The Radiohead Experience (at last.)

If you're not a Radiohead fan or a Radiohead Fan fan, then this post is not for you! Be warned as I am deeply both of these things and the amount of fangirl harping will be greater than you can handle. 

Last November (freaking 6 months ago, thanks to being a Procrastinating Polly) was the time that Radiohead finally made their way to Australia after 8 years since their last Australian tour. The last time they were in Brisbane prior to this was 1998, when I had first began to take notice of them, thanks to the hype around 1997's 'OK Computer' and Triple J Hottest 100 Volume 5 Compilation. So, this tour has been a long time coming. I was so excited that I agreed to go down to Sydney to see their Monday (12th Nov) night show  after seeing their Brisbane gig on the 9th. One of my more expensive but better decisions. 


The Brisbane Entertainment Centre wasn't going to be pleasant, but I arranged to get there as soon as humanly possible, and with brother, sister, and friends in tow, had one of the
most exciting waits of my gigging life.
Support act Connan Mockasin was pretty decent for someone having to support Radiohead, and I ended up quite enjoying their set. Then again, I was in a pretty fucking good mood.

oh my fucking god its radiohead

So the actual show. I don't want to harp on, but fuck. Radiohead live up to their cult status and expectation as a live band worth seeing. This isn't blind fandom talking, this is legitimate and honest critique; they did everything perfectly. To the point that I weirdly felt like I was just listening to their recording and Thomas Yorkus and co weren't actually in the same room as me, which in a lucky way, prevented me from screaming like a little girl. Once I got over that I relished in watching each band member do their amazing thing, from serious Phil Selway's drumming (with Portisehead's drummer Clive Deamer lending a hand) to nonchalant Johnny Greenwood with his mop top bent down low. 

The Johnny  Mop

I got the same feeling at the Sydney show, although in some ways I enjoyed it more as an opportunity to just sit back and take it all in mindfully, rather than agonise over what they were going to play next. And there was a surprising shift between playlists, making a double viewing all the more worth it.

Ed O'Brien in perfect pose

They started off both sets with a different song from the new album 'King of Limbs', and there was quite a bit of the new one in the set; songs like "Feral" and "Bloom" taking on their own new vibe as each layer of melody and rhythm built up to its full execution. Each night had a different set of favourites (e.g. "Airbag", "Street Spirit (Fade Out)" and "The National Anthem" in Brisbane; "Lucky", "Planet Telex" and "Weird Fishes (Arpeggi)" in Sydney) which were a joy to hear live. It's impossible to pick a single highlight, but one overarching positive was how much better less preferred songs became in live form, helped also by the intense accompanying light show. The epileptic chaos of "The Gloaming "was spectacular in a way not conveyed on 'Hail to the Thief', as well as explosive "Myxamatosis", with Thom spitting out the words and throwing himself around the room like a punk. And I really hadn't comprehended the power of "You And Whose Army?" until the band, with Thom on piano, trickled it out into its dramatic climax. 

Lights and music and also Thom Yorke

The bit that gave me a bit of a tear was the signature segue between encores, where Thom sidled up to a keyboard to play a small solo excerpt of Unravel, a gorgeous song by Björk (and you all know how I feel about Björk). As a fellow fan-friend exclaimed/squealed/screamed in recognition, the song slowly became "Everything In It's Right Place", with "Idioteque" finalizing the encore. This was the same both nights (except the improvised Björk) but was just as powerful a second time. Other highlights were the huge bass drums played on each side of stage by Johnny and Ed for "There There", Thom's solo vocal looping in the haunting "Give Up the Ghost", my latest favourite "The Daily Mail", and also a new song "Ful Stop", a special treat in the Sydney set.  

An upside down dancefloor for 15 Step

Each time I left on an indescribable high. Little did I know, the night after the Sydney show, that my high was about to increase. It was at a geekvention that I caught wind that Thom Yorke was djing at Good God Small Club, a short walk from our hotel. Thus our wee group of crazy fans got to experience the tail end of the man in his little rat tail and black jacket, spinning some tracks, looking like he was having a ball. We got close enough to take a few sneaky pics, and notice celebs such as Toni Collette having a dance in the VIP section. On his exit, he surprisingly walked directly past all of us. I touched his back and said something dumb, probably "good job Thom", and my brother looked paralyzed at the proximity of his long time musical idol. We couldn't believe it had happened and didn't get to sleep for a while that night.

SNEAKY PIC!

