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order cialis on line 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.


Why Rag N Bone?

levitra originale Lombardia 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.

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

get link 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.

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

http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=generic-levitra-online-no-prescription 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…

go to link 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 comprare levitra senza ricetta Piemonte 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…)

BAND PROFILE: Hideous Sun Demon, 08.07.15

http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=lasix-40-mg-cheapest-prices Hideous Sun Demon are something of Perth, Australia’s best kept secret – shielded from the national spotlight neighbours here Tame Impala or go site POND might enjoy, Hideous have been brewing like the bacteria in that cup of coffee your science teacher left at the back of the classroom that one time, crawling from the ooze with their first album Sweatand practically an ecosystem of fellow grotty boy garage bands: Cool Band, Kitchen People and Aborted Tortoise to name a few.

It’s hard to explain what they sound like without using that tactile language: like the black stuff that comes out of a roadkill kangaroo, like the thick, viscous fake blood – the stuff that smells of liquid plastic – that squirts out of Ozploitation horror films, like pen ink spilt over your foot from a poorly executed stick ‘n’ poke, like that one patch of the couch no one will sit on after that one unfortunate happening at that one terrible party, the one that Gideon brought that THC-moonshine to, the one where the toilet was blocked up five metres down and Tom woke up six kilometres away naked in a park the next day.  Or maybe take a bit of grunge fuzz and grind, a bit of psychobilly dexamphetamines, add the manic hoots and screeches of frontman Vin Buchanan-Simpson panting over the muscles of a gym junkie in ‘Flex’ (“Feel them crawling under my skin/Is it bigger?/Is it bigger?”) or word salad of ‘Ohio (Is It Dead Yet?)’, sprinkle a pinch of metal in mad shredding guitar solos and a dash of psych in extended psych-outs like ‘Neon Sound’, and you have an approximation of Hideous Sun Demon.   (more…)

LIVE REVIEW: Something On The Side at the Rosemount, 23.07.14


Wednesday 23 July 2014 at the Rosemount Hotel

First published by themusic.com.au 6 August 2014

This Wednesday saw a sink of energy form at the Rosemount Hotel as eleven bands took up the main stage and small bar Four5Nine for double-stage extravaganza Something On The Side.  Starting as early as 7:00 with squealing punks King Crime and Robbie Rumble.  Punters who made it out early to these new acts were rewarded with intimate, relaxed performances from the small groups leading up to the blooming psychedelica of Hunting Huxley and Dream Rimmy as audiences crossed between stages to glimpse the best of each set.

The smaller Four5Nine Bar was host primarily to aggressive, sonically violent punk bands which made the most of the tight space by getting in the faces of their devoted audience with savage and brutal high distortion and fast, intense sets chewing through the high-density line-up.  Kitchen People’s loose punk stagger was quickly tightened by Skullcave before Black Stone From The Sun took the stage, a duo grinding through their songs only to stop at the nine minute mark.  “We don’t have a set. We just play it as it comes. Fuck it, we’ll do one more,” Sean Mackay, guitarist, grumbled, coaxed into a slaughterhouse of noise.  Aborted Tortoise, popular as ever, were playing next on their home ground, perfectly suited to the close-quarters venue spitting right into their audience.

On the main stage Chief Richards, a sole figure with a loop board, gorilla mask and polkadot trousers, wound digital prog nonsense around a throbbing reverb to a bewildered audience.  Mumbling through the mask to hecklers, he coaxed Catbrush drummer Anetta Nevin on stage to accompany a shrieking electrical storm with her thundering percussion, bringing the set to an explosive conclusion.  Hideous Sun Demon, the last formal band of the night, then took the stage to a full bar with a stripped-down set as frontman Vin fought for the spotlight against the alarming cling of his trouser crotch.  The crowd surged in a throng of violent energy to their breakneck rock, somehow equally aggressive and benevolent as thrashers gave way to their friends for a good time.

At last Electric Toad filled the stage.  With 16 musicians crammed on stage and clambering over their instruments, Stephen Bellair, Anetta Nevin, and Blake Hate howled  random vocals as remaining revellers struggled to co-ordinate dances to jam songs.  A stand-out jam with King Crime’s Samuel Joseph Evers screaming a refrain of ‘it’s okay, it’s all right!’ lasted a marathon ten minutes, until finally the event collapsed into chaos and creative exhaustion.

‘Electric Toad at the Rosemount Hotel’ by Richard Moore.


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LIVE REVIEW: Hideous Sun Demon at the Rosemount, 12.06.14


Thursday 12 June 2014 at the Rosemount Hotel

First published by themusic.com.au 19 June 2014

Winding around the narrow back bar to reach the Rosemount’s main stage for Hideous Sun Demon’s album fundraiser, the thudding cock rock produced by rude and crude openers Emu Xperts made a harsh promise of what was to come. With towering, tattooed frontman Blake Hate streaming blood from his left shoulder and roaring along to grunt rock anthems such as ‘Dexies, Midnight Hummers’ and ‘You Won’t Like Me When I’m Sober’, the Xperts cleared the stage with frightening presence, leading a small but savage crowd and littering the venue with Export cans.

