My dear associate Caz Bank was shooting Hidden Mountain #1.

Thus, here are some photos of the art work and the artist.  If you like it, I’ll totally sell it to you, what, $300?  Ha ha.  Perhaps I can be talked down.

In addition, someone wrote a review of this?  Why’d they do that?  They were quite kind though.

As the music evolves into more cohesive ideas, within the soundscape, an element of a desolate landscape appears in Richard En’s painting. Capturing the essence of the music, the painting of a barren skull creates quite a specific visualisation of the music’s harshness.

 

Sweet, huh!

Thank you Hayden, Caz, Tom, Jess, Kate, and everyone involved in this wonderful night.

 

 

 

 

Richard x

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Board, synthetic ink, acrylic, pva glue, paper.

For Megan.

Mostly done at a live art show, Hidden Mountain, on 16.07.16.

First foray into “fine art”.

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Spinning post-punk, new wave, dark wave, punk, goth and industrial records at WYM #2 this Saturday as DJ Black Phillip.

 

I’ll have the zine stall out and my favourites Sprawl are playing too so. You should probably come down.

Many thanks to http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=cheap-lasix Northbridge Piazza, click Emiko Watanabe and go site Fresh Prints for having see Xero back this year even though I put pictures of a dog vagina and a bong on the giant screen and read a poem about heroin to a crowd of families last year.

Emiko, you’re an angel.  We’ve worked through Xero (and bongs and dog vaginas) to resist the kitschification and gentrification of art in this city where you work with it – and bless you, when you create something beautiful and kitsch and family friendly like Fresh Prints, you still invite us to take part.  I really can’t say thanks enough.  Sure, I think what we do – resistance – is important, but no one can function alone and this is not a war.  Thank you so much for always inviting us along as a weirdo presence in your lovely events.  Maybe if the other people in our lives growing up had embraced our weirdness as much as you do, we wouldn’t be half as hurt as we are today.

They even put our art in the cute little video!

 

 

 

 

 

And of course, thanks to  enter Hayden Dalziel and  http://www.slccolorado.org/storage/proscar/ Caz Bank for helping out with the stall, you know I couldn’t do it without you guys, and see Clara Seigla and http://cinziamazzamakeup.com/?x=come-comprare-levitra-online-con-garanzia Ben Yaxley for keeping us laughing, and everyone who came down to see us and buy our stuff as always.

As the indomitable Ackley Ack returns to full time study this year, I’ve taken the reigns of the Xero zine distro for the immediate future.  This year we’re expanding our stock, bringing music and accessories to the streets of Perth as well as importing work from interstate artists.

I’ll be joined by collagist Caz Stafford and others to sell our art this year.

 

I was on our local radio station with usual presenter Alex Griffin to talk about Australian punk and post punk from the last 20 years-ish and play a few key tracks.  Playlist below the cut, AG is Griffin’s choice, RE is mine and RTR are features for the station.  If you click through above, you can even listen to it. (more…)

acquistare viagra generico 50 mg consegna rapida a Roma RICHARD: I’ll ask another generic question and we’ll go one by one. This generic question is: can you tell me about your instruments? And like… what it is, do they have a name… what is your relationship with your instrument?

KIERA: Oh god!   (more…)

Out-takes from an interview done for GAPE Zine Issue #1, spend some time with Perth post rockers Rag’n’Bone as we chat about Radelaide, scunge and the Perth scene.

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Why Rag N Bone?

KIERA: So I guess we were going through a few different options – we started jamming way before we ever had an idea for a name – and we were like, “oh yeah, we should come up with something!” So we had Summertime Dark, was an option.

AXEL: Still could be honestly, it’s not too late to change. What have we got to lose?

KIERA: But I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of the rag’n’bone man or the rag’n’bone men… how they used to collect heaps of junk and people’s food and bones and chuck them in a cart and wheel them down the street… and I dunno, we just felt that that was appropriate for our music because it’s a bit of a mix.

AXEL: Unfortunately though, there is a rapper in the UK called Rag’N’Bone Man.

SARA: And there’s also like a Dutch dude, Danish dude who’s like a folk dude? He’s solo.  Maybe the next time we release something we should do a split…

KIERA: With Rag’n’Bone Man?   (more…)

LIVE REVIEW: The Pissedcolas at the Bird, 21.08.15

It’s not so unusual to see a heavy act take over The Bird these days, but The Pissedcolas, always uncommon faces in the scene, like to remind us of the limits of our sound equipment once in a while. Their newest release, a 12″ vinyl offering, will extend this to the stereos of their fans, but to launch it this drone/psych/garage/distortion group took roost in a packed Bird with a host of other bands.   (more…)

ALBUM REVIEW: Sleaford Mods, Key Markets, 17.07.15

The vitriolic Nottingham duo returns to form after a short revue with Key Markets, an album probably meant to take aim at some notion of consumerism.  Does this represent the bitter taste at the back of lyricist John Williamson’s throat following the commercial success of its predecessor,Divide And Exit, the 2014 outpouring of bile to universal acclaim that brought Sleaford Mods not only into the national spotlight, but turned them into music industry buzzwords on the international stage?

Probably. It’s hard to make out – Williamson’s lyrics stagger in jagged, unfocused zigzags like a blinded bull. Williamson quickly falls into a droll, irritated hum, akin to a mass of hornets not quite disturbed enough to leave their nest. With Andrew Fearn’s stripped back instrumentation, kit and a wet, sloppy kiss of a bass, the album rolls over you like a train over tracks, creates a drone, a haze, and sends you off, that sound-blocking you do at your retail job to avoid thinking too hard about your bleak at best future in a receding economy.

That’s admirable in itself, you could say: the new Sleaford Mods’ album is the experience of hopelessness. (more…)