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You know what is great about smaller boutique festivals? The one thing that really separates them from huge national festivals is the incredible atmosphere. The BYO and camping aspects definitely help as well, however Jungle Love is a festival that really stood out to me last year. With fewer than 1000 people, it seemed like everyone was a friend. Whether you had met them before, if you knew them through a friend of a friend or if you sparked up a conversation in passing. It was this relaxed and friendly nature that really sparked its way through the festival grounds on the second day.
The day continued with some interesting grooves from Astro Travellers who were fresh from recording a new release. These guys are a combination of rap/hip hop and âspace-jazzâ, and you can see why their blend managed to strike a vocal chord with the early morning punters. The Worriers were up next and their new single âMama Saidâ was fresh off the press. The rock/pop blend even managed to get a few people dancing in the blistering heat, which is really quite a feat.
The music took a turn from the dance to the chill with some Desmond Cheese. Their cool groovy tunes gave the amassed crowd time to find some shade and have a cold drink while gently swaying to the interesting soundscapes.
 The festival was home to a wonderful lake, which I intended to make full use of. Although the lake weed freaked out a few festivalgoers, the lake was an incredible midday treat. And if you could time it well, you could catch bands and discussions at the lake stage from the water.
 After the swim there was the 5-way lineup I had been so excited about. Boss Moxi, Waax, The Furrs, Twin Haus and Moses Gunn Collective. HOT DIGGITY DAWG. And my gosh did they live up to expectation. Between Boss Moxiâs rock infused psychedelic jazz, Waaxâs sheer power and incredible leading lady, Twin Hausâ slow builds and Moses Gunnâs smoothie blender of every genre in an orchestrated mash. But even after sing some legitimately âhotâ bands, Michelle Xen, LeSuits and Dubmarine hadnât even taken the stage! The 3 bands were a flurry of lights, showmanship and raucous fun. After some serious dancing to both Michelle Xen and LeSuits, Dubmarine was a perfect band to bring it all home. I stumbled back to my tent at 2am and wondered what next year would be like.
 If you couldnât quite pull the trigger for this year, make it a resolution to check it out next year as this was a highlight of the year.
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 First off, I just want to take my hat off to everyone who had a part in putting together Jungle Love Festival. The weather may have been scorching, but it didnât stop people from having the best fucking weekend of their lives.
Iâve now discovered the perfect combination to a perfect weekend = Lake Moogerah + BYO + epic bands + good vibes.
 Arriving in 30+ degree heat on Friday morning, we chucked up our tents with the sounds of Mega Ogre floating over us from the festival site. They sounded pretty swish, and after a few drinks we made our way over so as not to miss the next band, The Bacchanales. It was hot and early and not many people had shown up yet, but the boys gave it their all, playing a wicked set. Thereâs nothing like a bit of rock nâ roll to start a music festival â the vibe had been set.
 Next up were Fat Susan, who drew us in by âslappin da bass manâ in their soundcheck, and preceded to play a loose set of tunes that seemed to be influenced by every genre under the sun, but mostly a dirty mix of rock and funk. Basically, they were a lot of fun.
 After a quick break (aka drinks, water and sunscreen application in the shade), we checked out Baskervillain. Iâve wanted to check out this band for a seriously long time, and lo and behold, they did not disappoint. They rocked, they psychedelicâd, and they blew me away with some legendary harmonica. These guys seem to be talented musicians and were a truly masterful act.
 By this stage it was 3pm, and though the worst of the heat was probably over, it was time for a dip in the lake. It was muddy, there was a lot of lake-weed, but it was blissful. Unfortunately we couldnât stay in the pond forever, as there was one band I didnât want to miss.
 Iâm talking about The Jensens. They had the biggest turn out so far, with a decent crowd of dancers up front who got their boogie on to favourites like Shark Thunder, and their latest single Fears. These guys were one of my favourite bands of the whole weekend. Maybe itâs because their indie rock sound takes me back a few years to my careless teenage years, or maybe itâs because theyâre just that fucking good. Solid drums and bass, dreamy guitar tones, catchy vocals, harmonies, some tambourine - what more could you want? They even smoked a joint on stage like true rock stars.
