Video: Rainbow Chan – Work

13876587_1151851884856988_4959552341671531997_n

Rainbow Chan has always been excessively cool, but this new song and clip has taken her to a new stance of god-like proportions. After listening to and watching “Work”, I feel the same way about Rainbow Chan as I do Beyonce – just mouth-agape, holy shit, that’s what a fucking boss sounds like. She just oozes with this effortless aura of chic that would make Fonzie’s head spin.

“Work” has everything you could want from a pop song – a stomping beat, a flourishing workout of percussion and potentially the best dance sequence since Kevin Bacon was gyrating his way through an abandoned warehouse in Footloose. Add in an abundance of leather, two notably boss backup dancers, and Rainbow Chan’s absolutely stunning vocals snapping necks to attention faster than a karate chop from Chuck Norris, and you’ve a whole new level of pop masterpiece.

Rainbow Chan’s debut album Spacings will be out on Silo Arts on August 26th. Catch Rainbow Chan bringing her incredible moves to either the first night of Volumes Festival on August 26th, or her album launch at Newtown Social Club on September 16th.

Advertisements

Album Review: GL – Touch

13707808_1323708957658157_3977742046836660533_n

Every now and then, I get asked to DJ. It’s always heaps of fun for me, but it also sucks for everyone else there because they have to suffer through a ginger kid awkwardly fading between The Replacements and Dinosaur Jr. for hours on end, complete with long and arduous gaps of silence between each song as I attempt to figure out how the CD-J’s work.

The saving grace for these poor bastards locked in a room with me has always been GL. When all hope seems lost, and even half-priced rum ‘n’ cokes aren’t enough to enthrall even the most sturdy of boozehounds, I’ll drop some “Won’t You See” or “Grip”. Instantly, the room is a flourishing wetland of dancing figures and people that suddenly don’t hate my guts. They might not know the songs, but fuck me if folks can’t resist cutting shapes to GL. And who can blame ’em? This is boogie music, through and through!

After a few years of EP’s and singles, the duo of Graham Pogson and Ella Thompson have released their debut full-length. Never before have slap-bass, trickling synths and a drop-dead gorgeous voice been combined so effectively before – each song hits like a speeding train of propulsive rhythms and deadly pop.

The instrumentation of Touch sparkles with crystalline production, each synth burbling with a joyful soul and the bass riffs squelching with particular enthusiasm. Every time another bass slap rockets through the speakers, you can’t help but let out a little involuntary ‘Ooo!’!

However, the star of the show has to go to Ella Thompson’s vocals; her voice acts as a beacon amongst the thick production, summoning from the dance floor, a battle cry for the good times you risk missing out on if you ignore the call. Thompson has proved herself one of the best vocalists, doing time with everyone from Dorsal Fins to AXOLOTOL, but with GL, she delves into a well of talent, unleashing a full-blown pop powerhouse on songs like “Grip” and “Number One”.

There’s a reason why the music of GL goes off so well at my otherwise uneventful and uninspired DJ sets – they just know how to make really great pop music. This duo from Melbourne just ‘get’ it, the same way that Cyndi Lauper and Whitney Houston and Prince ‘got’ it. To do anything but allow yourself to become an obsessive disciple of their music is to deprive yourself of the best local pop band going around right now.

Touch is out now through Plastic World and Midnight Feature. Catch GL when they play Newtown Social on September 17th!

New: Hockey Dad – So Tired

73ef0f34-eacf-422d-a5c0-6b4e710b8e79

Let’s be real – your mates Hockey Dad were always going to be a bunch of superstars when they decided to name themselves after a ridiculously obscure Simpsons reference. It’s a shame they didn’t go with Lee Carvallo’s Putting Challenge, or they would’ve been a surefire contender for the biggest Aussie rock gods since Bon Scott had an unfortunate chuck up.

Top notch pop culture nods aside, Hockey Dad continue to be favourites because they write damn fine songs. Cruisy, carefree, but never crude, it is easier to get swept up in the charm and riffs of Hockey Dad than it is to draw dignity.

Case in point: “So Tired”. It’s the first single from their debut album “Boronia”, which promises to feature crisp white buns and garage pop goodness in equal measure. They’ve thrown the song out a few times during their near constant touring, and it’s always proved a winner, so it’s good to see the recorded version has lost none of its ability to get a smile on ya dial.

