Bon Iver (with Sally Seltmann), The Tivoli, Friday 16th of March

Riding well off the back of his recent grammy win, in which even One Direction fans want to know who Bonny Bear is, Bon Iver came to Brisbane for a rare three (3) shows, to appease all the new and old fans that have multiplied tenfold in the last year. The shows were announced way back in December last year, at which time I was pretty excited, until Justin Vernon and co.'s 'flavour of the month' status overshadowed everything else.
It was easy to get back into excitement mode when a Thursday night concert goer friend raved about how great he was, and also went and met him not a kilometer from where I was doing nothing in my house. DAMMIT!

Old Sal

My gig buddy tonight was my dear brother who had joined in on the Bonny bandwagon around the same time I had. We rocked up in time to see New Buff... I mean Sally Seltmann. I could be biased, but Sally didn't have quite the same stage presence that she did a fair few years ago under the moniker of New Buffalo. Now that she is riding off the back of female supergroup Seeker Lover Keeper, I guess the audience wasn't as excited as they would have been had SLK been onstage, and hence she played a lot of their songs. She also gave us a few new songs from her self-titled solo album, as well as a couple I recognized from her later New Buffalo repertoire. Despite the disconnect, she sounded lovely and I very much enjoyed it- her angelic voice still comes across well onstage. Sally's also definitely migrated from her days of pressing play on a backing track while singing into a microphone, as she did the first time i saw her in 2005 supporting Bright Eyes. Somehow I just remember more people being a little more transfixed by her back then.

The stage for Bon Iver was made up quite ruggedly with hessian draped around as if we were in a cabin in the woods. He's come a long way since those 'For Emma, Forever Ago' days, as he came on amid huge cheers. Everyone wants a piece of Bon Iver now, and I guess three sold out shows are testimony to that. As predicted by my brother (with a very accurate imitation of the opening chords), Justin and the band started off with the first song, "Perth" from the latest album 'Bon Iver, Bon Iver'. Live, it was a spot on, moving interpretation of the record, which is what I imagined it to be. From the quiet, building opening notes, to it's crashing crescendo, every sound filled the theatre, leading into the second song "Minnesota, WI". It was quite magnificent, and when Justin started to sing, I didn't expect it to sound quite so hauntingly beautiful. He sounded so true to recording, strong and echoey, I wondered if there were any effects going on. And even if there was it was still impressive.
The excellence went on from there and he played a wonderful selection of all the fan favourites, including "Blood Bank" off his title EP, and even "Brackett, WI" which he did for the brilliantly compiled 'Dark is the Night' compilation. 

The musicians were fantastic, and you really couldn't fault them for a second. As they left and Justin took the stage solo for "Re: Stacks", it was a delicate, gorgeous and sniffle-inducing moment. The only thing you could fault was that I realized just how similar their songs sounded and how much of a style Bon Iver have created. It is a style that is is not to everyone's taste, and can at times be in danger of getting old. In fact, there were a couple of moments where i did find my mind wandering... but to be honest that does happen at gigs, and it's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes I can think through an entire problem situation at a gig; it can be a nice place to reflect. (Unfortunately I cannot count gigs toward psychological professional development).

Old mate

Coupled with the brilliant music was the band's, and particularly Justin's, laid back manner. Despite the opportunity to be high and mighty, there is no pretension with this man, and he engaged the crowd as a genuine, down to earth fellow who could be your mate, just doing what he loves and having a good time. 


I have to mention the worst part of the show however. I became so mad about a group of metrosexual-appearing guys behind me that I wonder if i am actually getting quite senile, bitter and twisted. In addition to one of them doing the '*tap shoulder*, *look the other way*' routine to me before the performance, these guys nattered and laughed through the whole performance (because obviously Bon Iver is also a comedy group???). It reached breaking annoyance point when one of them said 'Where are we going afterwards?' and another asked 'Who is this guy again? He's good.' This happened while "Skinny Love" was being played. I was looking forward to hearing the ultimate sad times/break up/depression song transcending onstage and letting it wash over me, but I COULDN'T thanks to their giggling and chatting. I detest that feeling of someone laughing behind you; you wonder if they are laughing at you, know it's probably ridiculous, but continue to be unsettled anyway, and want to punch them all in their collective face. Instead of doing this however, I looked around and glared at them evilly. It did nothing, but I felt slightly more satisfied than if I had just stewed in my spot.