 Skip forward a little while and it was finally starting to cool down, and HRBRT (pronounced Herbert, I think) took us on an instrumental funk/jazz adventure as the most beautiful sunset played out overhead. It was the perfect moment to sit on the hill and chill to some wicked music. Iâm pretty sure there were even calls for more when their set was over, they were that good.
 Tin Can Radio performed one of the most rousing sets of the night, with their indie/electro tunes set to an amazing backdrop of lightening. It went on for basically their whole set, almost as though theyâd arranged it somehow. It was stunning, and so to was the music. They played a mix of old and new songs, and while I wasnât as enamored with the new stuff (it was still great, donât get me wrong), songs such as Hot Trash from their 2012 LP had me the most excited. It was such a delight hearing these guys live again.
 Next up were The Mouldy Lovers, who brought the love and made it hard not to go crazy for these gypsy-ska folk. Saxophonist Jonathan Sri (Greens candidate for Sth. Brisbane) opened things up by laying down an epic social commentary rap, and the rest of the set only got better from there. At one stage there was even a double decker horns section, with trumpet player Matt sitting atop trombonist Bodieâs shoulders. And yes, they did manage to play like that. The crowd pulled out all the stops with their crazy dance moves and it was a joyful time to be alive.
 So after all that mayhem, I didnât think any other act would be able to impress me, but Bec Laughton did exactly that. I have no idea how a somewhat tiny redhead has such a big voice, but Bec brought the soul to the Jungle Love stage. She powered through some of her own epic songs that had me transfixed, and topped off her set with a medley of 90âs classics (weâre talking TLC, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and even Captain Planet), as well as an epic mash up of danceable songs such as Jamiroquaiâs Canned Heat. She commanded the audience with her voice and her dance moves, and was the perfect end to my first day of jungle love.
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Playing at the ânewâ Wooly Mammoth bar, Yeo was possibly my favourite act of the night. Playing as a two man group with a heavy reliance on pre-recorded backing, which I normally hat, I was blown away by how great the sound was. The energy was off the hook; Yeoâs drummer was a genius (and his light up sticks were pretty sweet) and keytar was used in at least 50% of the songs, which is obviously a major positive. Songs like Kobe and Girl were clearly already favourites of the small but passionate audience, and Yeo was clearly putting his emotions into the set. It was a killer set of songs that got me pumped up for his Come Find Me EP (which is out now).
 Thelma Plum
Well didnât Thelma Plum grow up? Ok, so Iâm not much older than her, but Thelmaâs set was a synthy, electronic-guitary mix of delightful tunes that surprised me just a little bit. I knew her second EP Monsters was a change to her acoustic-driven first ep, but this was my first time seeing her and her new sound, and it was brilliant. The packed out venue was eating it up. Her voice was confident and dripping with talent, and my only complaint was that she didnât smile more, because I sure know I was.
 Mosman Alder
A fairly small crowd was at Black Bear Lodge to see off the night with some Mosman Alder tunes. The Brisbane band had just released their debut album Humdrum Star (produced by Paul Dempsey) and delivered a set of beautifully crafted masterpieces. And Iâm not even exaggerating. Their set was dynamic, with beautiful call and response harmonies and mixed lead-vocal duties, an abundance of lush musical melodies, sprawling arrangements and what is just generally a refreshing sound that stands out from the rest. The best part about Mosman Alder is that they make it seem effortless.
THURSDAY
Airling
Airling, aka Hannah Shepherd, was an interesting set at Bigsoundâs outdoors stage. Unfortunately, police were onsite after some noise complaints, and at times the sound of people chatting almost over powered the level of the music. Though I honestly have no idea why people felt compelled to chat away when an amazing display of dreamy, chill-wave, experimental stuff was happening. Hannah has a gorgeous voice and mixes beautiful melodies and curious lyrics with refreshing synth backings, resulting in songs such as Ouroboros and The Runner, two already popular songs off her Love Gracefully EP. Airlingâs set was still a great one despite the unfortunate effect of the police presence, and is definitely a star on the rise.
