New: Crayon Fields – She’s My Hero


It’s been a while between drinks for Crayon Fields, specifically six years. Although frontman Geoffrey O’Connor has been steadily pumping out hits like “Her Name On Every Tongue”, there’s still that yearning for some signature Crayon Fields pop. Some lulling guitars, mild shoegaze vibes, seduction incarnate – mmm yeah, been missing that for a while, hey.

It’s pretty fantastic that Crayon Fields are back. I loved their ‘All the Pleasures of the World’ record, but just like Mercy Arms or Panel of Judges, it seemed like Crayon Fields were doomed to never live past 2010, and a whole swathe of newly 18 year olds were deprived of their shimmering pop. Luckily, they’ve returned with these brief swooner, just under three minutes of unabashed, unashamed love. If any midnight love-song dedication DJ’s out there are fiending for some new material to get insomniac housewives lusty over, look no further than “She’s My Hero”.


Video: Jonny Telafone – The Prayer

Jonny Telafone – The Prayer

Luckily, this is not an Anthony Callea song, but rather a brand new song to bit your lovers lip to, from the talented virtuoso that is Jonny Telafone. New material from this guy has been way overdue, so it is with great excitement that this track has dropped. The results are in, and the song is fucking fantastic, accompanied by an equally sexy video. His faint, echo-chamber vocals and propelled with watery synth drops, forcing out a pattern that’s like watching Jaws flip around in a koi pond – a spectacular vision contained on a microscopic scale. Produced by Forces, and with a video from Geoffrey O’Connor that features puppies, fire and dazzling acid-flashback lights, “The Prayer” is God-like. Pun intended. Deal with it.

Album Review: Donny Benet – Weekend At Donny’s

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Can we all just, for one second, take a minute to marvel at the artwork that is the album artwork for ‘Weekend at Donny’s’? Surely, that is a work that will be going in the pool room, or at the very least, be nominated as one of the images that will convey the best parts of humanity to visiting alien races. For those who aren’t as Donny mad as they should be, Donny is old mate in the middle there, with the sunnies and corpse pose. To the right is Jack Ladder with an expression stolen right off McCauley Caulkin’s shit eating Home Alone debut, and SPOD is looking like a cocky bastard. Man, I can’t wait ’til the whole crew finds out that these guys were totally fakin’ it! Then they’ll get sent to jail! And their careers will be in tatters! And they’ll never be able to re-adjust to regular society again due to the inhumane and extravagantly cruel conditions of Australian prisons. HAHAH, what a bunch of idiots!

On a less sadistic note, this album is Donny’s third record, and his first in which he doesn’t take the spotlight. Whereas his other records featured tracks that the producers of Knight Rider and Miami Vice were kicking themselves for not getting as theme songs, ‘Weekend At Donny’s’ instead allows for Donny to take the backseat. It’s almost like he is Kit, and he has a revolving guest-star  of Hasselhoff’s.

The results of ‘Weekend At Donny’s’ are both diverse and riveting, plunging into strange territories that seem like lost goldmines of eras that never existed. There’s this weird anachronism thing going on, like an episode of Quantum Leap that’s been taken over by the embodiment of sex. The guests range from the local to the high-profile: IsabellaManfredi from The Preatures, SPOD, Jack Ladder, Geoffrey O’Connor, Kirin J Callinan and Elana Stone of All Our Exes Live In Texas.

Now, some of these collaborations work better than others. For example, “The Edge”, which features Kirin J Callinan, is a match made in heaven. Or rather, a match made from the greatest porn parody of Star Trek, where the budget was concentrated on the soundtrack. It’s a song where the lyrics “I wanna fill you up with my love” sounds like the greatest thing a partner could whisper in your ear. Add the space-exploration bass riff and panting synths, and you’ve got the perfect hot and heavy song. You can so easily picture this in a live setting, both characters back-to-back, Donny slapping his bass with a wry smile and Kirin J Callinan absentmindedly flicking his mullet, whilst a blinding amount of cameras shoot their beams for what has to be the shot of the century.