New From Sydney: Phantastic Furniture + Georgia Mulligan + Morning TV

Screen Shot 2015-12-22 at 6.33.40 pm

I’ve been heaps busy with wrapping up at work and uni, so I’ve gotten pretty lazy on the Internet side of things. NO MORE! Here’s a few tunes from Shitney you should familiarise yourself with:

Phantastic Ferniture – Gap Year

A nation of kids have just finished high school – according to numbers I’ve just made up, 50% will go on a gap year to “find themselves”. They’ll head to Europe on their parents’ dollar, pick up a range of STD’s and get too drunk to remember any of it, except for the part where they got, like, SUPER HIGH in Amsterdam. Bro, you totally gotta go.

The only “Gap Year” worth actually taking is the one from Phantastic Ferniture – lush, delicate and enough heartbreak to make Vin Diesel well up with tears and start complaining about all the dust in the room, the hats go off to this song, and this band. There’s huge things for them next year, so make sure you buy ’em a beer in a vain attempt to hitch a ride on their coattails to fame.

Georgia Mulligan – White Lies

More incredibly beautiful stuff outta my hometown, “White Lies” stands out for Georgia Mulligan’s incredible voice, in much the same way that Die Hard stands out from action movies because of Bruce Willis’ ability to deliver one-liners perfectly.

Although she initially started off with a series of covers, “White Lies” shows Mulligan embarking into original territory with the kind of ease that makes you scream, “Jesus Christ, why didn’t you start doing this earlier”. It helps that “White Lies” is a total ear worm, but not the kind that you’ll be able to replicate yourself due to the fact that you’re tone deaf and your voice sounds like a pair of aardvarks rooting in a dustbin compared to Mulligan’s. To get the full satisfaction of this song, you’ll just have to keep hitting repeat.

Morning TV – Golden

The only time to bother with morning TV (the concept, not the band) is whilst waiting in dentist offices, or when you’re so drunk that you just NEED to see how big Richard Wilkins’ head actually is. Now, there’s another decent reason to look that shit up.

Morning TV are a brand new band, serving up some nice slices of dream-pop. Think Unknown Mortal Orchestra meeting the drowsy swoon of Craft Spells or Wild Nothing for a drink at some new, trendy bar that hasn’t been completely overrun with dickheads just yet. On the morning TV spectrum, “Golden” falls somewhere close to the joyful antics of Karl Stefanovic, as opposed to the disturbing chortles of Kochie.

Video: Plum – Tiny Feet

1a6f91ef-8fa8-4b3c-bbd4-e68c4c9ec354

Like most sports, I suck at Racquet Ball. However, unlike most sports, I’m not embarrassed about it. Because fuck racquet ball – that’s the sport equivalent of dying alone, and only being found nine months later when the stench is too much.

Plum, the new project of Caleb Jacobs (The Cathys) utilises a game of racquet ball for his debut video. Maybe its a reference to my earlier allegory, maybe it was just an excuse to wear all white and goggles. Whatever the reasoning, the only thing that matters is that it provides a great background for “Tiny Feet”,  a pretty cool little tune that hums alongside the likes of Washed Out and Real Estate.

Video: Empat Lima – Bowie On the Beach

12189259_637366726403683_1755508121609287305_o

Before “Bowie on the Beach”, hypnotism was just some bullshit that terrible magicians would practise at the dodgy ends of the Strip in Las Vegas. Now, it’s more real than ever – I am bent to Empat Lima’s command.

Seriously, do yourself a favour, a succumb to the neon post-punk of this band. Allow yourself to get drawn deeper and deeper into the sheer absurdity of their music. It’s a shimmering mirage, a heatstroke injection into pop that you cannot afford to miss out on. Invest. Believe. Synergy. Empty Lima.

Hell, I ain’t yet to told you about the video yet. Smattered with the kind of colourful haze that clouds your vision right before you throw up all the three-month old milk, the clip for “Bowie On the Beach” has to be one of the best videos released this year. It’s like Eric Warehaim directed Point Break. There are conk shells, cannonballs, and dolphin races, all smothered in that distorted, disturbing, delicious haze. It’s funny, it’s weird, and it’s kinda brilliant  – there is absolutely nothing more you could want from a video.

Empat Lima – you are fucking awesome. Please never leave.