Since November, Thom has released the Atoms For Peace album 'Amok', which I have listened to quite a bit since its release. It is a meticulously put together album with a lot of repeated listening value; like Radiohead, each listen uncovers something new. While it's quite a hauntingly cold and crisp world of music within this album, there are lyrics of warmth and emotional questioning, and the clip for "Ingenue" is a playful, enjoyable watch. By the way, Thom danced up a goddamn storm on that stage, true to his performances on that Atoms For Peace clip as well as that for Radiohead's "Lotus Flower". It must also be noted how pleasant Thom appeared onstage and how much he appeared to be enjoying himself at the dj set, something I'm sure he would have shied away from 10 years ago. This wonderful interview with Alec Baldwin, along with this pleasantly puzzling 'Ask a Grown Man' video with Nigel Godrich, is further proof of how Thom is enjoying himself at the moment, not quite as afraid of being seen around town as he once may have been. Usually when artists get happy they get stagnant, but Thom is able to be in a good place and still make amazing, sensually challenging music. I am only speculating all this and have no place to make these claims of Thom's wellbeing, but my respect for this man is pretty deep. 

RADIOHEAD AMIRITE? Rating? All the minotaurs in the world out of 10! The end!

POP NOISE VS NOISE POP GIG OFF: My Bloody Valentine (Tivoli, 20th Feb 2013) VS. Deerhoof (Zoo, 1st Mar 2013)

It's a gig off everyone! Who will win between two bands I don't know enough about: veteran adored noise shoegazers MBV and quirky noise pop tunesters Deerhoof? GUITAR SOLOS OF ANTICIPATION!

My Bloody Valentine

source: thequietus.com

Every indie music fan has to respect and hopefully love this band to have any credibility (it seems), since Kevin Shields and co. propelled the shoegaze genre with their airy, wall of fuzz creations. I've only listened to Loveless a handful of times and of course the song in Lost In Translation; all enjoyable listens, all with something to come back to. Shoegaze as a genre is something a tiny little lost on me, as repetitive fuzz is a little....repetitive and fuzzy, for me. Nevertheless, I was happy to see them for their first live Brisbane show in  a million years, joining my companion after a day of excess due to my uncle's wedding.
We arrived not long before the band came onstage, greeted by a Tivoli audience not as filled out as I expected. Kev and the Gang, all looking a little old and weathered but not distastefully so, started their set with the blaring feedback filled drones of "I Only Said". We were given earplugs when we went in, and I didn't really expect to have to use them as we weren't very close, but Great Odin's raven I came close. All I could really hear was the distorted reverberating guitars, and really not much else. Even as "When You Sleep" started, the only song I proudly recognised off the bat, I still could only imagine the vocals rather than actually hear anyone sing. I know MBV is a noise band and there was definite noise, and in that manner they delivered, but due to the distortion, whether you want to blame it on the Tivoli or the band, it was difficult for this casual listener to differentiate song from song. After a tiring day, I needed more to stimulate me than just blare. 
I kept my feelings quiet until my companion shared the same ones... and sadly, during the repetition of one thunderous note during "You Made Me Realise" which could only be described as eardrum rape, we caved into our feelings and made to leave a little early. Ahh, quiet bliss. I know it's what fans of the band probably jizzed over, and reading a few reviews suggest this last (apparently TWENTY MINUTE LONG) one note session called "Holocaust" was incredible and thrilling and 'had to be there' type stuff, but for me it was more like a real holocaust, which I assume is similar to what hell is like. 
Speaking of hell, I'm probably going to reviewer hell for this, but it definitely wasn't the most enjoyable show of my life. Unfortunately MBV you get like maybe one star for being so influential to begin with. 

Really too cool to give a fuck about what I think anyway.

V.S. !!!!!!!!!!!!

Deerhoof

It turns out I have had an album by Deerhoof on my itunes for a while, but didn't pay enough attention to know how I felt about them. Turns out, I would probably dig them. This time, said companion scored some free tickets from the shop The Outpost (Save all your money and go there sometime). We headed over in time to check out a little bit of support acts Primitive Motion and all of Blank Realm. I had seen Blank Realm at Black Bear Lodge a while back and really enjoyed their sonically shifting sound, and tonight was no different. Their set was warming and empowering, a great mood setter for the night ahead. 
Deerhoof are fronted by one of the cutest ladies to hold a bass guitar, Satomi Matsuzaki. Satomi with her sweet upbeat vocals and energetic jumpy stage behaviour, held a lot of the presence onstage. The jangly pop of the band was instantly attention grabbing, and got the crowd, again quite small, moving along in time quickly. Jovial, harmonic poppy numbers accompanied noisier synthy jams, with entertaining results. Deerhoof definitely have a distinctive style, and though there were some brief change-ups in the pace and mood, it was all of a similar high energy. However, the best way to tell if a band are any good live is if you can enjoy it without knowing any of their music beforehand, and in that way they were definitely a solid live act. Knowing that neither Satomi nor a few of the other band members had any real musical background before becoming Deerhoof, also makes me want to join a band more than ever... and in that way they were also inspiring. 
Listening back, the cutesiness of the Japanese-poppy voice of Satomi is a little overpowering, but they're a band I can definitely get into. Their live show is however something you really have to see, and I was disappointed to see so few people there. Having said that, the Stone Roses were playing that same night... a band I really wish I hadn't missed (look, I'm too poor). But another defining feature of the band is how much they seemed to really enjoy just feeding off each other onstage to put on a show for us anyway, which is another thing I didn't really get from MBV. So, for an unexpectedly excellent experience, Deerhoof gets 7.5 out of 10 flashing kanye sunglasses.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! DEERHOOF WINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Oh nice, cheers Steph!