 Morning Harvey
The Underdog (ex-Step Inn) was the site for Morning Harveyâs spirited set that showed why theyâre one of the funnest âmood-rockâ bands from Brisbane. I have no idea what mood-rock is, but it actually sounds pretty apt for their sounds. Their songs are catchy but simple, and they set the mood to party and had everyone moving to their music. Theyâre indie but theyâve got that something to set them apart.
Due to a series of public transport misadventures, we missed out on the early acts which included gold like Rolls Bayce and Panama. Consumed by regrets and mutinous thoughts directed at Translink, we headed to The Zoo, eager to drown our sorrows in a much needed glass of Lime Cordiale. Fortunately, Lime Cordialeâs sexual brass section (brass sexion?) made it impossible to stay down for long. The blond Leimbach brothers who front Lime Cordiale have an irresistible stage presence â their charismatic charm and catchy tunes making them a choice act to kick off the night.
Karl S. Williams:
We then galloped from The Zoo to catch the end of Karl S. Williams set. In his unique blues and roots style, Williams serenaded a Press Club so packed that the audience was spilling out onto the street. He concluded his performance with a raw a-cappella song, steeped in emotion. It was a wise call, because his is one of those rare voices that sounds even better without accompaniment.
It was a relatively warm night, but everyone who walked out of Williams set was covered in goose bumps.
Thelma Plum:
At The Elephant Hotel the atmosphere was thick with excitement as the crowd eagerly awaited local indie-darling Thelma Plum. After some technical issues, Thelma came into her stride. In the flesh, Thelma Plum exudes the same ethereal vibes which pervade her most recent EP. Waif-like and sparkling eyed, she looked for all the world like she had just stumbled out of an enchanted forest. Thelma, you are a beautiful intergalactic-fairy-queen. Never change.
Mosman Alder:
Before tapping out for the evening, we headed to Black Bear Lodge for a late-night helping of Mosman Alder. It was nearing midnight, and the mood at Black Bear had mellowed into a pleasant, lazy buzz. Mosman Alder worked to take the audience out of this comfort zone, their violinist lending these guys a subtle country flavour which set them apart from your run-of-the-mill indie exports. They concluded their set with the very catchy âGermlandâ, a certified foot stomper of a tune which was a delightful way to tie-off the nightâs festivities.
TL;DR:
Hereâs to yet another great BIGSOUND: may it continue to draw musicians of such a high calibre to our humble city.
Edit - The Love Junkies just released their ALBUM Blowing on The Devil's Strumpet - not Flight Test EP as stated.
I warm up your BIGSOUND week with a heap of artists playing this week! I also talk snoops supply and ben's burgers with The Royales. Bands played include Major Leages, The Love Junkies, Thelma Plum, The Phoncurves, Mighty Duke and The Lords and Harlequin.
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What words can I say about Splendour in the grass that hasnât already been said? It was a blurry, smoky haze of tunes, beer and grass that blends into one ridiculous weekend.
 In the wise words of Danny Brown himself, âsmoking and drinking, drinking and smokingâ. And from the get go there were at least people trying to do that. From the front gate fiasco of people trying to smuggle in full 3 litre bottles of vodka to the few that got pulled over by the sniffer dogs wandering the entry (against the strong advice of Art Vs Science). Though I in no way advocate âdrinkin and smokinâ, waking up to both a free ice break, excited chatter of the festival goers AND a cold beer in hand (not drank with the ice break â gross) was a great way to start any morning.
Thereâs no way I could cover the full extent of the Splendour lineup by myself so Iâll give you a few highlights for me over the length of the festival. There were just so many amazing acts that I donât talk about, but they were there, strumming, strutting and doing their thing.
Kite String Tangle managed to pull a completely insane crowd over the other side of the festival at Mix Up. This guy has gone from Washup TV to sold out national tours in little under a year. And itâs easy to see why. His new EP was the poster boy/girl of his gig and will hopefully carry him into the international realm to get the attention heâs worked so hard for.
