Perth, Western Australia
A panda walks into a restaurant, sits down, and orders a sandwich. He eats the sandwich, pulls out a gun, and shoots the waiter dead. As the panda stands up to go, the manager shouts, "Hey! Where are you going? You just shot my waiter, and you didn't even pay for your sandwich!"
"Hey, man, I'm a PANDA!" the panda shouts back. "Look it up!"

The manager opens his dictionary and reads:

Panda: A tree-dwelling marsupial of Asian origin, characterized by distinct black and white colouring. Eats shoots and leaves.

I wish I could make claim to that joke. It's so fitting for this upcoming post - Sandwiches and Pandas.

Well if you've been listening to the radio this week you might have already guessed that this post is about The Panda Band. They've just released their debut LP, 'The Vital Chapter', and, having just gazed into my crystal ball I saw that it's the 2006 Australian album of the year. Unfortunately I think my crystal ball has been playing up (did anyone else just feel a chill go up their spine?) - hey, at least it knows good music.

This album is not short of pure brilliance. On first listen I was immediately reminded of albums such as Sgt. Pepper's and Islands - Return to the Sea. It is bright and refreshing psychedelic rock; full of horns, strings and a wonderful percussion section. It's as cute as the name of their band suggests. For a long time I thought this type of music was limited to North America but with bands like these guys and up and comers, The Paper Scissors, Australia has little to worry about.

And on that note I'd like to thank all the bands who played last Thursday night. The Dardanelles, Roger Explosion, Team Extreme Team, Kids in Colour and The Paper Scissors. A great night was had by all so thank you very much. Also a big ups to Meg for Saturday's Rebel Rebel gig. It's great to see Sydney's top night club hosting indie nights. Who'd have thought that a couple of years ago? They would have laughed and told you that your crystal ball was broken.

From Sleepy Little Deathtoll Town EP (buy here)
The Panda Band - Sleepy Little Deathtoll Town (EP Version)
The Panda Band - Fools 'n' Sharks

The Panda Band's MySpace (Listen to some songs on their new album there)

The Vital Chapter is available from iTunes.

Labels: Perth, The Panda Band

A SINCERE APOLOGY TO EVERYONE OUT THERE, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UP AND READABLE LAST NIGHT BUT OUR WEB HOST DECIDED TO HAVE A SPACK ATTACK. SO NOW WITH MY SMOKE SOAKED NOSTRILS AND MUSTY BOOZE BREATH I PRESENT TO YOU: DAMN ARMS. HAVE A READ AND A LISTEN! ALSO A BIG THANKYOU TO THE DARDANELLES, PAPER SCISSORS, ROGER EXPLOSION, TEAM EXTREME TEAM AND K BABY FOR SANDWICH CLUB LAST NIGHT IT WAS WAY COOL. ANYONE WHO DIDNT GET DOWN TO CANDYS MAKE SURE YOU DO NEXT TIME AS WE WERE OVERWHELMED WITH THE TURNOUT. THIS IS GOING TO BE REALLY BIG IN THE FOLLOWING MONTHS SO WATCH THIS SPACE! ANYWAYS ON WITH THE BLOG.


What a day. I have been staring at a computer screen for the past few days and poured enough Visine eyedrops down my tear ducts to make even the biggest stoner look like a pussy. Tonight I feel I have earned my brewskies these last few weeks and what better place to have them than with all of you kool kats @ The Sandwich Club's cool room CANDYS APARTMENT. No doubt you have been bombarded with the emails (if you haven't then you'd bloody well want to be after this night. Oh yes THERE WILL BE SANDWICHES!

So sitting in my Dr Evil swivel chair watching my hot scando, or is she American (love you Abby) fashion consultant pull out all my possible outfits for tonight I was trying to think what music would best get my loins ready for a night such as this. The next track came through the speakers. It sounded like an orchestra, Bowie, Primal Scream and My Bloody Valentine (a fave of mine at the moment) had got a room for the night and had a mass orgy. Of sounds of course. Iewwwwwwwww! DAMN ARMS are from Melbourne and have set themselves apart from the bewildering amount bands that we have blogged. Their music makes you feel alive, like you just want to stand up, shut up and flay your limbs around in the least coordinated, but expressive way. If you don't believe me put it this way, it made my extremely saucy fashion assistant come alive and move with more sexiness than I had ever seen her move before and she doesn't even exist!

