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.
We know who can play it, but who was the first person to add electricty to the garden variety guitar?
For many, ‘Mack the Knife’ is a song that been covered to death. The truth, however, is far darker. And yes, it involves death.
‘Down in a hole’ sans the brutal context, is anything but a sad song. However, tied up with the narrative of the man who sung it, the neg vibes flood in.
Sometimes less is absolutely more. Ben Folds death drags his opus ‘Cigarette’ in 90 seconds, as the rest of us splutter as the emotional detritus remains lodged in our throats.
Paul Kelly is a gifted writer, especially when charting what he no longer has. When I First Met Your Ma, is a superb example of love lived, love lost and lessons learned.
We’re all familiar with the big (big) band leaders, but for every Glenn Miller or Duke Ellington is a female name lost to history. Today we right wrongs, and salute the big women of big band.
A mother’s love is a mother’s love. Even if she dismisses you in favour of her addictions. Tupac has lived this, and he’s been good enough to share.