Ball Park Music should have headlined. These guys were insane. I arrived at the Amphitheatre about 10 minutes before they came on and it was packed. As they roared through hits spanning their fresh but relatively extensive discography, singles like âEverything is shit except my friendship with youâ, âNice to be aliveâ and âStruggle streetâ were all met with wide smiles and sing-alongs. That was until Bohemian Rhapsody started blaring over the speakers. Although it was played a few times over the festival, the sight of air guitar solos and âMamaaaaaa OOOOOHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhâ sing-alongs will forever me etched into my brain meat.
Friday night turned up the volume to 11 on the rap scale. Childish Gambino, as Iâm sure youâve at least heard on Live on the Wireless, was nuts. He arrived onstage in shorts and a beach button up t-shirt. We could have just as easily busted in on him in his bedroom! The room was huge but weirdly intimate as everyone game enough tried to mouth along the insane raps flowing out of Donaldâs mouth. After his set was a mad dash of over 3005 people running to see Outcast on the main stage.
Even if you knew nothing about them, Outcast knew how to strut. In still ticketed shirts, Andre worked the females like Big Boi worked the raps. Though to be fair, they both have mouths like growling machine guns (Andre definitely won the growl award). At one point, before Hey Ya started, a flood of females joined Andre onstage. One such female was quite literally âlosing her shitâ as she fawned over Andre in one of the more drug-addled outburst of the weekend. As the lights went up, Outcast, although not making any new ground, treated the crowd to a set list of fan favorites and oddities.
By Saturday, or day 3 if you camped early, the crowd was starting to feel tired. A crowd of people slowly swayed out of their tents and into the festival for coffee or a feed. It was pretty well timed then that Darren Middleton took the stage to gently serenade us all. As his band ârequired money to playâ, he played with just one talented lady who backed up Darrenâs soothing sounds and managed to crack a few jokes in between.
Itâs funny how people flip around so quickly. By 4:20, or Violent Soho time, people were getting insatiable. When Soho took the stage, the inner section of the mosh pit was closed off. It took about 3 strums of Dope Calypso however to initiate a certified war zone. Security tried their best, but people were jumping left right and center to get in amongst the action. These guys always manage to blow me away and I was afraid that the festival crowd would detract me from the performance. These guys blew that out of the water. Itâs something I came to know greatly by the end of the festival â the sheer atmosphere of 10,000 people standing around you singing the words is incredible. As Soho told tales of Jesus stealing girlfriends, Drug addled gym junkies and the classic âhell fuck yeahâ it was almost over. Finishing on OK Cathedral, I couldnât have been happier choosing Violent Soho. #4122 4 lyf.
 The Foals, after stepping up after Two Door pulled out, managed to fill the void quite nicely. Their erotic blend of indie brit rock had the crowd singing along to âBlue Bloodâ and âSpanish Saharaâ before dedicating âLate Nightâ to Two Door. It was two steps later that they left the stage and with them the rock for the rest of the night.
 With Rock N Roll dead (for the night), there was only one way to go; City and Colour. It was a weird way to spend the mid-way point of the festival, but not a bad one in any sense. Whether you were sleeping, drinking, reminiscing about the dayâs ventures or, like most of the crowd, singing along, it was a fun and mellow way to round out the Saturday Night. After playing songs spanning his entire career (including a P!nk cover), âthe Girlâ was the perfect way to round out his set.
 Sunday felt almost invigorating. With the light at the end of the Grassy tunnel, everyone wanted to get the most out of their last day. With Skaters, Broods, an amazing set by Parquet courts and Sam Smith, I was speechless at the idea of seeing Grouplove. Being a fan for only a year or so, I had missed out on seeing them prior, but now was my time.
It.
Was.
Freaking.
Awesome.
