Labels: Cuthbert And The Nightwalkers, Interview, Vespers

Labels: Dappled Cities, The Inches

Sydney, Australia

Labels: Marching Room, Phonograph

And closing out the evening, we're proud to introduce one of SClub's favourites, Vespers, hot off a thumping Purple Sneakers set last Friday.

Labels: Pork Pies, Souls On Board, The Paper Scissors, Vespers

Melbourne, Australia



TV On The Radio - Wolf Like Me on David Letterman

Labels: Lelu

June 16th 2006
If the full-length mirror in my room has taught me one thing, it's that pasty equals sexy. Whenever I bend over to reach down into my undie drawer, I witness a magnificent flash of white light being sent my way from the mirror behind me. A light so blinding with beauty that I feel guilty for not sharing my bare ass with the world on a more regular basis.

And even though Hollywood will tell you that a taut, tanned body is what gets the ladies' blood pumping these days, all I can say in response is that they haven't been fortunate enough to lay eyes on the unbridled sexiness of my pigmentless and somewhat hairy bum. (The lucky few to hold that prestigious honour include my girlfriend, friends, and a handful of McDonalds drive-thru staff).

Okay I may be a little biased in my opinion on whether or not white boys like me can actually be deemed attractive, but I really do believe it to be the truth. I was even going to post a homemade video of myself to try to convince you of the tastiness of pastiness, but luckily for you I have the opportunity to do it through song, by way of the very appropriately named German band, The Whitest Boy Alive.

The Whitest Boy Alive are lead by jack-of-all-trades and self confessed ginger, Erlend Oye. You may recognise Oye from his kick ass DJ Kicks mix that he did a couple of years ago, or as the front man of Kings Of Convenience. And like I've been saying this whole time, these guys just reek of sexy. If the shuffling of the drums and bouncing basslines don't make your cheeks a little flushed, then Oye's nonchalant but rhythmic vocals sure will. And as each song goes by, you'll be getting more and more into it. Then as the brilliant 'Burning' comes to a climax, suddenly you don't give a fuck about the red wine you just spilt on the new couch. You'll be too busy screaming 'DO ME! DO ME NOW!', to nobody in particular.

The Whitest Boy Alive are a little more poppy sounding than the predominantly acoustic Kings Of Convenience, which is actually right up my alley at the moment. In fact they sound like they're fresh out of the University of European Cheesy Pop-Rock, from which we've seen such esteemed colleagues as Phoenix, Air, and Benny Sings.

So check out a few tracks from their brand spanking new album, 'Dreams' (purchase here). Just make sure there are some hotties in the room, or the power of these sexy white boys will have you making out with your hand.

The Whitest Boy Alive - Burning (Highly recommended)
The Whitest Boy Alive - Inflation
The Whitest Boy Alive - Fireworks

Send them a sexy message or photo on their Myspace.

And one of my favourite Kings Of Convenience track...

Kings Of Convenience - I'd Rather Dance With You

And 'who the fuck are Benny Sings?', I heard you ask before. Well it just so happens that these Dutch dudes made one of my very favourite pop albums of recent years in 'Champagne People'. And here is my favourite song from it...

Benny Sings - Style Beats Liberation Fronts (Highly recommended)

And you can actually listen to the whole album at their website. How nice of them.

this tasty sandwich by marc

These guys wail. Don't miss it.

Children Collide - Frozen Armies.mp3
Children Collide MySpace

Labels: Children Collide

Perth, Australia
I hate big financial institutions. They hold all my money. I like my money. It's good for buying beer and hookers. But most of all, I hate them cause they have the power to make their own holidays. That's a privilege that should be reserved for 3rd world despots and Santa. Fucking banks and their holidays....

Apologies for the rant. It's wrong of me to make blanket comments like that, after all there is one bank holiday that makes everyone happy. That's the band The Bank Holidays from Perth. They deal in sunny melodic pop, drenched in harmony with some really cool chord progressions. As such, they cite older influences such as The Beach Boys and The Byrds, and draw comparisons to more contemporary bands such as The Shins.

These tunes will cheer you up no matter what the sitch. So next bank holiday when you're outta cashola and the ATM is broken, just put in your headphones and smile....... at the camera while you rob the servo.