I just DON'T UNDERSTAND, if you don't know who a band is and you'd rather go pick up chixx at the Met, then why are you paying $65 to see a musician at a venue full of his fans? If you're not a fan, and are going to talk the entire time, then go away. I know this may sound hypocritical, because I did do this at Gareth Liddiard's show a year ago, but I was at the window rather than in the crowd, and he was a complete dickhead and sounded like shit. Sorry Drones fans, but not really. Bon Iver on the other hand were amazing, and I felt they were disrespecting the band by doing this. Support acts can suffer from the audience talking through their set, but that is kind of expected since people aren't there to see them, but during the main act... there is an exit. 
Now that rant is over, I feel dirty and like I should be writing to mX or A Current Affair. I just think there should be some mosh pit etiquette to follow. Why don't we list some etiquette rules now since we're in this mind funk?? No? Too bad. 


1. Don't fart. Hold it in. Go to the toilet. Don't fart. For the love of god. 
2. Keep your laughter and loud chats and stupid opinions to yourself. If you want to say a lot of things, use the text on your phone.
3. Don't lean on me, I'm not a pole, or a chair.
4. Do be expected to have your personal space ratio go out the window, and expect it to be somewhat smaller. Don't get too bothered when people accidentally touch you. Having said that, you are entitled to a bit of breathing space..
5. If you want to jump/dance/go mad, please be respectful of people who don't want elbows in their chins and their face on the floor.
5. If you want to drink, buy a couple beforehand. Don't try to go to the bar and get back to the exact same spot you were before, unless you're happy to be cursed by a lot of people. 
6. Putting your arm up in the air and pointing throughout the entire song is not only bad for your arm health but I don't want to watch/ take a photo of your arm. Feel free to point it up and down though, I can kind of work with that.
7. If you have diabetes, take your insulin. If you don't have your insulin shot, and you're about to faint, get the fuck out of the mosh pit. Don't eat my lollies out of my hand with your slimy tongue. I don't care how big of a Björk fan you are. 


I'm sure there are many rules that you, reader, could come up with and share with me. So maybe you should!!


Bonny Bear gets 8.5 "wanna be combovers and Minanite beards" out of 10.

Real Estate (with Feathers), The Zoo, Tuesday 13th March, 2012

New Jersey formed five piece, Real Estate, turned up for me kind of out of the blue for me about a year ago. They were shared to me on Dropbox, and after sitting there for a few months, became my latest new find. Soon Pitchfork were all over them like an electric blanket and they must have gained enough popularity to justify an Australian tour. So, investing wisely in a ticket (invest, real estate, geddit???!) I went to the Zoo on this Tuesday night with some rare-to-find fellow fans and got my property development happening. (this is the last bad joke.)

Supporting the band were a couple of indie-sounding-bands, and we got there early enough to catch some of Feathers. A couple of girls who look like they just discovered Warpaint and want to be their bffs, came onstage and began to commence a set of very obvious indie girl pop tunes. They were inoffensive and pleasant enough, but there was nothing really driving the music that stood out from the Tegan and Sara’s of the rest of the music world. They had similar musical stylings to that of Real Estate- summery, jangly pop vibes, but again, none of it really gelled to me- I was a wee bit bored.

They didn’t play for too long however and soon it was Real Estate time. I immediately recognised lead singer Martin Courtney’s very indie haircut (hello Dan Humphrey, the wavy dark mop may become trendy yet) which matched a lot of the audience's indie haircuts. This was a very pitchforkian occasion, but that’s the beauty of hipster gigs- everyone is one, so the wank factor goes into 'so bad it's good' territory, and you don’t notice it as much. It was clear though that everyone was here for the music, which, as they opened with "Fake Blues" from their first self titled album, was outstanding from the very beginning.

my one not shit photo.

In fact, I don’t remember a time when the Zoo sounded quite so good. The airy twang of the guitars and spacious drums were replicated perfectly, if not better than on record, and the sound enveloped the venue with such crispness. "Fake Blues" was followed by "Easy", the opener of their latest well loved album 'Days', and I found myself extremely delighted when hearing the opening chords. Martin Courtney had the quiet sensual frontman thing down with little fuss or fanfare, just pouring his soul into the words and chords. His voice was lovely and heartfelt, with that slight echoey effect which is covered all over the album tracks.

The songs churned out and each one had me bopping along even more than the one before it. Popular new ones "It's Real" and "Out of Tune" oozed sweet breezy goodness and every pulse was on the mark. 


