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go 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?

enter 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.

http://maientertainmentlaw.com/?search=accutane-side-effects-dangerous AXEL: Still could be honestly, it’s not too late to change. What have we got to lose?

http://cinziamazzamakeup.com/?x=viagra-generico-50-mg-miglior-prezzo-pagamento-online-a-Genova 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.

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

follow link 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…

watch 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 aproximate priceing for lasix eye op 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 viagra generico 50 mg prezzo piu basso a Venezia 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…)

BAND PROFILE: Hideous Sun Demon, 08.07.15

http://thefoolishobsession.com/category/brand/vani-t/ Hideous Sun Demon are something of Perth, Australia’s best kept secret – shielded from the national spotlight neighbours follow site Tame Impala or 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…)

ALBUM REVIEW: Gwenno, Y Dydd Olaf, 17.07.15

Y Dydd Olaf (The Last Day), an album inspired by Owain Owain’s 1976 Welsh-language dystopian science fiction novel of the same name, marks another entry in the ever-growing archives of cambrofuturism — Welsh futurism, a lens through which a disenfranchised culture can find an identity in an imagined future — and similarly draws on electronic, krautrock inspiration for that peculiar sound: think late Super Furry Animals, the Manic Street Preachers’ Futurology, and ’80s psychers Llwybr Llaethog.

Gwenno is no stranger to this territory and her airy vocals and beautiful, bold production let the imagination run wild. A blissful experience that effortlessly transcends the language barrier.

★★★★ 4 / 5 (more…)

ALBUM REVIEW: The Hard Aches, Pheromones, 17.06.15

The Adelaide two-piece The Hard Aches bring Pheromones into the punk world with a stripped-back, barely-driven guitar and kit and a penchant for pouring their hearts into their lyrics.

If you’ve been craving gymnastic vocals scolding over drink driving; emotional hardcore based around moving out of a friend’s house because things are weird now you’ve had sex and you’re sure they’ll be happier even though your other housemates are terrible people; or just a particular young, white, urban Australian perspective, it’s a gem in a narrative begging for expansion but representing a specific and closed chapter.

★★★½  3.5/5 (more…)

ALBUM REVIEW: Our Man In Berlin, Spirit Down, 17.06.15

Perth indie-popsters Our Man In Berlin’s second EP, Spirit Down marks a crystallisation of the group’s ethereal, reverb-driven music, demonstrating an evolution from the more stylistically scattered Is It Right? EP.

Opener Bones is a powerful introduction boasting ‘90s alt-rock guitars in a mesh of synth and falsetto, and the rest of the release largely follows suit with empty electronics and airy vocals. A solid record but with the exploratory air of a stepping stone to other directions, Our Man In Berlin are worth keeping an eye on.

★★½   2.5 / 5   (more…)

LIVE REVIEW: The Big Splash Heat #2

The sheepish collection of young men herded onto the stage to accept both the (metaphorical) crown and the (literal) sweaty handshake of the exuberant Magnus D Magnus could have been any band tonight, but after their glitzed-out performance garage punks Cool Band were all the more embarrassed to win.   (more…)

LIVE REVIEW: Le Hoodoo Gurus at the Rosemount Hotel, 06.06.15

If James Baker weren’t already cemented as a Perth rock legend in the eyes of the 350-odd punters who turned out to the Rosemount on Saturday night, by the end of the evening that much was certain. Amongst the gaggle of old guard dredged up to perform old classics in celebration of Baker’s marriage to Catherine Podger, the drummer played behind five acts, as Dave Faulkner playfully introduced him during Le Hoodoo Gurus’ set: “The man of the hour… or two and a half hours, really!”   (more…)

LIVE REVIEW: Peter Bibby at Mojos, 24.05.15

To the uninitiated, Peter Bibby is a folk character, instantly recognisable in flannel and akubra, glimpsed the previous night tending to an unfortunate soul levelled by security at the Rosemount Hotel. Tonight is his gig, starting early at Mojo’s with Rabbit Island and the Bibby corner of the room particularly rowdy.   (more…)