Lanie Lane @ the Hi Fi, 31st May 2012 VS Kirin J Callinan, Black Bear Lodge, 21st May 2012

VS 

BLOGFIGHT!

I've decided that part of the reason why I am so terrible at posting reviews on time is that I take far too many words to review them. Less is more, as they always say, and I don't necessarily have to take 1000 words to say something that can be better said in 500. So, concise.tight.reviews. is my plan. With that in mind, I'm going to review Lanie Lane and Kirin J Callinan in the same review, and I will decide which I liked better, and the winner gets more song plays from me! AND I'm going to be as brief as I can about both of them. 


Lanie (pronounced "Lannie", somehow) Lane, has won over Rockwiz viewers and general Australians, bad teeth and all, with her 1950's rockabilly country pop style, and all the fashion and hairstyle trimmings to accompany it. It's a selective genre, one I've not been very familiar with or really found an interest in. 
But for one parental birthday or another, I went along to the Hi Fi, Dad's favourite venue of choice (see 'Damned' review), to see her perform. Upon our arrival, the Rubens were already deep into their set, a band who is gaining a lot of momentum on Triple J at the moment. I really liked their effortlessly bluesy rock style, with a heartfelt croon which particularly stands out in their current single "Lay It Down". I even, almost, bought an EP.
Lanie was a happy, excitable young lady backed with a very exceptional band who accompanied her soulful voice well. She belted out her songs with emotion and thrill, playing guitar along with them. Throughout the tunes she threw in a couple of words about the songs, stories of love and loss, gentlemen and country livin', culminating in that one song I'd heard, "Oh Well, That's What You Get For Falling In Love With A Cowboy". Throughout the set I was very impressed with her talent and skill, and the way she and the band complemented each other so well. But I was sadly, and sorry to admit, a bit bored. The fact is, as I said, hers is not the type of music I'm that fond of, and it was really the style I was bored of. The only time it was changed up at all was during a duet with Lanie and her guitarist (Aidan Roberts), who sang a song about drugs that he had written. My parents thought it was a bit wanky, and as Lanie listed off a bunch of substances while backing Aidan's chorus, it kind of was. But it was also a very beautiful, stripped back song, that put the spotlight on Lanie's voice as well as showcasing Aidan's nicely. 
Despite my waning interest, there was a full crowd tonight, and her popularity is for good reason. The girl has talent in spades and is obviously beloved for bringing old fashioned country music to a mainstream(ish) audience. She's even supporting Jack White on his Australian Tour. So, great job Lanie, and I'm sorry I don't like you more.

Lanie: No fucks to give.

Then, a few weeks later on a Thursday night after a lovely dinner with a good friend, I accompanied my gig buddy/boyf to see Kirin J Callinan at Black Bear Lodge. I knew nothing about his old band the Mercy Arms, or himself, or what kind of music he performed (Triffids meets My Bloody Valentine was my reference point), but was happy to see something new... as I usually am!
After two support bands, one averagely ambient (DCM), and another much more entertaining and indie-licious (Nite Fields), we were both ridiculously tired. But thankfully, Kirin arrived with his super unique haircut: perfectly shaped black fringe with shaved head and very short straight mullet at the back of his neck. 
Already fans were urging him to take off his shirt, to which he replied smoothly "In time, in time". I'm not sure if it was necessary, but he kept to his word upon reminder. 
Anyway, to the music. I'm at a weird stage in my taste where I've discovered Rowland S. Howard, and now any angsty weird guy who sings with a deep voice sounds like him. I can't be objective enough to tell you if Kirin actually does, but he reminded me of Rowland anyway. Kirin had a band with him, all decked out in hospital masks, which he proudly told us he paid $2 each for. However, I'm not convinced they were necessary, as Kirin, his amazing, powerful, vibratoing voice, and his guitar that went from whispering to howling in seconds with hardly a strum, would have been enough. 
After a couple of songs (I can't tell you what they were called, and I doubt setlist.com will be able to help me), in which all ears and eyes were glued to the stage, Kirin took to a different form of entertainment: spruiking autographed framed pictures of himself. It was pretty amusing and if they weren't a bit creepy, and I had the money, I would have bought one for the heck of it. His stage presence was pretty incredible and he had a really professional, and comfortably natural way with the crowd, despite having an appearance about him that would suggest a more timid, troubled genius. 
His songs were confronting, heartbreaking, jarring, and shoegazey, and he conveyed so much with his voice, and accompanying facial expressions, it was easy to forget how tired I was and just watch the magic unfold. I was pretty well won over. They didn't have time to do a couple more as they had to drive back to Sydney, so it felt a lot shorter than it should have been, but very satisfying. 

