Drake, the man who started from the lowest wrung before reaching his current station, features this week, adding a symphony to his parental issues. Not bad for a reformed child actor.
Move over throwback synthesisers, the strange kids are all about Grandma’s washboard. I hope. In preparation for the strangest day of the year, I’ve sampled a symphony of the world’s most popular obscure instruments.
Despite the author being a teenager, ‘Relapse’ is far deeper than the standard diary fare. The visceral feeling of love amputated bleeds off the page.
In the next instalment of 200 Sad Songs, we are dragged into the darkest corner of Nick Cave’s ‘Murder Ballads’, documenting the split of a pair, and the emotional hell that rides in soon after it.
The benefit of age is seeing the people you’ve ruined. Willie Nelson knows this, and up next in 200 Sad Songs he’ll explain the autumnal years regret he walks through. Love is fun.
The galaxy of music genre is an infinite place, however, tucked in the far corner sits This Week in the Universe a futuristic throwback to the ways of old. Think George Méliès and John Carpenter getting it on while Genesis watches.
There are many odes to dead women, but The Zombies’ effort grows like decay. Consider it Rigor mortis of the heart.
Freddy Mercury’s saccharine mash note to the absence of love is our next stop on the Sad Songs train. He earnestly believes that true love will save him, but will it?
We tend to slight Gonzo, some Muppets being created more equal than others, though we should take his song seriously. His ode to missed opportunities is up next in 200 Sad Songs.
We chat with independent music label Art As Catharsis about entering Australia’s National Film and Sound Archive, the importance of artistic expression and the state of Australian music.
Holly Throsby’s “When?” is a song is about an important aspect of love: looking forward to when you’re over the ex, and the landscape is bright once more.
Remaining true to your vision is a rare and precious thing. Miss Gray are two Australian artists who look to buck the trend, and continue to make music their way. The Miss Gray way.
I have no idea what the title of this song means, or indeed the point of it, but I know how it feels. Claustrophobic. Disquieting. Brilliant.
This week we’re sent to the big house with Cold Chisel’s Four Walls, a song that starts tongue in cheek, and ends head in hands. Time to pack your sharpened toothbrush, its 200 Sad Songs time.
Never has the term ‘include your brother’ been used to greater effect than the Gershwins. George and Ira were titans together, minnows alone. Sadly, it was not to last.
Buried deep in Celine Dion’s “It’s all coming back to me now” is a single line of such honest, powerful beauty it makes us reach for the draino. Flaming every shred of a lost love in our broken minds, in today’s 200 Sad Songs.
Heartache is often the only thing you have left of someone, so if you let that go, they’re truly gone. Next up in 200 Sad Songs we address that duality. Let go for what?
Love emboldens one to make rash gestures – and you can bet your caboose that a Midnight Train to Georgia fits that category. Gladys Knight blows the whistle in today’s 200 Sad Songs.
Bonnie Prince Billy steers the RMS 200 Sad Songs this week, dealing with depression and the impact of it on your inner circle.
Janice Ian’s “At Seventeen” is a song for those who suffered through teenage Fridays on their lonesome. So to you, fellow losers of the genetic lottery, saddle up for our next overshare of 200 Sad Songs.
International Jazz Day is upon us, so let the expertise of the local jazz scene explain why you should care about not just the day, but the art of arts.