal with a few from their latest 'Nine Types of Light', the upbeat "Caffeinated Consciousness", which got the crowd moving in recognition. While the band, particularly frontman Tunde, had amazing energy and prowess, the sound was just a little too off for it to be the amazing experience I expected it to be. The combination of individual elements that make TV On the Radio so good was kinda missing as they ran together in a blur of distortion, and I feel that was just to do with logistics and the stage set up rather than their own doing. I can imagine a solo show would be a different (and fantastic) story.

Then came the two killing tracks, grooveful "Golden Age" and crowd sing along "Will Do", and then a surprising "Young Liars" from the same-titled EP. While I would have liked to hear more favourites, it was nice that they had a broad selection and some older fare. "Staring At the Sun", their first big thing, was great, but would have been more amazing without that said distortion, but the set closing "Wolf Like Me" excelled despite it, probably thanks to the energy of the crowd due to it's classic indie status. While it ended the set in a brilliant way, the sound did not give the experience the same punch that I expected. I'm sure I'll be satisfied at a later date in a non-festival atmosphere somewhere else in Brisbane... (Are you listening TVOTR?)

Death In Vegas was the next on my list to see, and I slowly made my way over. Flashy lights onstage when it's still daylight is not my thang...

There wasn't a lot I recognised... I only have the classic 'Scorpio Rising' and I didn't hear any songs from that, but it was all very chilled, very ambient, and distinctively Death In Vegas-y. They were obviously very good, and the atmospheric combination of synth and breathy vocals did you carry you along with it... but it felt like the wrong kind of time and place for this sort of music. While a bit alternative, the electronica in amongst the indie rock changed up the feel a bit, so I gave up and decided for my friend and I that we would catch the last of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, a band notorious for not doing so well live.

We got there and not long after, they finished "Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood", from their self titled, and walked off, 10 minutes before their scheduled end time. Good one Steph. Another friend praised their show today, but I was skeptical, as the few minutes I caught sounded a bit off kilter. But maybe it was amazing! I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

Some much needed grass time later, instrumental post-rockers Mogwai came onstage, one of the few bands on the bill not from New York. While they kinda do look like they do come from New York....

...they're actually Glaswegians, and I will remember them fondly for their Splendour show in 2006 (OH MY GOD THAT WAS FIVE YEARS AGO???), so was keen to see their thing again. I could have caught bits of Bright Eyes and the National at this point, but I wasn't feeling the vibe of either band at that moment, and I have tried and failed at becoming a proper National fan. So while the rest of the audience rushed off to catch them, I was happy at Mogwai, which was also a chance to get a good spot for the Flaming Lips.

This set was another case of "don't really recognise anything much" as they have done a couple more albums since my Splendour experience, of which they took a lot of their current set list from. Still, they created some amazing moods, which was further enhanced by their anticipation of wildlife ("We've been told we're going to see some bats soon", said one of the guys). And, after some amazing swells of intensity, during a down-tempo, mellow interlude, sure enough the bats came gracefully flying across the sky behind the audience, one by one. The band looked on in fascination as they played solemnly, and the crowd looked up and swayed, supported by the music. It was a very special, awe-inspiring moment. Another highlight was the addition of Luke Sutherland to sing on the deliciously beat driven "Mexican Grand Prix". It was at this point I spotted my first solo drunk idiot, who clapped his hands loudly yelling "YEAH I LOVE MOGWAI" at the crowd's dismay. Luckily he was out of sight by the time the band finished, and I could inch up to one person behind the front in preparation for Wayne and co. of Flaming Lips fame. Even though he was festival old hat by now.

As he did at their show in Splendour last year, as we waited and watched the band set up, Wayne fiddled around the stage looking restless as the roadies put all the little bits and pieces in action. Every now and then he'd greet the stage, which did not give the same reception as Splendour (where there was probably 50 times as many people), and this seemed to disturb him later as he tossed his hands up in the air at random intervals urging us to cheer him more. At the front, we were doing our best to cheer, and it came pretty naturally, so I guess they weren't as receptive further down. But it was a smaller venue, and Wayne's urging the crowd on won some crowd frustration more than anything, particularly as it took away from more music.

Anyway, after much ado, the Flaming Lips set began, in the same way as it probably has for the past 5 or so years, but then again, why fix what's not broken?

If you're not aware, to start a Flaming Lips show, a dome screen displays a dancing glowing naked lady, who then leans down and shows us her lady bits. Except her lady bits are super mega glowing with rays of light, and as you are sucked into her... chasm...

Oh hai, vag

...out comes the band, one by one, and Wayne pops into his bubble, ready for a crowd surf as the band plays on.

Being so close to the front meant I was half excited, half petrified that I'd be squashed by Wayne's bubble body, but luckily, lots of taller people around me meant I really didn't even cop much of a feel. I copped more at last year's Splendour in which I got to push his buttock over within the bubble as it travelled through the crowd. This time I think I got a knee.

Hooray, I had survived the bubble, and the proper music had commenced. Double joy!

Note: I have about 10 photos of the band with the baldy in front, a security guard who insisted on standing smack bam in the middle of everything. I wanted to punch him in the face but instead he's like that guy in the photobooth in Amelie.