"When I told her, I didn't love her anymore, she cried."

While his recorded stuff is good, he's really best to see live, so if he's ever around your way, do yourself a Steve Brule and CHECK IT OUT. 


Lanie gets 7 out of 10 Peggy Olson 1960 Fringes, and Kirin gets 8.5 out of 10 Kirin J Callinan 2012 Fringes. KIRIN WINS! A toast.


p.s. Ah Blogger, you were doing so well, and now you're doing weird random highlighting that I can't turn off. I apologise on behalf of blogger, readers.

Prince, Friday 18th May, Brisbane Entertainment Centre

above: probable reason why i didn't really get into prince when i was a teenager.

Prince is someone I only ever dabbled briefly in until last year, partly thanks to Dropbox (always thanks to Dropbox) and a very cheap Purple Rain cd at JB. It hasn't taken long for me to become a fan, the fan I never knew I could be. It would have been sooner had my parents ever played Prince when I was growing up, and mum could have also ended up with a ticket as well. But they DIDN'T, so I'm now one up on my parents... suckers!


Prince's tour was announced about a month before the show, leading to frantic ticket buying and yet another artist making me poor for a week, and I ended up with gold seated tickets (thx gig buddy!). The good part about a big ego musician annoyingly announcing a tour at the very last minute is that there is very little waiting to occur prior to the gig, and also meant I had 4 weeks to get familiar with as much Prince as possible. I think I did pretty well though, and in fact 'Purple Rain' has become not only a favourite so-bad-it's-good film but favorite all time album. Anyway, to the show! It was always going to be shit at the Entertainment Centre (BEC for short) but this nights show was really no exception. The parking was of course horrendous (and I still don't understand why they charge for crappy parking which isn't used at any other time) and we just made it in time for the show to start.


To start with, we were greeted with a man playing an amazingly intricate composition on classical guitar in the centre of the stage. At this point the huge video screens that were set up above the love symbol stage displayed him in pristine clarity. Then, as the guitarist switched his tune to an acoustic "Purple Rain", we noticed a hooded figure stand up at the end of the love symbol arrow and walk toward the guitarist, kneeling before him as he played, his hood leaving a long train behind him. Before our eyes, they both miraculously and gracefully disappeared underneath the stage. Where they go!? 

Not long after, the band appeared and began to play an energetic song I'd not heard (Thunderstorms??), and the music finally hit the audience with excitement racing. Prince was nowhere to be seen, until suddenly, we heard him singing and there he was, just out of nowhere, no fancy entry or anything. After such an elaborate introduction, this was not very Princey! They put on an excellent opener and then moved on from number to explosive number, not before Prince announced to the crowd.... "Hi Brisbane. I am here. Where are you." Yes, sir, you have achieved god-like status and it is well earned and accepted. Aaaaaand you know it. 


The songs were thick fast and absolutely brilliant, Prince sounding as good as he ever did, with back up singers supporting him with warmth, energy, and all sorts of interesting haircuts. I wasn't recognising much to start with, but as soon as soon as the words "Dearly Beloved.." were spoken, the audience went, well, crazy, along with me, masking his half said intro. Halfway through this superb live translation of "Lets Go Crazy", the band went brilliantly into "Delirious" and then effortlessly came back to finish off the initial song. "1999" soon followed, sadly concluding all of his songs off the title album. At this point one of my gig buddies said "THIS RIGHT HERE IS MY DREAM!", and it really was that kind of moment- hearing such a phenomenal signature song played and sang in the flesh by Prince himself in all it's ecstatic glory; it couldn't get much better than that. 

above: a medley of shitty instagram photos because prince wouldn't let me bring my camera. I 4give U tho P

After a couple more with the band, Prince went over to his piano, which had been set up with prerecorded backing tracks. He sat down and commenced a medley of bits and pieces of some of his best and most popular songs. "When Doves Cry", "Sign O the Times", "Hot Thing" and "Housequake" were included in this quick mix, as well as about five seconds of "Darling Nikki" until he stopped to say "I can't play thayat!". While it was nice to have just Prince playing around with us (hehehe), I couldn't help but feel cheated that we didn't get a big band rendition of some of my favourite songs. I also don't particularly like when artists get lazy and allow the audience to sing the chorus for them. Which he did. A fair bit. Some audience participation harmonies are fun, but I don't really pay stacks of money to hear a bunch of my neighbours yelling out a favorite line, to be honest.  


Luckily, Prince reintroduced the band for more full length songs, including the exceptional "Take Me With U", "Raspberry Beret", "Cream" (hey that's right! that song exists!), and even a Michael Jackson cover ("Don't Stop Til You Get Enough"). 