Prior to the performance, a part of me had wondered how good this show was going to be, and if it may be one of the more boring shows of the year. WHY you ask? Well while Real Estate’s low-fi shoegazey pop is a celebrated thing right now, their music does have a very distinctive style that rarely crosses the boundary- and their second album is no great departure from their first. However, i realised just how much I enjoyed their songs as they played them, and their pristine production meant I was thoroughly, exceptionally entertained all the way through. It also says a lot about a band who can completely engage the audience not only with a catchy chorus accompanying pleasing music, but even while during their instrumental tracks, such as both incredibly melodic tracks "Kinder Blumen" and "Atlantic City" in which I found myself not even realising that there wasn't lyrics. That's what I think makes Real Estate a standout act, and why they have so much love at the moment; every instrument of their songs are tuned in perfectly with each other to collectively portray an outpour of emotion, encapsulated in every note, beat and chord. As a live band, they continue to do this effortlessly, and fed off each other like it was child's play. 


Time went relatively quickly, and before we knew it it was encore time already. At this point, the song that got me completely hooked on the band, the debut opener "Beachcomber", had not been performed, and I was not the only one waiting for it. I completely expected it to start up when they (very quickly) came back onstage, but I was sadly disappointed, and instead, the slow burning "Suburban Dogs" was chosen from the same album. I couldn't help but miss "Beachcomber", but their chosen song still left us in a quietly content, contemplative mood, as we slowly emptied from the Zoo. 
The greatest part of this gig was how much it made me appreciate their music more. I now have to stop myself from listening too much to both albums , as I have finally found a replacement for 'Watch The Throne' which is in now danger of being burnt out. I'm happy Real Estate exist and look to be not one of those 'so hot right now' indie darlings that burst onto the scene and then disappear, but a brilliant established band, that deserves its praise and a long progressive career. Well done indie kids!

9 tenancy agreements out of 10. (Sorry, I mean to say that was the second last bad joke.)

Arctic Monkeys (with Miles Kane and Violent Soho), The Riverstage, Saturday 13th of January 2011

I spent a long time anticipating this gig, after my year of Arctic Monkeys obsession (particularly their latest release 'Suck It And See'). So when last Saturday finally came, I was ready, and eager, and anticipatory, and keen, and... where's my thesaurus... 


Myself with Arctic Monkeys Super Fans group turned up at the Riverstage a little before 7 to hear Violent Soho starting their support slot quite early. The usuals ("Love is A Heavy Word", "Scrape It", Jesus Stole My Girlfriend") were played amongst a couple of new songs, during which we were able to easily set ourselves up in the mosh amongst the mostly nonchalant audience. I've been told to tear Violent Soho to shreds in this blog, and also to describe them as "the nail in the coffin of 90's grunge". But instead I'll say that despite Arctic Monkey's stadium rock moments that Violent Soho are completely all about, they really were NOT suited to a support slot for the wide ranging audience of the Monkeys. In some ways it would have made sense, but on the day, it just felt odd, and they may have noticed this also, as I don't think they played for much longer than 25 minutes. 

A bit of a mosh wait later and Miles Kane appeared on the scene. Miles is the other half of Alex Turner's side project the Last Shadow Puppets, and was here with a full band and a very spotty shirt. It was during Miles Kane that I finally realized WHY CROWD SURGES HAPPEN! So many festivals and big scale shows have involved me getting all in a tizz as the mosh pit suddenly experiences a rush from one side to the other, leaving people losing their feet in their wake. It's only taken me a million years but myself and gig buddies managed to take advantage of them by moving along with the surges into their resulting gaps to secure ourselves closer positions. Of course, the people driving them are probably just shoving themselves into people which is dangerous and stupid... but I am now appreciative of shitty crowd behaviour! Particularly as we ended up 3 people back from the front before the main act started. 

Miles' selection of tunes were very pleasing to the ear, being consistently catchy, rock driven songs, backed by an exceptional band and a powerful voice. I hadn't heard any of his work before, but it felt much like later Arctic Monkeys with more of an early Oasis-y feel to it. An enjoyable, inoffensive, and entertaining show, I wish I could have paid more attention (or seen... anything...) while I concentrated on edging closer to the stage. However, it definitely put me in the mood for the Monkeys as well as inspired me to check out more of his music. 