They've toured the UK with TEST ICICLES & HELP SHE CANT SWIM. Toured AUSTRALIA with THE KILLS [USA], THE (INTERNATIONAL) NOISE CONSPIRACY [SWEDEN] and SOMETHING FOR KATE. Played shows with LIARS [USA], WHIRLWIND HEAT [USA], SPANKROCK [USA], THE DRONES & HARD-ONS. All these reputable bands have rubbed off on these guys in one or the other and have no doubt provided them with the experience to perform and make some of the least suitable toe tapping tunes I have heard for a while. So have a listen to these Damn Arms and get ready for tonight, its going to be killer. Bring the fun and you imagination. We hope that some of you come and say hi to the Sandwich Club Crew. We get lonely dancing up the front. Just look for me, I will be in the 'White Goodman' leather jumpsuit (Dammit I told you I need a fashion assistant!)

Damn Arms - Please pass me my anti-robotics.mp3
Damn Arms - Test Pattern.mp3
Damn Arms Website
Damn Arms Myspace
Buy Damn Arms' new 6 Track Ep here
It is insane!

Labels: Damn Arms

LATE ADDITION... TONIGHT!
Ohhh we can't wait to show you these guys: TEAM EXTREME TEAM! from Illawara will be shredding up the backroom tonight @ The Sandwich Club, Club Night.
With their golden locks and tight leather pants these guys will be bringing you back to the days of Halen and cheap 80's teen flicks. These guys are not to be missed. Come see why people travel over 4 hours to get to one of their gigs.

Rockin With Wolfgang - Team Extreme Team
Von Metch - Team Extreme Team
Team Extreme Team MySpace

Final lineup for tonight:
The Dardanelles, The Paper Scissors, Roger Explosion, Team Extreme Team & Kids in Colour DJ's

That's $10 for 4 killer bands, a DJ and the company of good people. Kicks off 9ish. See you at Candy's (details on the right toolbar)

Labels: Dardanelles, Roger Explosion, Team Extreme Team, The Paper Scissors

Ok because I'm on the wrong side of the technological smart normal curve I happened to stuff up the mp3 link to one of my favourite songs... Please forgive me for being special!
Normally I'd just patch it up without telling anyone just to save the embarrasment but in this case I make an exception - it's just too damn good. Anyway, it's fixed now and you can grab it off the post below (the song 'We Don't Walk'). Also there's a link to buy the EP down there too... it's my fave for the year so far.

Labels: Dardanelles, Interview, Roger Explosion, The Paper Scissors

Montpellier, France
So last week I was stuck on a cruise ship on the Mediterranean. Don't get me wrong, I had a good time, it was just not all the time. Yes, there were a few moments where I was bored out of my mind. Traveling all day and night just to get to a port and then staying at that port for a few hours then leaving again to do it all again - THERE IS ONLY SO MUCH BRIDGE ONE MAN CAN PLAY WITH OLD PEOPLE. My saviour? Euro television. 25 channels and only one in English (BBC World - I am like sooo well educated on world affairs right now).

Flicking through all the tits and arse and dirty euro sanchez moustaches I happened to come across a French acoustic music show. At first I was a little weirded out by the guy playing the timpanis and the water bowl - I'm serial. He was splashing water in a bowl to make swimming noises. Once I accepted the strangeness of the French I was immediately drawn to the beautiful music that was played. A haunting female voice, creepy strings complimented with a dreamlike percussion section. It was peaceful yet powerful at the same time. The artist? Emilie Simon and she is amazing. I'm sitting here listening to her latest album Vegetal and although there are quite a few almost unlistenable songs here, the majority of this album is damn excellent. She seamlessly switches between English and French (oh I looove that accent) just as well she switches between the styles of music played. From folk to pop to classical music - she has many varied influences and reminds me of Bjork. Don't let that deter you! (99.9% of people loath Bjork - 0.1% worship her*) She is worthy of sitting in your music collection. Here's a couple of tracks off Vegetal.