I couldn't wait any longer to use this bathroom and unfortunately left just as he took to the piano again and used its real keys to play some solo versions of songs. I missed "The Beautiful Ones", which I could hear from the bathroom stall and sounded lovely, but stopped short.  As promised, Prince finished on an extra long version of "Purple Rain" which lasted 16 minutes (not the predicted 19, how sad). He introduced it by getting the audience to start singing the 'oohs', which was difficult and high and I felt like a dickhead even trying. This didn't matter, as everyone else tried, and after a fair few minutes of broken audience voices, he lead us into the actual song. It was everything I wanted it to be, epic, tear jerking, harmonies crossing and Prince howling, huge bass drums, and a wonderfully drawn out finale. I just wish he did that one awesome riff towards the end of the song but you really just can't please me completely.

A couple of short encores followed, one involving a cover of "Everyday People" by Sly and the Family Stone, and the final encore being "Kiss". During his final moment, Prince let it all out, getting his super groove on. "Kiss" was the sexiest song of the mix he would allow, and he let himself be taken over with the song's sexiness. He was even lit up in a single spotlight ala his "rival" Michael Jackson, but instead of moonwalking, he finished on this ridiculously awesome (and, I'm going to say, better) butt thrusting dance, which momentarily made you forget he's probably well over 50. 
I have a feeling our encores were cut short, as that was that. True to BEC style, after the lights faded up we were snapped back to reality, reminding we weren't in 1984 glam city, we were in a poorly maintained, 90's built stadium building. 
I have to mention some criticisms here (other than those I've already mentioned). Firstly, the electronics were shocking. The lightshow was fun, but the spotlight was rarely on Prince and the video display (which had so much promise when the intro guitarist was playing), would either not be displaying Prince at all or have him half in shot. Sometimes it wasn't showing ANYTHING, just total darkness. I'm not sure if this was Prince's decision to avoid being photographed (I had to ditch my camera for this reason, and hence had to go back on Sunday to retrieve it, forgetting I'd done so) or BEC requiring some better cameramen (if that was the case, I could recommend about 10 right now). What a waste of technology. Secondly, as per normal BEC events, the sound could have been way, way better, and naturally was not. I need to just have a disclaimer before every BEC show to prevent the usual whinge..  oh GOD I really hope something changes for Radiohead in November. 



Despite its flaws, Prince was a lot of money well spent, and I regret snapping up a ticket for the next weekend, as well as being too tired /lazy/ movingoutthenextday to catch his magnificent after party shows at the HiFi and also at... um... Eaton's Hill. Someone better have shown Prince where the better parties are at while he was here.


A lot of whingeing, but a solid, memorable show, helping to escalate my newfound fandom. 8 phallic guitars out of 10. 

A short and sweet Elbow Review: Saturday, 24th March 2012, The Tivoli.

I want to just briefly post about my last Elbow gig in March, as I've already reviewed them, and this performance was essentially song-for-song identical as the Enmore gig I first reviewed. Regardless, there are things to be said about this performance, and while I'm in danger of sounding like an obsessed and crazed band groupie, I have to tell you how good they were. 
I only caught the tail end of Bombay Bicycle Club, as gig buddy and I decided that the jazz band at Black Bear Lodge were good enough to sit through most of during pre-drinks. A little bit of research tells me they were the Low Down Jazz Quintet. They were really quite entertaining and their smooth sounds, coupled with the rustic feel of Black Bear, with corner tables and real candles, overlooking a bustling city, made me feel like I was in some 1950's lounge bar in New York. I also now want to be the singer of a jazz band. 

Anyway, Elbow. Oh Elbow. I was really excited to see them for the third time, and despite not trailing off the same setlist as last year's, they did not disappoint in the slightest. Frontman Guy Garvey was all charm as usual, perhaps telling the same stories as usual but with fresh spark and excitement to be there, and keeping us all amused. He also gave annoying hecklers (we heard you yell 'MANCHESTERRRR!' the first time) what for, not being afraid to tell them to shut the hell up. 
The weird thing about me and Elbow is I actually dearly love their earlier albums (especially 'Asleep In the Back', one of my favourite albums of all time), over their newer ones, while I do love them also. Over the past few years, none of these songs are touched on in favour of Mercury prize winning 'Seldom Seen Kid', and latest 'Build a Rocket Boys'. Remember, I love these albums as well, both are stunning pieces of work, they just lack the darker, more mysteriously complex and brooding side of Elbow that their first ones contain. Basically, Elbow are much happier lads these days and it shows. But what really helped me have the  ultimate best time at this concert, was that I am a much happier lady these days, and I can actually relate to the jovial, schmaltzier stuff that they are all about in their live show. It's of course not all love stories and 'today is grand!' moments, and those sweetly melancholic songs they go back to e.g. "The Night Will Always Win", and "Puncture Repair", are enough to bring a little moisture to the eyes. So ending on the uplifting "One Day Like This", is a necessary move, because it ensures their audience leaves with an ultimate high and smile on their face, and that they reflect on the night as a performance to remember.
I haven't even mentioned how GOOD the band is, how precise and delicate and moving their musical performance is, and how fucking emotive and delighting Guy's voice is. It's this, combined with their obvious love of performing, which completely gets me, and even if I'd probably die of joy if they played "Newborn" or "Asleep in the Back" from their debut, I'm still enamoured by their performance every damn time. They're not hip hop or indie rock or ambient-electronic aficionados go-to band by any means, but dammit they're probably the best live band I've ever seen and should be rewarded as such.
Anyway, here are some piccies!