The Bank Holidays - Tread Easy.mp3
The Bank Holidays MySpace

And just briefly, on the radio today I heard Okkerville River cover a Wrens track live on TripleJ. My chest constricted and I had a moment. I like Okkerville. Quite a bit actually. But The Wrens, well... Marc Le Sandwiche put me onto them a year or so back, and to put it in context, their 2nd album 'The Meadowlands' is in my top 3 albums of all time with 'OK, Computer' and 'Revolver'. It has has never had an Aussie release, so steal it and then email them incessantly until they come out here to play. You won't be alone.
Here's the song that Okkerville covered.

The Wrens - Ex-Girl Collection.mp3

Labels: The Bank Holidays

Labels: Ruby Loves Rocks, Sydney

Sydney, Australia

Vespers - Lucky Punks.mp3
Vespers MySpace

Vespers are playing at the next Sandwich Club
Thursday 28th Sept
Candy's Apartment

Stockholm, Sweden
And Teddybears... they're cute, cuddly and apparently they rock. This Stockholm based trio make music that cross so many genres it's impossible to place in any category. There's pop, rock, metal and electro all mashed up into an awesome unique sound. Here's a little remix track featuring Iggy Pop on vox... show your Teddybears some love again.

Teddybears - Punk Rocker feat. Iggy Pop (Squeak E Clean Remix).mp3
Teddybears MySpace

Labels: Interview, Vespers

Labels: Sydney, The Desks, Tom

It's great to see so many Australian based blogs - there's a real cyber (insert: geek) community forming here and I'm glad to be a part of it. Anyway I had a thought yesterday - We should pick our favourite pieces from each blog and put them up as a weekly wrapup. That way giving both the blogs some exposure and also filling up this pesky Saturday post. So here it is... the first of (hopefully) many.

... in no particular order

Boudist , a photographic music blog from Sydney, put up this great shot of The Vines front man Craig Nicholls shredding it up at the Annandale

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Jack's Lounge posted a great review on Eagles of Death Metal - Death By Sexy.
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WhiteBoyDancefloor introduced us to Xiu Xiu - A top little electronic/rock outfit from the US.
Xiu Xiu - Boy Soprano.mp3
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Who The Hell featured Coda - Australian experimental rock at its finest.
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Open Your Eyes showcased a list of Sydney's finest - well worth a look if you have the time.
I [Love] Space - Birds Attack.mp3
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Y&R - Photo c/o Boudist

Labels: The Paper Scissors, Young And Restless

Terrorists?

Labels: The Beautiful Girls

Sydney, Australia

Telemetry Orchestra - Under The Cherry Tree.mp3
Telemetry Orchestra myspace
Telemetry Orchestra website
Buy their new album 'Empire' here!!!

And one more little bonus for those hungry little tummies still banging their knives and forks on the table eagerly anticipating desert. FRENCH KICKS are a band from New York sharing the similar ability to tame a plethora of sound. These guys would make a dream accompaniment to Telemetry Orchestra. Mmmmmm French Vanilla icecream for desert!

French Kicks - Also Ran.mp3
French Kicks Website

Labels: Telemetry Orchestra

Melbourne, Australia

My Ipod pulled a Lazarus a while back, after spending the better part of a week frowning at me. Whatever supernatural force brought it back, also had the thoughtfulness to add some new music. Notably, Hot Little Hands.
No points for guessing which city these guys (and girl) come from.

Thats right! No points for you! Because you already know. It's written at the top of the blog. Anyway if you didn't see that, all it would take is a quick listen to a few of their songs. That's the point I'm attempting to convey here. Why? Cause the originality and eclecticism is immediately apparent in their music. Makes it a real bitch to describe them though.

They throw in a steady beat, heavy bass, punctuated lead guitar, keys, and improv brass. Not afraid to experiment with sounds but edging more toward sparse than on the side of garish, every instrument meshes seamlessly. Combine that with killer key changes, multi layered harmonies, and vocals which swing between wistful and seductive depending on the tune. Whatever, just listen.

It's nice to see a band not seem like they're trying too hard and in doing so, get it right on the money.

Hot Little Hands - Love Unusual.mp3
Hot Little Hands - Dynamite in Black and White.mp3

They've just thrown some new tracks up on their MySpace. Listen to them, or i will smoke your last cigarette.
Hot Little Hands MySpace

Labels: Hot Little Hands

sydney, australia
All too often we hear a good tune betrayed by trivial and uninspiring lyrics, as lazy artists 'fill the gaps' with scribble that reads like a neurotic soliloqy by a member of the babysitters club.
In contrast, we can appreciate the intricacy of artists like Jack Ladder, whose articulate lyrics are words only temporarily, as they transpose from the song into emotive imagery that transcends well beyond the page of a notebook. Like red wine soaking tobacco, his deep saltry tone percolates your skin, passing through your thoughts with intoxicating efficacy.
Jack refuses to rest on the laurels of his gentle melodies, which he uses more as a vehicle for his stories, saturated with ripened contemplation, much in the vain of artists like Bright Eyes or Dylan.
At a recent live performance, Jack made a comical reference between his guitar and his clothes. The top 3 strings, he remarked, were new, like his jacket, while the bottom 3 were old, like his jeans. An astute observation, illustrating the way Jack, his message, and his music are integral, and how this forges a connection with his audience, the way all good music should.