Rushes finalized and position secured, it was finally Monkey time. The members came out with Alex Turner following, and they commenced a thundering opener with "Don't Sit Down or I'll Move Your Chair". As soon as the introduction was over, the crowd was in a frenzy. I was also in a frenzy, which kept me from being completely bowled over and thrown to my death. It was an excellent start, with their signature guitar jangles strong and piercing, as was Alex's clear and heartfelt voice. As the songs continued, it was all pure rock, from their debut hits "View from the Afternoon" and "Still Take You Home"; "Teddy Picker" and "Brianstorm" from 'Your Favourite Worst Nightmare' and 'Humbug''s "Crying Lightning". The songs rolled off the band members effortlessly, with drum sticks flying and guitar solos whipped out in a blur. Pauses in the songs (for example, just after "SEE YOU LATER INNOVATOR" in "Brianstorm") were drawn out so that when the finale of the song came it was an unpredictable explosion. During these numbers I was barely standing as I got into the music as well as being knocked around from spot to spot with the crowd. Alex tried his best to be charming and appropriately 'rockstar' with his "HOW YOU DOIN' BRISBANE!" calls, and sometimes it worked, assisted by his James Dean style attire and hairdo, and perchance for pointing in an "I Want You" fashion...

Other times it kind of felt like he was trying too hard to be engaging, when he is obviously more comfortable as the quiet, tortured genius type. It was also a little disappointing to hear that at their Sydney show two nights prior, which a few gig buddies attended, he had engaged in the exact same banter without any variance, like a script he was set to follow. 
It was however, easy to forgive Alex's odd connection with the audience, when he and his bandmates treated us to such faultless productions of their best crafted songs. The Monkeys became massive very quickly, and having stayed that way as a band they sound massive and full bodied to complement their fame. 
A few slower moments occurred, particularly those tracks from the new album that I had a soft spot for (e.g. "Black Treacle", "She's Thunderstorms"). They were beautifully executed however, despite not really being melancholy tunes, they did let the momentum down a little. This was to be expected as thanks to the new album's maturity, the Monkey's have improved on their range- however, it kind of felt like they had slowed things down a little too much somehow. Other rockier songs from 'Suck it and See' travelled quite well, including the drummer Matt Helder's vocal spot in "Brick By Brick" and rollicking "Library Pictures" (with perhaps the worst line of their career: "well ip, dip, dog shit rock and roll", screamed by everyone up front). 

Miles Kane joined the band for a number I hadn't heard before, "Little Illusion Machine (Wirral Rider)", and added a little more charisma to the stage, working quite well with Alex and looking dapper in a velvet burgundy suit. After a fantastic helping of songs, they powerfully ripped through "When the Sun Goes Down" and left the stage without much ado. Their encore was short and sweet, commencing with the lyrical gem "Suck It and See", and then one of my favourites, "Fluorescent Adolescent", Alex spitting out the words without a hitch. They ended with Miles Kane's assistance again on "505", which, as a darker song I am not too familiar with, felt a little flat as a final send off. 

I'd seen Sydney's setlist prior to the show (as the travelling gig buddies managed to obtain a torn up copy) and it was a little disappointing for me (and moreso for them) that the band had stuck completely to it for the Brisbane gig. Whether it means anything that they don't wish to change things up each show, I'm not sure, but I would have loved to hear "Piledriver Waltz" or at least something more explosive to send us home with. But all that aside, it was a very good selection of their musical journey so far, and most of the moments I anticipated seeing live were reproduced to my satisfaction. And what better way to have such an anticipated live experience than right up front with a rowdy bunch of fellow fans? Even if it did mean needing to take Voltaren and walking around with bruised feet for the next two days. Worth it.

8 and a half hellcats out of 10.

Fleet Foxes, Tivoli Theatre, 11th of January 2012

Well folks, I was all set to transfer this blog over to Wordpress when either I clicked something to make it better or Blogger just suddenly got better. I am currently using an interface which doesn't suck and this is making an already satisfactory week even better. Congratulations for reading my thoughts blogger! (We'll see how long this lasts, and if I've broken the internet by typing the word 'blogger' into blogger.).

Now, remind me never to use the word 'folks' again, folks. 

Wednesday night was the second night of Fleet Foxes' Brisbane tour, on the back of their critically favoured second album, 'Helplessness Blues'. I'd heard just enough of the new one to discern a few enjoyable favourites, although I would describe the new one as "very Fleet Foxes", without quite as much magic as their 2008 self titled debut. Anyway, I arrived with gig posse just in time for support act Grand Salvo to start his slot, being a bearded folk singer with naught but his acoustic. As he commenced I noticed that the crowd was a quite distinct mix of old and new, with a fair serving of black-framed-glasses hipsterosity. So much so that the lady in front of us walked up to a black-framed stranger, thinking he was her black-framed husband for a few too many seconds until she found him standing on the other side of her. 