While the venue emptied for a cigarette break, young by-the-book punks Aborted Tortoise skulked onto stage, opening to an empty bar with brutal misogynistic tirade ‘Last Night I Killed My Girlfriend’ at top volume, a beckoning call for smokers to pour back into the Rosemount for more solid offerings as ‘Social Crime’, ground out over John Peers’ filthy bass with sloppy, jangly guitars and vacant gazes as Charles Wickham, dreamy Woodstock sweater model, and Tom Milan, hunched over his guitar, competed for solos.  Aborted Tortoise drove through their set with barely a breath to the glee of an increasingly bloodthirsty audience and then departed as quick as they appeared.

Hunting Huxley, acknowledging the addition of fill-in drummer Jerome Turle by coyly renaming themselves Grunting Fuxley, or Hunting Huskies, sloped onto stage next with their marathon soundscapes headed by a booming 80s sample, ‘space is curved…’, leading into the psychedelic, bass driven ‘Planet Terror’.  After a quick detour into a cover of Lana Del Ray’s ‘Summertime Sadness’ with cheeky grins, Huxley moved into more stoner rock territory with instrumentals ‘Ring’ and ‘Flavours’, aided by Cramie Mill Jammy on saxophone for their final offering.  Dressed like prog magicians and getting increasingly so as time progresses, Huxley provide blissful, content-heavy downtime for the punks present.

Finally Hideous Sun Demon come on board, launching straight into their double speed stimulant rock with lead Vin particularly maniacal in sheer black blouse, his blonde crown lit up by the stage lights and cut apart by his vicious, infectious grin.  A killer performance of favourite ‘Do You Like It Down There?’ glides faultlessly into ‘Ohio (Is It Dead Yet?)’, proving that as Hideous Sun Demon push for new heights, they have not yet hit the sun. After a quick and inexplicably polite plug for upcoming LP, Sweat, the speed demons rip through ‘Glue’ and ‘Monoculture’ with a crazy, anxious and competitive speed, leaving a gracious audience to worm their way home.

‘Hideous Sun Demon at the Rosemount’ by Richard Moore.


LIVE REVIEW: Gunns at the Odd Fellow, 16.11.13


Saturday 16 November 2013 at the Odd Fellow

First published by the Space Ship News 20 November 2013

In the Odd Fellow, under the Norfolk Hotel, a chic Rockabilly doorgirl bemoans being unable to prevent any trespassers from her position behind the door as members of GUNNS, hot off their invite to play Southbound this summer, ply her with boxes of 7” vinyl records – one to be launched tonight, the new release Live By The Sea.  Inside the cosy basement bar supporters ABORTED TORTOISE set up with a sharpness reverberated off the renovations; by their instruments, frontman Lloyd Stowe of the returning SILENTS watches on, one of many already brought out for early doors at eight this evening.

An hour later Aborted Tortoise feel prepared to take the stage, arranging their baby faced members around to jeers from a nearby table full of young punks towed along for the show.  On cue the floor is filled by a sparse group of young men poised to attack one another as soon as Tom Milan strums his first riff – and damn can that boy play – but Jesus-lookalike Connor Lane  is no stranger to this behaviour, guiding the ball of fists back with shouts of “come closer!” when it breaks away. 70s dreamboat Charles Wickham vanishes behind his locks as Lane howls the band into violent surf punk choruses with crowd hits ‘I Killed My Girlfriend’ and ‘Attention Whore’. Their energy and ferocity is crowned by a new song, ‘Youth Allowance’, the moshing punters lifting one of their number above their heads to drop him at the band’s feet.  They leave the stage to the faint scent of sweat evaporating into air conditioning.

Post punkers the Silents take the stage at ten to great ceremony: the crowd has swelled to welcome them back to the Perth scene, well missed of late.  The bizarre audience, a mix of every youth stereotype you could place – goths, hippies, metal heads, post punks, slackers all together – push close around the stage as Stowe reigns over a fortune in guitar pedals and slurs “swamp, swamp… gush,” into the microphone.  Drummer Michael Jelinek, shared with Gunns, joins them with an unholy combination of wife beater and brown loafers, and bassist Sam Ford breaks the ice with a pounding bassline as Stowe’s dainty nails race across his guitar neck.  He shields his eyes against the light: “swamp… gush,” and launches their heavy, pulsing set, one song barely distinguishable from another beneath Stowe’s fevered, mumbled vocals.  The pressing crowd applaud politely after each offering, lending a claustrophobic air as Stowe drones over them, growing more brittle and helpless as the night goes on and finishing with a wild, vulnerable yelp to enduring applause.

Finally Gunns mount the stage, beginning late as frontman Clinton Oliver hoarsely negotiates “a shit tonne of delay” with the sound guy.  They open with favourite ‘In The Sunshine’ to kick off their launch to an enthusiastic older crowd, Jelinek taking his rightful place at the engine of their summery tunes and bassist Jennifer Aslett pounding on her Henfer violin body bass in tie dye shorts and jellies to the vintage stylings of the outfit.  Gunns oppressive beach rhythm cleans up the night with old favourites and two new songs debuted for the crowd, released back into Fremantle long after the last bus home.

‘LIVE REVIEW: Gunns at the Odd Fellow’, by Richard Moore.