We’re all familiar with the music of Louis Armstrong, but it is the man’s vibrant charm and purpose that saw him halt a bloody civil war. True story.
One UK based study believes that increasing the number of concerts you see increases your time on this earth. Sure, but what about my ears?
We love to hate Nickelback. But why? This week, the insane minds of Sci-gasm delve into the culture of public opinion and the means scientists use to measure our collective hate.
Father John Misty is an island upon himself. In his latest effort, he’s moved away from the politicism of his earlier work, to a more universal flow: The h.opelessness of one’s heart.
Growing is often a series of events you’re suddenly ‘too old for’. Can I still enjoy the Ramones? Does punk rock have an age limit?
The music of Handmade Moments is a dangerous proposition, as they will make you love them, if you’re ready for a relationship or not.
Janelle Monáe’s ‘Dirty Computer’ takes the tired and dead and makes it breathe again.
Courtney Barnett may be known to us for quite some time, but never has she made us feel quite so much.
David Byrne, America’s pre-eminent Talking Head returns with his new auditory vision of his utopia. It’s certainly something.
Those who believed the hologram tour idea was dead (or for the dead), are dead wrong. Now that ABBA has resurrected the medium, I suggest we let our excitement overcome us.
Joel Gunz’s music column Blood, Sweat & Vinyl examines the greatest hits album, My Isle of Golden Dreams, by Alfred Apaka.
We sat down with prolific musician Ben Lee about his latest projects, tours, and his partnership with actor Josh Radnor.
‘Blood, Sweat & Vinyl’ is a weekly introspective dip into the bubbling cesspool that music forgot. BYO gumboots.
Despite the popularity of streaming apps, the reality is that those who created the music see very little of the money.
According to the data, it seems that pop-music is once again obsessed with death. The reason behind this morbid push, however, is rather interesting.
With Christmas lunch upon us, we’re reminded how easy it is to lose touch with those we know. Ron Sexsmith’s song articulates it beautifully. Sandy, I’m sorry.
Enough of the frivolous fluff we hear this time of year, I say! Time to culture-up our taste this Christmas.
What’s Christmas without all those cheesy festive songs? To get you in the holiday mood here are some of our favourites performed by a range of singers from Sinatra to Aguilera, and including a few surprises.
America is a country fast reaching divisive apathy, however, Hanif Abdurraqib points to another way to heal, as they have before, through the power of music.
The saxophone has endless appeal, so to honour it, we thought we’d wrap our lips around it. You know where I’m going with this, daddy-o.
We sat down with The Tea Party who are touring Australia to celebrate their seminal 1997 album Transmission.