Emilie Simon - Never Fall In Love
Emilie Simon - Fleur de saison

Emilie Simon MySpace

Hey and I also just tracked down a video from that show - Hey, moron! Hey! Moron! Duh! L-L-Look at me. I'm th-th-the waterboy. Duh! I got a wooden spoon! Duh!

Now time listen to some Nashville Pussy before I turn all 'girlie' on you....

*The Baron's Bureau of Statistics 2006

Being more twitchy than a cheerleader with tourettes the past few days I have given up work for the night. Nothing on TV. I have seen every DVD in my collection (which is considerably sizeable) a squillion times. Not really into my book at the moment. My skatey is rooted from the last time I rode in the wet and my eyes were shrivelling up like sundried tomatoes from staring at Photoshop and Indesign all day. F#%K what is going on? I just wanted to whack on some headphones and kinda immerse myself in noise. So guess what happened? Thats right (jeeze you Sandwich Club faithfull are onto it) I found Podly and before you could say "I have a lovely bunch of coconuts" the phones were in and I was solid gone. Tape loops, drum change ups, a humming synth and gritty guitar foldbacks did laps in my noggin. The goo upstairs started to form colours to the music of STRAIGHT TO VIDEO. I guess this four piece from Adelaide had the inside of our eyelids in mind for a canvas because my eyes conjured stuff that the worlds biggest 'iTunes Visualizer' would shit itself over...........ratatatatatatatatatatat of the iPod clickwheel.

A suitable bandname for such an experience in colour coded sound would have to be LOVE STEREO, also from Adelaide. Ambers and Scarlets were replace by Azzure Blues and Prime Greens. My 'Woodstock hippy whoa man' experience continued, but on a more subdued level. I was wooed by the same foldback as before but with a softer, more melodic, tube amplifier drift of noise. Considering they are only a relatively young band, these stereo lovers come across as polished as a prep school pupil's Clarks. My twitchiness was finito.

Thanks to these two radelaide bands I've discovered a new system of music classification. Screw this 'Post Chai Latte New Wave Psychedelia'. Its quite simple really......

Straight to Video - Minimal World.mp3 (sounds like Red)
Myspace
Website

Love Stereo - On The Rocks.mp3 (sounds like Blue)
Myspace
Website

What do yah reckon? Eh?......EH? Right then, maybe I'm outta my lunchbox.

Labels: Adelaide, Love Stereo, Straight To Video

Sydney, Australia
Sydney is cold and wet. It’s the middle of winter. Almost to the day.
Yet tonight I put on a disc that I bought a while back, and the little guy inside of me jumped 3 foot in the air and punched the sky.
The music reminded me of something.
Splendour In The Grass is 4 days off.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t from a band that’s playing in Byron. Rather, the music I played simply evoked a weird nostalgia. A feeling that I’ve had at Splendour. It’s a feeling I also had at Suite505 about 2 months ago when I saw Resurrectors play.

I’d been told about Suite505 once or twice, briefly. I knew it was in Surrey Hills. It turned out harder to find than a burrito in Burma. After braving a rustic elevator and following a maze of corridors I got there. A funky warehouse studio with beanbags, Chinese lanterns, posters, a band, and more feng shui than you could poke a stick of incense at.

Nestled amongst the jungle in the corner, was the stage. It was packed with brass and strings. I remember looking around at the mixed bag that was the audience. Punks, suits, indie kids, jazz cats, glams, rastas..... and me.
On every face, a smile. A big fuck’n smile.

Resurrectors are a nine piece dub reggae group with members from all over the world, but based in Sydney. And their vibe hit me like that first icy cold Ribena on a summers day. I don’t think there is any way to pay justice to their live show. It’s understated, flawlessly rehearsed and simply emanating contentment. I figure they’re just a bunch of people that love music and are kind enough to let punters sit around and listen to them jam.

Here’s some songs off their album Healing, which will be undoubtedly be accompanying me on the road to Byron. The last track had everyone up skankin’ their shizz!

Resurrectors - Let Rhythms Flow
Resurrectors - Deep
Resurrectors - Rasta Live

Resurrectors MySpace

Sometimes smiling and bopping isn’t enough. Any song I hear from Mexican/Irish duo Rodriguez y Gabriela, makes me want to add fruit to goon and dance like a madman. If your foot isn’t tapping after listening to these, see your doctor. You probably have motor neurone syndrome.