 Kicking off the set was Iâm With You, the brooding opener from their latest album. Hannah Hooper was dancing better than the stars on channel 7 while wearing essentially a silver disco ball spandex suit. It was a sight to see, especially while Giant G and L letters inflated on the stage. Their set consisted of their giant singles, Itchinâ on a Photograph, Shark attack, Tongue Tied, Ways to Go and even a Drunk in Love Beyonce Cover. They were definitely one of my favorite acts of the weekend. If you havenât seen them yet â youâd better get on that.
 Chvurches and First Aid Kit filled in the day with great sets, but it was the Mix Up stage where I set up to party the festival out. With sets by Nina Las Vegas through the night it was a hard party to find complaints. Danny Brown eventually took the stage and rapped incoherently. While it was most definitely incoherent, it was everything I thought itâd be. He was an icon who put all 100% into the crowd and the crowd (who to be fair was not exactly sober) lapped it up like cats to milk. It was an odd lead-in then to probably my 2nd favorite performance of the festival.
 Darkside certainly live up to their name. It was as dark as the hangovers many had on Monday morning. In a slow build up of strobes and insane lighting, Nicholas Jaar and Dave Harrington, worked almost effortlessly behind the blur of lights and speakers to create an atmosphere even Peter Jackson would be ecstatic with. Slow jams melded with bass drops and fuzzy guitar like it was all a weird butter to knife food party. If it were a food party however, I most certainly got my fill. But as the lights stopped flickering it made me wish there was more. More time, more acts, more days and more crazy encounters with people.
 Iâll leave you with the words from a cute lass probably on quite a âhappiness highâ as she stroked my beard, âDance with me in the Moonlight. Because life is beautiful â just like your beardâ.
If two is company and threeâs a crowd, then what, dare we ask, is six?
Well if six-piece Brisbane outfit Mosman Alder is any indication, six is a sure-fire recipe for indie success. Because Mosman Alder is pure musical escapism.
Like the more upbeat cousins of the Brit band Arthur Beatrice, Mosman Alder has cultivated a sound that is addictively hopeful. Theirs are the sort of foot-stomping tunes that totally transport you. Each track makes you want to take off your clothes and sing your heart out until the hills echo with the sound of Mosman Alders sweet music. âGermlandâ, a taster from their upcoming LP, is one such track. In it, endearing vocals, a tinkling piano and uplifting violins combine to liberate the listener. Like a musical anti-anxiety pill, this is a track that will soothe your nerves and boost your confidence â with varying results:
2000 words due by midnight? No wukkin furries, m8.
Job interview tomorrow? Go to sleep bae, youâre flawless.
Court summons for public nudity on account of above naked-hill-singing? Werk that prison jumpsuit, you smooth criminal, you.
Be sure to catch Mosman Alder at Bigsound, where they will be inflating crowds with a dangerously excessive sense of well-being. Alternately, you can inflate their sense of well-being by giving Mosman Alder a like: > https://www.facebook.com/MosmanAlder
In 2013, Brisbane-based producer Danny Harley, better known as The Kite String Tangle, uploaded "Given The Chance" to the internet. It went onto become an inarguably hit single within Australiaâs indie scene. People voted it onto Triple Jâs Hottest 100 beating a myriad of Australian and international songs and left a lot of people wondering where they could find more of his dreamy, romantic electronica. After a collaboration with American dubstep duo Adventure Club, Harleyâs anxiously awaited debut EP, Vessel, is finally here.
 Vesselâlike most electronica on the radio these daysâattempts to find some middle ground between the bedroom and the festival tent. Making mud-covered eighteen year olds dance to the musical equivalent of late night text messages seems to be the current trend of electronic producers and TKST is paving the way. While some might describe this trend as cathartic, others describe it as shallow to take painful memories and turn them into a club banger. Itâs a fine line between processing feelings and exploiting them for mass appeal and TKST falls either side of that line throughout Vessel.
After listening to Vessel, âArcadiaâ makes sense as the opening track. The initial transition from Harleyâs signature vocals to wall-of-synth sound demands attention. Listen to "What If" and "Words" for more examples of this effective blueprint. Another noticeable feature is his penchant for reverb and echo. On Vessel, Harley is alone in an open space, dreaming and caring.