Jack Ladder - Two Clocks.mp3
Jack Ladder - Black Hole Blues.mp3
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Labels: Jack Ladder, Sydney, Tom

Sydney, Australia
Did you know that the most recorded song in music history is "Yesterday"? More than 1600 versions, from that first legendary midnight recording of the chord progression Paul McCartney said came to him in a dream in 1965, were cut in the next 21 years alone, let alone the twenty since then. Or that German Thomas Scholl holds the record for fastest yodel, managing to squeeze 22 tones (including 15 falsetto) into a single second?

Just a few fascinating factoids brought to you by the Guinness World Records website, which I'm browsing as I try to avoid uni work and find an interesting segue into my topic for the day. Bah, that'll have to do - I'm here to plug a little event going on one week from now as part of the Sydney Uni's "Verge" arts festival. SClub favourite Brian Campeau ("and friends", adds the Verge guide) will be setting up on the Manning forecourt from next Monday the 18th, and staying there. Yes, Monsieur Campeau et ses amis are attempting to set the world record for longest continuous band performance by playing non-stop for 50 hours. And they need your help! For the attempt to be valid the band need at least ten conscious audience members at all times, so they are asking you to bring sleeping bags and snacks and your teddy and whatever you need to hang out for a while and help make history. (There is also talk of 2am pillow fights.) Besides which, the show is also bound to be a thoroughly satisfying one, full of Brian's inventive musical quirks and virtuoso performances - at least until it descends into a thoroughly entertaining mix of random jamming and Journey covers. (Well, here's hoping.) So if you're heading home in the Broadway/ Chippendale/ Newtown/ Camperdown area or just feel like a quick live music fix before work (and who doesn't every now and then?), head down Manning Road and drop in on these brave soldiers in the fight against, um, gigs ending.

At the other end of the musical time spectrum, tickets to Muse's Sydney and Melbourne gigs in January sold out in a mere twelve minutes this morning. (I'm rather tickled to have helped out there.) The band were clearly prepared and second shows were announced in both cities; at the time of writing these were being snatched up like copies of Lady Chatterley's Lover in a high school library. If you still miss out, I wouldn't worry - the tour is promoted by Lees and West, so keep saving those shraps for the opposite of a little night in...

Brian Campeau - Montreal.mp3
Brian Campeau - Lake George Version 2.mp3
Brian Campeau MySpace

Labels: Brian Campeau

Sydney, Australia

Labels: Krill, Sydney

I am so damn cold at the moment and not because it's winter but because some retards who built this new building still haven't worked out how the air conditioning works. In the last week I've experienced all kinds of extremes. Temperatures ranging from a sweltering 45C down to a chilly 10C (it's my lifelong ambition to be a weatherman). I swear people are doing experiments on everyone in this office - just like Big Brother although I can't see any crazy lesbians, insecure musclemen with little dicks or the token fat chick around here - wait, maybe I do.
Anyway I've just been sitting here listening to the wireless when the new single from Sydney outfit The Winters came on. 'How fitting' I thought while feeling like a dejected Russian at the end of the Cold War. But as the song played on it began to warm me, ok not literally - I was still frickin freezing, but at least it made me smile on this average Tuesday (damn mid-week blues. Wednesdays should be holidays - Please Johnny, we promise we'll get more work done). A Beatelesque tune with nice rolling guitars and fantastic vocals to back it up (listen to the vocals on some other tracks - excellent). The song also features a 'la da di da da dum' to sing along to when you feel like a bit of karaoke in the car (we all do it occasionally).
Enjoy this on a cold winters day (or a hot summers day - so jealous of all you people in the northern hemisphere right now, I hope it's raining).