Rodrigo y Gabriela - Tamacun

Rodrigo y Gabriela – Diablo Rojo

Rodrigo y Gabriela MySpace

Labels: Resurrectors

Hello, bonjour, ciao, hallo, hola, مرحبا, eh? Yes, I'm at the end of my whirlwind round the world tour about to board a plane back to Sydenee (the last word is hello in Canadian). Anyway, its been a while since I've checked the beloved blog and alas!, there's been no post since Friday! I apologise... this will never happen again friends. Well since I have not listened to anything new in the last few weeks (no that's a lie - but sheesh, I spent most of this time in Italy... is that enough said? - sorry Italian readers... Please prove me wrong!) I'm going to post some of my favourite tunes that may have slipped under the radar in Australia - some reasonably well known artists with lesser known songs and some reasonably unknown artists with unknown songs - make sense? Nup? Enjoy anyway! (Click on artist name for their myspace site - slightly confusing I know)

Simian - La Breeze
Of Montreal - I Was Never Young
The Coral - Dressed Like A Cow
Porcupine Tree - Trains
The Ebb and Flow - Firefly (Right click to save this one)
The Dude - Kiss Me

Sydney, Australia
As far as sandwiches go, THE GOONS OF DOOM are the moldy old roll you made when you stumbled home off ya neck after a rawkus night on the turps watching some pirate band like McLusky. You pour on whatever’s left in the fridge… cheese, peanut butter, lettuce, ham, all work a treat that time of night… take it into your bedroom super-excited but then pass out and forget about it until you finally pick up on the vile stench under the bed a month later. The Goons are a rabid bunch of bog-rat surf punks dosed with a bit of Euro-spunk to hide the smell. A satisfying feed for those sick of the once hearty, Harper/Johnson vegan falafel wrap genre, which somewhere along the line turned into a reconstituted, tasteless plastic drink from an offensively colourful juice bar, smugly served by some asshole gym junkie with a smirk.

They’re pretty rough, and let’s be honest, average upon first inspection, but you scrape off that fungus, forget the salmonella and find that with the Goons you’ve got yourself something different. Those ingredients you never in your sober mind thought could work together somehow do. Its not a 120₤ Wagyu beef burger but it does the trick, and you can save those pesos for booze ya bozo. They’re touring now so get down to the grog shop, buy that goon bag and watch surf shredder Ozzie Wright the Wizard of Death, Cutthroat Cowboy, Vaughan Dead, Killerwhale and the chanteuse shrills of Bang Bang Bunny Fang stink it up at a venue near you.

The Goons Of Doom - It Stinks
The Goons Of Doom - The Ass Kisses The Face

And there's plenty more where that came from at The Goons' MySpace and their website.

Labels: Goons Of Doom

Sydney, Australia
"Emotional content Daniel-son, not anger."
"Hwayah!"
I was thinking the other day that the greatest Karate master of all time, Mr Miyagi, not only had passed on this wisdom enriched statement to his understudy but to all bands that have a knack of tugging a heart string, jerking a tear or pulling a crowd. Yes I watched Karate Kid I and II (III was shit, as the understudy did not have any 'miyaginess' to her - lame). I was bewildered by such a small, frail man hammering nails into walls with one crisp strike just as skillfully as he caught flies in mid air with his chopsticks! Finesse combined with power, charged with emotional content. What a combo!
Listening to the productions of Sydney band MIYAGI, that are more than music, I instantly found myself dwelling in the mindspace of a Karate master. My first listen was "I Believe Theres Something Us Belivers Can't Believe In". Smooth, syncopated, rhythmic movements were flowing from my brain to my limbs (that weren't able to execute with the same level of finesse as what brain intended). I vanished from my desk for a moment. The infinite layers of guitars and electro-samples flirted with the percussion riffs, begging them to follow as each band member evoked a certain amount of emotional content from each of their instruments.
Continuing on this journey of sound and movement I listened to "Bathroom Floor" (my fave) where, simultaneously, the instruments reach a tantric like high (instruments have G spot? I thought it was a myth? W.T.F?). The guitars dipense with their bows (as in 'violin' bows) and pick up plectrums and a more vibrant pace as the percussion says "time for your body to jive". Cowering to its command your body says "hmmokay!".