Grand Salvo with a boat

Back to the performance! While showing obvious talents on the strings of his guitar, and a sweetly tuned voice to accompany it, the consistently themed tunes he played us were also consistently melancholic-ally dull. It was clear he was chosen for the finger plucking melodic sounds that the Fleet Foxes share, but the interest value was very lacking, and I felt lulled to sleep more than pumped for the headlining band. Perhaps I'd enjoy him better as background music on a wintry afternoon. 

There was very little time to wait before the Fleet Foxes followed his departure, luckily, and frontman Robin Pecknold and company graced the stage with a visual image of stars trailing behind them. A bit of a fumble and they launched into "The Plains/Bitter Dancer" from the new record. Suddenly we were all awake, awed by the powerful crescendo of lushness, and amazingly strong harmonies, broken up by the perfectly synchronised verse chants. Another bit-too-long fumble later and they continued with "Mykonos" from their 'Sun Giant' EP. The band's pauses between songs were a little longer than expected, probably due to their preparation for each special arranged tune, as some members switched from mandolin to guitar, from double bass to flute, and so on. This was noticed by a few crowd douchebags who screeched out songs for them to play as they got ready, and most embarrassingly boganesque "YEAHYEAHH!!!"'s, dog calls, and the kind of yelling reserved for Rage Against the Machine gigs. I don't know if the perpetrators did this to be ironic or as a joke on the band, having been dragged there by others perhaps, but it wasn't funny and it even lead to Robin saying something like "That's not the way to behave in such a tasteful venue as the Tivoli theatre". Robin, drummer Joshua, and other guitarists (view fail.) were pleasantly engaging during these pauses, with relaxed banter and conversation about badly treated cymbals and the Brisbane heat. 

Christian Wargo (bass) and Robin Pecknold (beautiful, beautiful vocals)

Skuler Skjelset (lead guitar) and Morgan Henderson (most other things)

The sensational music continued with highlights from 'Helplessness Blues', including "Sim Sala Bim", "Battery Kinzie", and the lovely opening track "Montezuma". I can't express enough how perfect their harmonies and intricate instrumentals interacted together to create the most fantastic replications of their album songs. It was pristinely clear and completely un-faultable, and in combination with Robin's earnestness in his performance, was even better than on record. An array of visual patterns were projected to support the songs from time to time, and the continual rising of stars made the band look as if they were floating towards us, powered by their music. (I'm a wank.)
My favourite moments were their selection of songs from their first album, including harmony heaven "White Winter Hymnal", the brilliant "He Doesn't Know Why" (with that all powerful bridge "THERE'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTHING I CAN DOOOOOOOOOOOO..." projected to utmost satisfaction) and rollicking "Ragged Wood". To finish off before their encore, they decide to replicate the end of the new album, firstly "The Shrine/An Argument", in its layered, almost schizophrenic glory, and the quiet "Blue Spotted Tail" preluding the energetic "Grown Ocean". 

Circle of Robin

It didn't take long for them to come out again for a bit more fumbling and then a nicely packed encore. They treated us to  a lovely bunch of self-titled album songs, including constantly requested "Oliver James", (you lucky pesks), "Sun it Rises", and "Blue Ridge Mountains". Finally, as I had predicted to myself, they left us with their title song, "Helplessness Blues", which powered along fantastically leaving me slightly bittersweet that it was all about to end. Naww.
The crowd trudged out of the Tivoli with great difficulty, and a kind of speechless cloud was over me as I exited. What an amazing start to the year this performance was! Exclamation! The bar is totally set high by the FF's, and it's going to take a lot of perfection to beat this gig. My bittersweet thoughts appear to be shared, as a fellow gig attendee reported on facebook later "That was inspirational and upsetting. Acceptable and infuriating." Agreed.


9 snow topped trees out of 10. Please imagine these trees as we embrace this searing hot summer. Ahhh.

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!

Custard (as part of the Brisbane Festival), Brisbane Powerhouse, Saturday 17th September, 2011.