The Winters - Layer Cake.mp3
The Winters - Over My Head.mp3
The Winters - Keef.mp3

The Winters MySpace

this tasty sandwich by baron von hutch

Perth, Western Australia
Goddamit! How much goodness can one city serve! S Town should be jealous of these folk! Seriously! I have made it my mission of late to cross the Nullabour Plains and pay a visit to the 'Fremantle Doctor' to sample some fine, tasty, super cool tunes. For those of you who aren't aware, you most probably just read the above and thought "hmmm....what!? Stuey's daily source of essential musical fibre comes from some strange doctor practicing a wierd medicine called 'Fremantle' in the middle of some f-ing desert! Whoa!". Well as much as we pride ourselves on our depth of research here at Sandwich Club, I have to let you down and say no I was in Perth. Well not physically but....... ah anyways. There is this band there that captivated me today as the rain imposed a lockdown and the wind belted my hammock into next week.

THE PREYTELLS create a cocoon of warmth around you when their folding riffs cruise over you. The kind of warmth you would feel when sitting in a loungeroom surrounded by an open fire and dwarfing leather couches whilst guzzling a bottle of your finest red (mwahah!). THE PREYTELLS are a tight knit familial combination consisting of Will Tell, his brother Jacob on Bass, Cousin Audrey on lead guitar and vocals, B Tell on drums. They are clearly 60's savvy but aren't without obvious modern day influences such as Arcade Fire, Kings of Leon, Jose Gonzalez, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Jeff Buckley and of course Radiohead. So when it storms, or your other sambos are stale, let these guys take over your stereo. You will be greeted by a new experience.

The Preytells - Books.mp3
The Preytells Myspace
The Preytells Website

Labels: Perth, The Preytells

sydney UNI, australia

Labels: Cloud Control, Emma Davis, Rex Banner, Richard In Your Mind, Super Florence Jam

Labels: Brisbane, The Black Arts

My brother wanted us to thank him for sending us this... whatever

Auckland, New Zealand

Labels: Cut Off Your Hands, NZ, Shaky Hands

Sydney, Australia
Pinky Tus-kahh-dare-oh! Is what ran over my tongue and through my lips as I wrote this. Say it to yourself a few times, go on and watch or listen to what happens. Unknowingly you start to pronounce the phrase, not just speak it. Attitude, flare and a certain amount of cool start to ooze from it. Pinky Tus-kahh-dare-oh! Why does this happen? Well, in need of some answers, I hit the net (mmhoi) searching for the phrase that sounded like some 'has been' actor's stage name.

"The result" I hear you ask:
On "Happy Days," Roz Kelly played 'Pinky Tuscadero', Fonzie's biker girlfriend. "On less happy days, you might not want to see her in action again" police say.
Ms. Kelly has been jailed since Nov. 29 last year, when she allegedly grabbed a 12-gauge shotgun and shot up her neighbour's car and apartment after being awakened by a blaring car alarm. Sounds out of contol huh? Well, looking back, if that scene was part of a movie these guys would have to be on the soundtrack... Why?

Making my way down to Sandwich Club's domestic lurk, Candys Apartment, last Friday night, my fellow bloggers and I witnessed one 'outta' control, but extremely tasty, sandwich. Pinky Tuscadero. Try to imagine being drawn directly to the front of a room by a stage musical with punk rock A.D.D (yes it is a diagnosable condition) . Instantly we were amazed as their frontwoman howled, poured and projected her show stopping voice into our ears with enough 'cool' to snap freeze Fonzie's cucumber. A constant theatrical presence was maintained by Pinky Tuscadero's troupe as they lit up the stage with a boom crash punk score and antics to match. At the end of the set, I needed a cigarette, and I don’t even smoke. All I can say is anyone gotta light?


Pinky Tuscadero - Priscilla.mp3
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this tasty sandwich by stuey

Yes we are passionate about our Aussie music. Yes we are all about Indie artists and helping them get there music out there. Yes we will do anything!......Well almost anything. We prefer sambos in our hands rather than blood.




Hmmmmm... I wonder if Clell Tickle likes sandwiches?

Sydney, Australia
Despite the 1990's best efforts to shun the 80's with its fancy bangles, leg tight jeans and rude bird's nests for hair it seems that the 00's or whatever we call it (what do we call it?) is trying its very hardest to bring it all back.

One thing I've noticed in the "scene" is that the "scene" is changing. Yes the "scene" is in a period of transition completely lost in limbo between electronica and rock. This is similar to the 80's, however it was rock on the out and electronica on the in. Nevertheless it confuses me. Like just the other day at the hairdressers - do I keep it long as a mullet or do I cut it short? I'm lost and judging by everyone else I see in the "scene" they're lost too... at least I'm not wearing makeup - not yet anyway.

Labels: Debbie, Sydney