Miyagi - I Believe Theres Something Us Belivers Can't Believe In

Miyagi myspace

NEXT GIG:
The Hopetoun, Sydney, July 21 @ 8pm.

Clearly these boys from Sydney have no qualms about chopping and changing sounds and styles. On the whole an experience to say the least. Although they are unsigned, I feel that the talent of these guys commands copius amounts of respect, way more than just some band trying to get airplay on myspace. At the end of it all, limbs 'lactic acidly' flopped and my mind left wandering, I couldnt help but anticipate hearing Miyagi belt out their sound to a live audience. They certainly get back to the rawness of what music is about: Movement, emotion and satisfying the senses. Something that Mr Miyagi would be proud of.

Labels: Miyagi, Sydney

Fitzroy, Melbourne
Call me a loooser, but I found a welcome distraction today in calculating the average length of THE MOTIFS songs to be 1:33. I felt guilty for procrastinating at work, yet again. Then I smiled when I actually listened to these songs and realised the work I'm supposed to be doing doesnt mean squat to me anyway.
These colourful homemade gems will encourage you to appreciate the simple things in life, and allow you to explore the inner-reaches of one girl's sensitve soul, and relate in a surprisingly simple way. One delicate voice floats above a subtle medley of instruments and harmonies, where even the tentative handclaps on Jour de fete have their own endearing charm.
The motifs will make you want to hug your friends, and apologise for anything bad you've ever done by anyone. They'll make you smile, then cry, then want to do more with your life. It is music to accompany any situation you find yourself in, and help crystalise the feelings you're having trouble understanding. If you've just had your heart broken, it will offer hope that theres plenty more fish in the sea, or if you're falling in love, it will remind you of the reasons why, such is the versatility of emotions evoked by these songs.
And to use her own words to sum up the way I feel about The Motifs, 'I'm so glad of the simple way you appeal to me, you were perfect in every way ... you were perfect in every way'.
A heart-melting highlight for me this year.

The Motifs - Set Of Wheels
The Motifs - None Of Them
The Motifs - Jour de Fete
The Motifs - Every Way

The Motifs have generously donated a bouquet of mp3s to workers and lovers on myspace.

Labels: Melbourne, The Motifs, Tom

Sydney, Australia
If you haven’t seen ALTONA live yet, I’m assuming you’ve spent the last few months haunting the Ticketek office asking when Shannon Noll is touring again – because you can’t be a fan of great live music in this fine city and not have come across these four noisy boys on a stage somewhere during the last year. They’ve been supporting Faker, Expatriate and most recently the Cants, among others, and also found time to leg it down to Melbourne for a few dates before selling out the Hopetoun Hotel for the launch of their Lonely Neck Tie EP.

They specialise in a tightly wound, schizophrenic brand of rock’n’roll noise that glares up at you from underneath an artless fringe, and you're not sure if it wants to pick you up or pick a fight. Triple J favourite of last year “Mexican Friends” is a driving, claustrophobic, bitter fist of a song; the stomping twirl of the guitar riff in “Alligator” calls to mind a meatier, sweatier Franz Ferdinand, with the crunch of the chorus balanced out by an injection of Jeremy’s sparse wail. This is a compact yet full-blooded rock sound, moody and often with a dark wit, vaguely menacing but all the more intriguing for it – like a classic Hollywood villain in sprayed-on black jeans and Chucks.

Grab these mp3s, and then grab the EP, and then grab your best girl or boy and drag them to the nearest Altona gig so you can say you loved ’em before they were heeyorge. (Special super indie rock insider tip: Candy's on August 11th!)