They continued on with "Worm Mountain" from latest full length 'Embryonic', and then to my thrill, played "She Don't Use Jelly", and the front crowd sang along with all their might as the Lips recreated their old time signature tune. It was a rather marvellous moment. Unfortunately, the girl on my right had decided that standing was overrated and from this moment until about halfway through the gig (when I had managed to shake her), decided to lean her body, arms, butt, even her thick brick of a head, on my body, continuously. Even though she had a boyfriend in front of her to lean on and plenty of room behind her. She continued to elbow and headbutt me into oblivion, including stomping on my foot a few times, no matter how much I shoved, elbowed, and pushed her off me, trying to inch away from her. At one point she turned to me and said "HOW GOOD ARE THE FLAMING LIPS" and it took me a few seconds of dumbfoundedness to respond with "Yep, pretty good.". Drugs? Lips induced stupor? Just an idiot? Who the hell knows.

Along with bubbles and LED's, there was a crew of dancing people lined up on each side of the stage dressed as Wizard of Oz characters (I entered the competition to be one of them, but apparently writing to them that my dancing style is akin to David Brent wasn't favoured?), an extreme mass of balloons, a wind machine, and Wayne's hand held streamer machine, set free whenever he felt it necessary. Basically, a party onstage, in every sense of the word. This all culminated in a peak moment during the next song, "The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song", which was an absolute orgasmic joy. Idiot girl was totally forgot as I was just taken away into ecstatic stupor, chanting "WITH ALL YOUR POWER" with the rest of the crowd. Wayne coupled the explosiveness with theatrics by popping confetti filled balloons with his guitar as they came near him, resulting in confetti blasts in time with the musical peaks. It was satisfyingly fun to watch.

Things got weirder with the Neon Indian collaborated "Is David Bowie Dying?" (No, guys! Noooo!) and 'Embryonic''s "See The Leaves". Around this time Wayne brought out the giant hands with lasers on them and played with them on the mirror ball, creating an abso-fucking-lutely magnificent effect. It was like, another world...man.

just to reiterate: the lasers are coming from his HANDS

I was surprised to not hear "Fight Test" but very happy to hear an extremely slowed down acoustic version of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (part 1)", the title track off their critically loved album. The final moments also consisted of the uplifting "Pompeii Am Götterdämmerung", in which a giant gong lit up with every smash of Wayne's streamer-wrapped baton. And then, as expected by all, but still an amazing delight, came "Do You Realize". I did feel tears in my eyes at that point. Already a gorgeous and heartwarming song, it filled the auditorium with hysterical bliss as the crowd sang along with Wayne and the music built around us, and I honestly could not think of a more amazingly felt moment in my life at the time. I said it on facebook and I'll say it again. If you can condense a Flaming Lips concert into some kind of pill or remedy, there would be nothing but joy and everyone would be happy and bake a pie full of rainbows and smiles together.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL!

While the rest of the band looks on quite vaguely, it doesn't matter (and perhaps they know it), as all eyes are on Wayne and the theatrics. Wayne is either the most mentally insane person in the world, or he has discovered the truth to happiness, and either way, I'm very grateful for it.

So, I did say that there cannot be a comedown after a Flaming Lips Pil, but if there was one, it would be in the form of Portishead.

life is tragic.

Exhausted and exhilarated, I sat up on the hill with the others to listen, late to get to the headlining show. The sound at the Riverstage was again, a bit distorted, but the sound was still quite good and the beats compelling. Beth Gibbon's voice sounded slightly weak, probably for the same technical reason, but was beautiful and haunting and without a single hitch, not ageing a day. I was delighted to hear "Sour Times", the hammond organ penetrating and mournful, and the jarring "Machine Gun" from their 3rd album a few years back. "Over" and "Roads" were hauntingly magnificent. I found myself singing along to "Glory Box", trying to imitate the delicate emotion in Beth's voice which was all there as it is on the record. There was no faulting their live show despite the sound-carrying limitations of the stage set up, just pure, gorgeous melancholy. For their first Australian tour in almost 15 years, I could understand why they headlined and were so anticipated... tenderly intricate, their live interpretations were pretty much to perfection.

Wow though. After such a high, it was an odd way to end a festival. Instead of bubbling and giggling off to post-festival pancakes, we trudged back a bit neutral, despite the amazing day we'd had. It's the way music affects you I guess, that's the power and beauty of it; it can change a mood in a heartbeat.

Looking back, I really could NOT fault Harvest. Yeah there was a timetable clash I didn't need, and yeah the biggest idiot at the festival ended up next to me, but it really lived up to it's promise as a civilized gathering, and every band I saw was really, really good. There was not a negative thing about it, really. Really. I have extreme hopes for Harvest to return next year and make itself a staple, but I worry that with added advertising and interest, its return may gradually turn it into the monster that once-small festivals are now becoming (Splendour, Laneway without the lane). Perhaps it can't be avoided... or perhaps together we can make this our special musical gathering, lovers of good sounds. Yes we can!

As peppered within this day were moments I will look back on as the best of 2011 and perhaps the twenty-teens, I give Harvest TEN out of ten confetti filled giant balloons.