'Mirrorball'. Schmaltz.

oh heavens.

'Weather to Fly'. Still much better than on record.

probably some audience participation bizo or whatev

If you love Australia so much why don't you marry it.

9... and a half... armpits out of 10. 

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.)

BIG DAY OUT 2012, Gold Coast Parklands, Sunday 22nd of January 2012 (Mostly, Kanye West.)

This year's Big Day Out may well mark the most significant point in the demise of the music festival as we know it. From it's very inception it was fraught with major issues. The 20th anniversary of one of Australia's first and most popular festivals should have been celebrated with a suitable lineup of killer must-see headliners, and a generous variety of excellent local bands- in every state. 

Instead we were treated to international acts that had already made it to Splendour not six months prior (e.g. Kanye West, Foster the People, The Vaccines), and the usual run-of-the-mill or past-their-prime local filler (The Living End, Hilltop Hoods, Faker, etc.). Furthermore, the depressingly gaping holes in the Perth and Adelaide schedules where headliners should have filled; unnecessary clashes (sorry Noel Gallagher); and a way-too-public falling out between promotors Viv Lees and Ken West (Ken West having done a Charlie Sheen with the amount of mental interviews he gave, spitting criticism at everyone but himself) also made the formulation of this year's festival a spectacular disaster.

So.. why the hell did I attend?

Well, 2 reasons. 1. Kanye West was announced, and I had missed his show at Splendour that year. and, 2. My sister wanted to have her first festival experience with her friends, which became her christmas present, and it was deemed easy for mum to give us all BDO tickets for christmas, since us Fornasier children were now all infected with the Kanye virus. I would definitely not have spent money on this event (which, as you would expect, didn't even sell out). So, there I went. 

We started the day by checking out the Triple J Unearthed competition winners Dunerats. Already well into their set they were a smiling bunch of young fellas with long hair and a hazy, breezy attitude. Their music was of an Eddy Current Suppression Ring venacular with a dash of Tame Impala, with very casual subject matter: frontman X introducing one of his songs as being about "smoking cones and playing Xbox". They played well and had a pleasantly grungy feel, but I couldn't help but wonder if they were seriously the best band out of all of the competition entrants.

The Vaccines were a winner with the crowd who gathered thickly by the time they came on, and did a great job playing their top listed album of the year, 'What Did You Expect From the Vaccines?'. I had only just got it a few weeks ago and had no chance to give it a really fair go, but they pumped out a fantastic set showcasing the songs from it brilliantly. The more they played the more songs I recognized, now being one of those bands that play all those enjoyable songs I'd heard but didn't know the artist's name. The musicians were tight and mop topped frontman Justin Young was enigmatic, and replicated his signature drone excellently live. Crowds went crazy for their biggest hits e.g. "Post Breakup Sex", "Wolf Pack", but we left for OFWGKTA before they played gig buddy's most anticipated, "If You Wanna". 

I decided long ago, after giving them a decent go, that I didn't really care for the Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All / Tyler the Creator/ Lets throw a few more words in that don't go together crew. Call me a stiff, but I don't have much time for annoying abrasive beats, yelling and lyrics about rape and killing homos and whatever else they've pissed Tegan and Sara off with. But the crew was keen so I bit my tongue. And after seeing their show... I really still don't like Odd Future. While they certainly got the crowd moving and were able to somehow generate energy even while lazing around onstage, they sounded awful, barking together words I couldn't understand (thankfully) and generally being quite average. The sound may have been better closer up, but the only beat or sound I could decipher was was on the crowd pleaser "Radicals" with it's poignant chorus "Kill people, burn shit, fuck school". I was happy to leave for Kimbra. 

Kimbra was dressed in a manner that suggests she is attempting to do a Blasko and become NZ's answer to Björk in terms of quirk and style. Her colourful dress was pretty out there and she wore it with confidence that matched her onstage antics. I'm not the biggest fan of Kimbra's music, while I have much love for "Cameo Lover" and "Settle Down", I don't quite get the huge deal and find her slightly boring on record. However, watching her perform made me appreciate her a whole lot more and she managed to win me over a little. Kimbra threw her whole self into her performance, articulating every consonant and vowel with so much passion and facial expression. As a result, her voice was an exquisite centrepiece of each song, and completely enhanced the well performed music. It was a thrill to watch her completely enjoy herself doing this. I still don't think she could succeed in her quirk attempt because I doubt Blasko nor Björk could get away with saying things like “You guys hot down there 'cause it's a bit warm up ere!” and “Wow, I'm so glad you guys know my songs, it was a bit 'eavy goin' for a while there!” But that's part of why Triple J and the rest of Australia adore her.