Altona – Mexican Friends
Altona – Alligator
>mySpace

And, just a side note, I hope the glowing adoration evident in this post is enough to convince the boys that I do love them, despite not making it to their gig last Friday. I managed to wipe out both myself and my funds partying at Candy’s on Thursday night. Tic Toc Tokyo were especially impressive at their first gig in Sin City, and as always the Camels rocked out in a thoroughly righteous fashion. It was also a treat to meet the entire SClub face to face – they are absolute dudes and I was given the royal welcome we all know I deserve. If YOU did not make it – you know who you are – I fully expect to see you there next month. I've had a peek at the lineup and we are in for some serious treats. And after all, in the words of another highly respected music-related group of people: there ain't no party like an SClub party.


London, Engerland
As some may know I am the baby of the group. The boys are all excEEEEdingly ancient (ie. the side of twenty I'll be reluctantly stumbling onto in a few weeks). But whilst I enjoy being able to rock out without the assistance of a customised "moshing frame", I sometimes wish I had been born a few years earlier, so that I could have been around for the glory days of good old fashioned Britpop, back when NME actually knew what they were talking about - the smoky, bratty, quirky, loud, shiny haze of rockers who smoked Camels not crack (at least not in front of the journos) and Townshended out guitar riffs sharper than Ian Brown's cheekbones.
Anyway, GUILLEMOTS make me feel a little better about all that. Put on "Trains To Brazil" next time Sydney decides to rain on your roof, and pretend it's 1993 and Richey Edwards is still with us and Oasis's best is yet to come. Bake something, then dance in your underwear with a ciggie dangling from your sticky fingers. And this Streets cover is for after, when your calves are tired from bouncing up and down and you realise you've ashed on the icing...

Guillemots - Trains To Brazil (everybody has this song. Why don't you?)
Guillemots - Never Went To Church (The Streets cover)
>mySpace (you can stream the entire album From The Cliffs here, and get more info on their new record which is out in the UK on Monday)

Labels: Altona, The Camels, Tic Toc Tokyo

Sydney, Australia
Count Dracula is throwing a party and he has invited all his best friends. The Munsters are there. As are The Adams family, Frankenstein’s Monster, Dr Jekkel, Steve Buschemi, and somewhere in a dark corner Chewbacca is having a stab at Cousin It.

The Count is just cruising around with his shiny brillcreamed head, silk robe, slippers and one of those faux bubble-blowing pipes. He sidles up to the DJ and whispers something in his ear. Suddenly everyone gets up and hits the DF for some old school monster dancing. Even Chewy.
So what was the song?
This was the song:

The Mares - Charleston

The Mares are a three piece living in Old Sydney Town with their own brand of eccentric indie pop. In fact it’s pretty much impossible to pigeon-hole these guys, so I have come up with my own classification for their sound. “Freak Pop”. To mark the occasion I have created an anagram, which makes no sense at all.

THE MARES FREAK POP = K.O. THE PAP SMEAR REF

Gimme a break eh. I’m new to this whole anagram thing. But dammit, as if you need a referee for a pap smear. Knock him out I say!

Another song of theirs that rings my bell, is Silver Screamier. It has pretty much all of my favourite musical devices in one song.
Ripping guitar intro: TICK
Falsetto: TICK
Cowbell: TICK
Eerie synth: TICK
Heavy bassline: TICK

The Mares - Silver Screamier
The Mares - Single Man

Here’s their MySpace
Here’s their Website

ps – on another note, nice party K-Baby!

Labels: Regional, The Mares

i'm posting this under the latest couple so as not to detract from our rockin' prose, but it's so worth seeing if you haven't yet...

MAJESTIC FILMS Inc. PRESENTS:

THE ITALIAN SOCCER TEAM... IN TRAINING!



bitter much?

Sandwich Club @ Candy's, 29th June
Last Thursday night, The Sandwich Club transcended the realms of the world wide web and revealed itself, in full living colour, to the Sydney live music scene.
People kept touching me on the nose, as one often does when flesh is there to supersede the façade that is 'html'.

Bright Red stopped the arriving crowd in their tracks as they made the initial scurry from the door across to the bar. Mini-skirts and chick-rock tunes swept the crowd around towards the stage, sweetening them up for a memorable night at Candy's Apartment. Clearly our photographer, Quilts, was most impressed with the girls.

In between sets, Ace Squad did more than just 'fill the gaps' . An intimate little setup in the back room got some legs shuffling in to catch a glimpse of Justin Hawkins from The Darkness. Or close enough anyway. Great little side dish.