Other parts of the record stand incredibly tall and , “Sex Tourist” with Jack Ladder and the SPOD collaborations. The former is the perfect palette for Jack Ladder’s baritone to sink to its most immoral depths, a song packed with humour and loneliness. The latter contributions, “Gentleman’s Choice” and “Fantasies”, are probably the closest thing that resemble old-school Donny, rumbling bass funkadelics, heavy breathing and Donny’s special brand of hedonism (and vocals).

The only issue to be had here is mild, in that some songs on here resemble the guests’ own projects more so than as temporary visitors to Donny Land. Sure, there’s the Benet aesthetic there, of whispered lushness and trickling, unreal bass slaps, but “Endless”, which holds Isabella Manfredi’s vocals, and “Never Alone” come off like Preatures and Geoffrey O’Connor songs that have been Back-to-the-Future’d a few times, and picked up some 80’s sprinkle from all that time warp-age.

However, this is hardly a complaint. When the cast is as arrayed and talented as this, scoring a really good Preatures song on a Donny Benet album is just a bonus treat amongst the gold already there. When you’re submerged in this sensual world of Donny’s, it’s hard, painful even, to pull yourself out. Even though I was born a decade after the fact, the 80’s has that sheen to it, and Donny exploits it for a new and eager audience. And with these guests, he surmounts that problem of novelty wearing off. Now, his supreme talent as instigator and philanthropist of retro-sound can be completely appreciated for the genius that it is.

‘Weekend at Donny’s’ is out on Rice is Nice Records now. Donny’s bringing the touch to Brighton Up Bar on October 10th and 11th, with You Beauty and Food Court respectively. Go to one. Go to both. But go. Because his name is Donny Benet, and he will bring you happiness.

Video: Geoffrey O’Connor-Her Name On Every Tongue

How great was that movie Norbit? You know that movie where Eddie Murphy plays all the roles? Sure, it was massacred by critics and audiences alike, and is considered worse than a half hour with Seth MacFarlane, but surely there was some positive feedback? No?

Anyway, Melbourne resident Geoffrey O’Connor has become INSPIRED by that film (sic) and starred in every role in his new film clip for ‘Her Name On Every Tongue’. The clip revolves around a Twin Peaks-esque mystery, in which the world wonders what happened to ISIS, a super glamourous ‘trillionare entertainer’. Without this woman to lead the way, the globe collapses into static TV screens and prison inmates with shitty neck tattoos.

However, if this celebrity apocalypse does have a silver lining, it would be the tranquil, ice-cold sounds of Geoffrey O’Connor. Each synth note is an extended gripping of the spine from the hands of the Ice Queen, and every time O’Connor opens his mouth, its pure longing in audio form. This guy has had his fair share of romantic troubles, I’m sure of it. The only difference between him and me, is that Geoffrey O’Connor is that he can sing/play music/direct/act/miscellaneuous better than me. If it weren’t for this amazing song to comfort me, I’d be feeling pretty shitty right now. Thanks Geoffrey!

New: Geoffrey O’Connor-Jacqueline

From the moment this track starts, ‘Jacqueline’ is a confident and engaging affair. This song grabs you from the waist with its nightclub synth, drags you to a leopard spotted shag carpet in its apartment, and proceeds to have its romantic ways all over your mind. Like most songs named after a girl, ‘Jacqueline’ is lustrously romantic, in all the good ways. Geoffrey O’Connor fortunately has a penchant for staying away from the sleaze and thankfully sways in smoky, genuine passion territory. Major bonus points for the sultry female backing vocals, and the line ‘Your nipples pointed, to the stars’. Yeah, that piqued your interest. How can someone say that without being sleazy? Guess you’ll just have to spin to this diamond-encrusted beauty all night to find out.