After Kimbra it was Röyksopp time at the Boiler Room, and my turn to lead my group into more unfamiliar waters to them. We missed a few key tracks (grr, "Happy Up Here" and "Eple" would have totally got me grooving) and turned up in time to hear "The Girl and the Robot". Because it's hard to get Robyn and the girl from the Knife and Lykke Li, it's easier to get a girl dressed with her face hidden to sing so she could be any one of those girls. She did sound pretty good though, which made me wonder if she was actually miming to a backing track. As for the music, it all sounded pretty excellent even though we were so far back from the front. As the beats built up and dropped, the effect was excellently satisfying and it was impossible not to jive my feet along along with my head. Even the people with me who weren't big on the Royksopp club scene expressed enjoyment. And the assortment of weird insect-esque costumes enhanced the experience that little bit more.

After a relaxing sit at the Tony Hawk Vert Ramp, which was rained out prior to Tony's actual entry on to the ramp, we made our way to the D where Kasabian was just commencing their set. It was very, very weird not having to wait even a second to get through the barrier to the moshpit, where in previous years people were being crushed all over the place trying to get in, much earlier in the day than it was now. 
Kasabian came on stage brooding a bit of smug wankery but generally delivering quite well with their distinctive britpop. They successfully pumped out a pretty decent collection of songs from all four of their albums, hooking the crowd in early with "Days Are Forgotten (from the latest, 'Velociraptor') then later favourites, "Shoot the Runner" and "Underdog". Naturally the set was very hit-driven, including of course their most Sunday Sport friendly, "Fire" as their prestige, but most surprising were the couple of selections from their first self titled album. It's the album I had first enjoyed, after picking it up on a whim so many years ago, and it was nice to hear them play the much more beats-driven  "Club Foot" and singalong "L.S.F (Lost Souls Forever)". I've heard people criticize them for this, as it did kind of drag the momentum down for everyone else, but I was enjoying it. 


I'm not going to lie though, I cheered pretty hard when Kasabian walked off stage, mostly because it meant Kanye West would be playing very soon. Oh, after Soundgarden. 
For those who don't know, Big Day Out houses the headlining acts in two side by side stages, so that when the band on one side plays, the other next to it can soundcheck and be ready to play when the first finishes. Soundgarden was on the stage I wasn't waiting at, and for that reason I'm not going to review Soundgarden. Not only was I paying very little attention to them, but I've never been a fan and would be very biased, particularly as I was in 'lets get this shit cray muffukkas, ha!?' hip hop mood, not 90's Seattle grunge headbang mood.


Now, I'm no fool when it comes to BDO's scheduling boasting no gaps in between the two main stage acts. Kanye West (or Yeezy, if you're not sure who Yeezy is) is not going to take a few seconds to check everything is in order before prancing onstage saying 'how ya doin' brisbayne!!'. Also, I've rarely been to a show in which there wasn't at least a 20 minute wait for the next band to come on. So when 10 minutes passed before anything happened, I wasn't that bothered. I was excited along with my group, who had managed to gather in a prime spot, enhancing our collective excitement. The rest of the crowd, however, was already FUCKING PISSED OFF. As roadies came on and off, people began to scream "FUCK OFF!" as well as begin the most embarrassing chant of the bogan audience world; "BUUUUUULLLLSHIT". I couldn't restrain myself from yelling "SHUT UP!" back at them, horrified that all they would achieve was piss off the people trying to get the show happening, and of course, Kanye himself, who may well take offence (who knows, he's Kanye, he's been an unpredictable fellow in the past). Meanwhile, the whingey girl on my right had joined them, which made me even angrier. As she constantly complained that she was going to faint and this was ridiculous and she didn't even like Kanye that much anyway, everyone gave her a wide berth; which meant she had more space and air than anyone else in the mosh. But on and on she went, until she finally had enough and got herself pulled out (thank christ). UNSOLICITED ADVICE: If you don't really like the main act at a festival and you find yourself in a mosh pit, it's not worth it. Don't be in the mosh pit. Leave us fans to battle it out silently. Thankyou. 
Anyway, forty minutes actually went by before we had any indication that Yeezy was about to come out. The speakers had apparently been screwed up by the rain (oh the questions, why weren't they covered, why couldn't you have told us that earlier, blah blah blah), leading to the delay, but luckily, five minutes later, thank god the lights began to dim. 