Tic Toc Tokyo, up from Melbourne, were in town for little over 48 hours and took home with them a swag of new fans, one of whom I noticed flashing his new TTT CD around like Charlie Bucket and his golden ticket.
I can’t speak more highly of these guys both on and off the stage. Their positive approach to music is authentic and their humble nature belies their brilliant musical ability and potential for great success in the years to come.
No doubt you will be seeing them again soon in Sydney, be it a bigger venue and a much tighter squeeze.

By the time The Camels hit our plates, the crowd were bouncing like a bag of Mexican jumping beans, as the band left them pounding their knives and forks on the table, 'we want more! We want more! We want more!'.
The Bad Teeth DJs drained the last of whatever energy we had left on the dancefloor, before we all headed back to the Clubhouse in Glebe for a dishevelled bag of goon and sunrise on the roof.
Thanks to all the bands for sharing this special night with such enthusiasm.
Thanks to Mrs Chuckwagon for dishing up a fine selection of tasty sangers (I found one with ice-berg lettuce and swiss cheese, ahh the taste of my childhood).
And thanks to all you cherry tomatoes that rolled on down and made the night a monumental one for the Sandwich Club.
The party is nowhere near over…
Welcome to the Club!

Check out Quilts’ photos from the night

More photos at Fasterlouder & In The Mix

Labels: Ace Squad, Bright Red, The Camels, Tic Toc Tokyo, Tom

I live on the Gold Coast of Australia. Its pretty zang if you like surfing and getting pissed. Which I do. But right now I've got a crook knee, I'm broke as a joke and its raining. Whinge, whinge, bloody whinge. But it was a great day for driving down to the point, staying in the car with the wipers going, and watching the screaming cold southerly tear up the coast. One of those days where there's some menace in the air... the swooshing of the tree canopies in the stinging gusts was like nature bellowing in cruel laughter, saying "get fucked" to the monstrosity that is Surfers Paradise.

On the radio during this dreamy episode was the new Sleepy Jackson single. The perfect soundtrack to forget the urban decay. The new album is called Personality - One Was A Bird One Was A Spider. Luke Steele you are a maniac.

The Sleepy Jackson - God Lead Your Soul

And a couple of oldies...

The Sleepy Jackson - Vampire Racecourse
The Sleepy Jackson - This Day

The Sleepy Jackson's MySpace
Buy 'Personality - One Was A Bird One Was A Spider'

Labels: Perth, The Sleepy Jackson

I’ll never be an Old Man River. Never. Not because I don’t wanna, but because I can’t sing, my guitar skills are shonky, and I dunno how to just ‘roll along’. But I know a guy that can. And that’s Old Man River. Crazy eh?

I reckon 2004’s EP ‘Sunshine’, was one of the most understated Aussie releases of the year. The title song was a sparkly little gem that pretty much provided the soundtrack for my summer in ‘04-’05.

Sunshine (If you don’t have this song yet, then your summer clearly sucked balls)

After playing SXSW last year, and touring with the likes of Gomez, Sleepy Jackson, Iron and Wine, and Gelbison, they’re back this month with a new EP, ‘Trouser’.

Old Man River are pretty much Ohad Rein, a Sydney based singer songwriter. I’d say OMR are best described as a wholegrain sandwich, with sparse, but diverse fillings (have we pushed the sandwich metaphor far enough yet? No way!). Lots of crunchy home-grown veges and maybe some lashings of India’s finest chicken tikka.

Now, I know Marc is a big fan of the handclaps, and we all love a bit of cowbell, but one of my favourite devices employed in acoustic music, is the boisterous sing-a-long. You know the ones, where it sounds like the band have been up snorting tequila at the studio, haven’t slept in days, and are just ad-libbing their way through (a personal fave being Gomez’s ‘Get Myself Arrested’). OMR have done a tidy little number themselves on the new EP, called “La” (with handclaps too!).
Though they could have tried more tequila.

Trousers

La

A debut album is on the way in a few months..

Heres the MySpace

Heres where youse can buy the album

Also, a big shout out to everyone that made the first SCLUB night the success it was. Photos on the way.

Labels: Old Man River