Album Review: Wild Honey – Wild Honey EP

EP Cover ArtPersonal anecdote that almost no one will find appealing: I used to work alongside Thom Moore from Wild Honey. And by work, I mean, I did about 3-4 days of work experience at Mojo’s, the record store/bar in Wynyard. After two weeks, my Mum told me that I had to stop going to Mojo’s because I needed to concentrate on my HSC. Even though that was a bit of a lost cause  (the mystery mark speaks for itself), I had fun flipping through records in a basement. A huge shipment of LP’s had come in at that time, and Thom specifically asked that if any surf records came through, I should throw them his way. After finally getting to hear Wild Honey, the craving for these surf records all makes perfect sense now. I mean, there’s a goddamn beach on the front cover, in case you’re bad at picking up subtle hints.

This EP is a strong fever dream of adoration for late 60’s rock and pop, particularly Love and The Velvet Underground. The hallmarks are there, from harmonica solos, to languid guitars, and lyrics that reach to the sort of eternal summer that only exists in the universe of Grease Lightning. Wild Honey work well with a pop-rock that isn’t just summery, but puts the writers behind the Coke jingles to shame. A song like “This Time” works as a cool down just as well as wiping a VB on your forehead, and “Coming Home” sounds less like a desire to go to one place than to be entirely transported to 60’s era California. “Eye to Eye” stands out particularly, as just being an on-point pop song. It’s well-written, catchier than one of Ben Lee’s diseases, and its got a ripper video about aliens and murder, so everyone’s a winner, right?

Although only four tracks long, this EP shows a lot of promise for Wild Honey. The songs are unforced and come quite easily, something a lot of bands who try and re-create songs removed multiple times from their generation can struggle with. Owning a collection of surf records that could kill someone when toppled over surely doesn’t hurt. For a day like today, in which a step outside turns your face into the Red Skull, maybe sit indoors and enjoy Wild Honey’s debut.

Wild Honey play tonight at The Union Hotel, a free show with Bearhug and Shining Bird.

New: Mezko – Journey’s End

12196158_1079248962085796_680814584857756000_n

Before “Journey’s End”, MEZKO were a bunch of space goddesses who made majestic synth darkness. Now, they’ve gone and become fully fledged queens of pop. Crystal Castles, Grimes, Purity Ring – put down the keytar, and hit the dole-queue, you’re out of a job!

This thing – it’s a full blown pop explosion. Fucking BANG! It shows MEZKO hitting a new peak for themselves, delving head first into a territory that was only hinted at in their previous songs. Once “Journey’s End” hits that chorus, you can practically feel yourself being flung into that scene from the Matrix 2, where everyone’s caked in mud and raving. This whole track is covered in thrilling from top to bottom.

MEZKO play the Gaelic Club this Saturday with Shocking Pinks, Ill Winds, and Lovely Head.

New: Jack T Wotton – Never Again

12109306_719102408194982_2178599829266721675_n

What does the ‘T’ in Jack T Wotton stand for? It’s a question that’s plagued the ages, like what happened to Harold Holt, and is Vegemite delicious or disgusting?

Seriously though, what guise is that ‘T’ shrouding? What mystery lies beneath its abbreviation? My money says ‘Terminator’, simple because of the music this guy is making. His variety of drum-machine sensual assault parallels one of the most classic franchises of all time, only instead of human annihilation, the machines are all about providing carnal pleasure. Am I right? Probably.

Like two kids using a fax machine to sext, “Never Again” is pre-Internet primal sexuality dialled up to the maximum. Press play, and lose yourself in J Wott’s squelchy 80’s wet dream that has inexplicably transferred itself from a thrusting, moustache-clad porno to the modern age.   Strap in, the machines are cumming.

(That’s the grossest and greatest sentence I’ve ever typed)

Video: Love Signs – Not Used to Losing

f3145f53-e4a7-4ad5-bbb7-a969eba2e8d7

Fuuuuuuuck, now I gotta brain freeze. Yeah….shit, yeah, I thought it was gone, but now it’s back. Mmmm, ah ah ah ah, Jesus, ah ah ah, no, don’t talk to me, no, shit, shit, shit, yep, yep it’s gone.

That’s the new song from Love Signs – it’s sugary sweet pop purpose built for the brain freeze effect. Except you’re not screaming in pain, thrashing your arms in a savage case of frosty Parkinson’s – you’re having a jolly old time falling in love with some of Brissy’s finest.

If the sugar-caked melodies weren’t enough “Not Used to Losing” throws down the gauntlet with an all-star cast hanging out in malls, singing karaoke, and lying in terrifyingly rigid positions on the bleachers. In reference to that final activity – Brisbane, fuck’s wrong with you mate? That’s what serial killers do! Love Signs are the band that you want playing in the background when you go on your first date, not your first murdering spree!