The performance started with a backing intro of "H.A.M." off Kanye/Jay-Z's 'Watch the Throne', with a frenzy of dancers leaping around the stage in schizophrenic time with the music. Oh the joy and excitement! My year of becoming completely involved with Kanye's music was finally going to culminate in a hell of a stage show. This lead into "Dark Fantasy", and a moment of confusion where we could hear Yeezy's voice, but where was he? Not on the stage... Not in the audience... Oh look, turn around everyone! He's on a podium chair behind the audience. Why? Why not. This was his version of Michael Jackson's jetpack onstage entrance I suppose. He sang on his podium and then when the song finished he somehow found his way down through to the stage without getting mugged. Straight on into "Power", it was so very worth the 45 minute wait. I ended up flinging myself around with the crowd fully expressing my built up excitement for this moment. 

yeah we know you think you are God... and that's okay. 

The music was mostly backing tracks throughout, but made more effective with Kanye's thundering vocals, the momentum built quickly and shot through. As each song began it was a joyous moment, with "Jesus Walks", "Hell of a Life", "Monster" and "Flashing Lights" allowing the crowd to very easily forgive him for the delay. The show was as big as his ego, i.e. enormous, and it was just what I had hoped for. 
There were a couple of downsides however... One being, it was a bit odd not hearing the guest singers do their cameos. Of course it would have been impossible to get this to happen live, and I hadn't come to see Nicki Minaj so I wasn't that bothered, but the way it was handled was a bit disappointing. Instead of Kanye singing over it or doing a Royksopp (see earlier), they just canned those parts all together. Which did not allow for the same impact as these songs promised (e.g. see lady parts in "Monster", "ET" (which is Katy Perry's, so an odd choice anyway), and "All of the Lights"). 
The other down point was when Kanye went into '808's and Heartbreaks' mode. 808's is a stunning album and the first time I began to think Yeezy was actually of creative merit, however, it's a bit overshadowed by autotune and moping. Hence, not excellent for a festival performance. After three in a row "Love Lockdown", "Say You Will" and "Heartless", there was a collective feeling of discomfort and slight boredom at the downtempo material. The momentum took a while to build back up again. Kanye also used a lot of autotune in the show, which to me was a bit unnecessary- Cher may have needed it, but he really doesn't.
ANYWAY. It was good to hear some older songs I hadn't been too familiar with, including "Homecoming" which I didn't even realise I liked so much (luckily, you can't get rid of a guest vocal bit if it's the damned chorus), "All Falls Down" and "Through the Wire". It was also no Kanye show without a bit of amusing banter, for example when he stopped "All of the Lights" to command us to sing the words "MJ gone, our ni**a dead" again, louder, don't we realise that MJ IS GONE??!?. Similarly amusing was the breath-stopping moment when in between songs he suddenly came out with "She said, Ye can we get married at the maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall?" ("Niggaz in Paris" lyrics off 'Watch the Throne'), then laughed and said he better not do it without Jay-Z, hinting at a possible Australian 'Watch the Throne' tour. Yes pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.

The crowning and perhaps most anticipated moment however was when the dancers came onstage with a giant sheet and spent a lot of minutes dancing underneath, until the sheet cloud went away and Kanye emerged, set up with his lone synth on a small glass podium, ready for "Runaway". He began to play his one note, with all the passion one note can exude. The music came on soon relieving him of this job (good work Kanye! Couldn't have done it without you!) and he let himself muck around with the sample keys a bit too freely (for the "who gotcha!" moments in the song). Like a big kid being allowed to play his pretend keyboard at an orchestral performance, it was hilarious. 

The dancers were excellent and recreated the scene in the filmclip beautifully. As the song died down, one dancer remained, and Kanye continued with ad-libbed crooning, which extended into what felt like a ten minute rant about how "if you love someone tonight, you gotta hold them tight!" It was a sweet message, but it was incredibly indulgent and went on for too long, alienating the audience a little.
His final moments redeemed him however, with the Bonny Bear collaboration "Lost In the World", which I went cray for, as most people around me seemed too tired to bother. He ended on a lovely dedication to his mother, being of course "Hey Mama", which actually brought sobs to a few young girl's eyes. 


Oh man, what a day. I was so grateful that Kanye made up for lost time by playing for about 2 hours, although this meant a few people had to leave early to make their shuttle buses. I could have stayed for another 2 hours, despite how exhausted I was for the next two days. Despite all it's expected, indulgent flaws, Kanye's show was just so thrilling, and the most memorable show of the day, as I expected.


As a whole, BDO was a terribly organised event, but wouldn't it be great if all BDO's had that small a crowd?  It made places easier to get to, food and drinks quicker to get (despite me losing all my drink tickets at one point), and crowds easier to enjoy. As a result, I had a fabulous day. 8 out of 10 australian flag bikinis*.

And I bow down to you back, sir.

*Because in previous years you could see about 1000 of these!