Last year I caught a few acts presented as part of the Brisbane festival (Dan Kelly and Ed Kuepper), and consequently ended up in one of those focus groups for cash. The group wanted to know how we thought the rather un-famous Brisbane Festival could be improved. I was the youngest and gen-y-est of the group, otherwise consistently largely of people into theatre, art, and the combination of the two (performance art) dance, cabaret, medieval role play, and circus type dealio stuff. My contribution consisted of my love of the Brisbane music scene, and how I think Brisbane festival would bring in some extra punters (particularly my demographic) if they showcased a history of Brisbane musical artists bringing to light how the Brisbane scene formed and developed. I included examples such as the Saints, LaughingClowns, Go-Betweens, Riptides, Custard, Grates, Regurgitator, and a trillion others, yes even Violent Soho. No one seemed to really care for what I was talking about, as early on in the piece many of the contributors passed off this ridiculous "alternative indie hipster" music as being ho hum and boring. But I do feel like perhaps maybe someone thought that one of the bands I mentioned would be a good idea to get involved in the festival. Because lo and behold, when this years Brisbane festival itinerary was announced, Custard was on the bill! You are welcome.

So, Custard, if you don't know, were formed not far from my current residence, and were lead by the everyman vocalist Dave McCormack, Matt Strong on guitar, Glenn Thompson on drums, and Paul Medew on bass. They left an amazing legacy behind (if you ask me) which Dave has attempted to continue through consistent projects such as the Titanics, the Polaroids, and just plain Dave, which are all great things. However it is hard not to long for that excellent combination of musicians that brought together Custard.

Custard have put on a few reunion gigs, one at the Q150 celebration (early 2010??) and the Float On Flood Benefit gig early this year. I couldn't attend either due to a clash and also a flash of ticket sales. With no clashes, and shitty advertising, I was able to safely secure a ticket for myself and parentals, to their Brisbane festival show.

Naturally due to said parentals, things had to be more complicated than they should be, and we arrived there within a few minutes of the band making it onstage. I felt quite young again! Hooray! My parents fit in like a couple of pensioners on a citytrain from Maryborough. We were seated on a grandstand which had been set up especially on the side of the Powerhouse, which filled up nicely with a bit of room to move (and dance if you were up the top). The band kicked off with Goofinder, and seconded with Pack Yr Suitcases, and it was all onwards and upwards from there, just how I imagined them to be live.

The hits came thick and fast, in between brief relaxed banter from Dave and Matt, well as relaxed as could be within the 60 minute timeframe. "Anatomically Correct", "Nice Bird," , "Pinball Les" "I Feel Like Ringo", "Alone", "Apartment", "Hit Song"... they were all there, blazing with energy and all the charm they exuded in their heyday, as if time had never passed. "Girls Like That (Don't Go For Guys Like Us)" began as fresh as the day I saw it on 'Rage', and, listening for it, I was amused by Dave changing the line "For I am considering/A move to South America" to a more relevant "A move to Wooloongabba". Nice one Dave.

I hadn't fully realized what excellent musicians they are until watching them in action together. Matt is true to his namesake as an exceptionally strong guitarist, and murdered each song with power and complete enjoyment. Glenn Thompson was equally brilliant on the drums and even David did a good job on the drums during their brief instrument swap for "Music Is Crap". And bassist Paul was superb, camping it up to perfection during their disco-esque songs to groove the audience.

swapsies!

As their last song before their rushed encore, Dave began to sing the familiar words "In discos...", the opening lines to "Caboolture Speed Lab". And so I was able to fulfill my childhood dream of rocking out in the audience to this song, sing loudly to "GET BACK INTO THE HERE AND NOW" until the end of it, then stick two fingers up in the air and scream "CABOOLTURE REPRESENT!"*. I so thoroughly enjoyed hearing such a prominent song from my younger days. Not only is it the best named song in the universe, but it is also one of their most satisfyingly catchy best.

Ending the set with a much older favourite "Bedford" and "Pluto", from their last album 'Loverama', they left the audience with broad smiles and the huge desire for more. You could see that the band themselves were also leaving with smiles and the vibe that they absolutely loved playing these songs again, and would have been happy to continue. It would have been so nice to have got a bit more than the tight set they were allowed, but the feeling of immense elation and satisfaction of such a well played, pleasing performance, took over this thought. I was so happy to have my first and perhaps (but surely not) only Custard live experience, so for that, I am grateful. The fact it was also amazing makes me a very, very, pleased young gen-y-er.

9 bowls of jelly out of 10.

*No I didn't.