What works the most on this EP is TKSTâs first and greatest single, âGiven The Chanceâ. Itâs a pop masterpiece that showcases Harleyâs stellar production ability. Born from such a clear idea and executed passionately, itâs xylophone melodies, harp arpeggios and synth stabs are supremely organic and meld beautifully. The way the vocal samples bend in pitch could elicit an emotional response from even the most jaded listener. In itâs final minute, all these elements come together for a near euphoric collection of sound that even veteran producers wish they could make.
It's unfortunate that the wildest departure in sound on Vessel, "Stone Cold" is also the least effective. Featuring the vocals of Tiana Khasi and inspired by early 2000s R&B, it doesn't reach the height of the other tracks. While Khasiâs voice feels at home over the instrumental hip hop beat and electronic percussion, Dannyâs sombre voice is out of place, and sometimes even awkward. It's a shame that Harley's first attempt at changing his own formula doesnât entirely work.Â
However that drawback is incomparable to his poor songwriting. Harleyâs lyrics are ineloquent statements, metaphors and similes that even his most heartfelt delivery canât salvage. The lyrics âYou were trying to make it work/You were sleeping in my shirtâ on âArcadiaâ are cringe-inducing. However it has to be said that this lyrical approach works only on âGiven The Chanceâ but only because of the call-to-action vibe. The chorus, âGirl you know I like you/Girl you make me crazyâ is so simple but it has to be, because an indirect comparison to love would work against the explicit message of the song.
In the end, Vessel has well-defined strengths and weaknesses. This is only an EP but itâs sure to garner attention for Danny Harley so expect more from him in the future. He has distinct sound for a genre of music thatâs thriving right now. While his first official effort is no where near perfect, as long Harley keeps making mean pop hooks and developing his own visceral electronica, heâs guaranteed success. Hopefully that success will give him the space to comfortably experiment more and improve his way with words.Â
For over a decade, the conference-festival-hybrid BIGSOUND has reigned as Australiaâs top annual music industry event. It is a much coveted gig which gives new acts a platform to network with various VIPâs and professionals of the industry.
Airling, the moniker of local music maker Hannah Shepherd, is just one of the many acts converging upon Brisbane this September as part of the BIGSOUND lineup. After winning Triple-Jâs national Unearthed competition, and performing the opening set at Splendour, Airling has enjoyed a great deal of exposure recently. With this in mind, you could be forgiven for being a little sceptical as to whether the buzz is actually justified. Fortunately however, Airling is a genuinely solid talent who lives up to the hype and then some.
For a fledgling performer, she is refreshingly experimental, unafraid of coupling her soft, dreamy sound with layered electronic work. With a distinctly chill-wave flavour, Airlingâs smooth-as-honey voice permeates her tracks, to create tasty morsels like âOurobosâ and âThe Runnerâ. Unobtrusive yet addictive, these are the sort of songs that belong to the realm of lazy, Sunday mornings. For curing a hangover, Airling isnât quite as effective as a dozen of McDonaldâs finest hash browns â but sheâs a damn close second.
For those lucky enough to be attending BIGSOUND 2014 be sure to check out her set. For those who arenât, press play and allow Airling to soothe those lack-of-BIGSOUND-ticket feels.
Inconvenient Truth about the Music Industry #427: it is astronomically difficult for an artist to follow up a promising debut with an equally well-received successive album.
But with her second EP, Monsters, Thelma Plum â Brisbaneâs very own intergalactic starchild â seems to have done exactly that. Rather than crashing and burning, Plum has soared to even greater heights following last monthâs release of Monsters. Damn, sheâs soared so far, the gal is out of this world.
Monsters marks a departure from the sweet, acoustic sound Plum debuted in 2012. Itâs a risky manoeuvre: to strike out in a completely new direction after establishing a formula for success. But for Plum, it is a move that has ultimately paid off. In Monsters, a more mature Plum takes the listener upon a mesmerising trip through the cosmos. In a soupy, electronic galaxy of orbiting synths and electric guitars, Plumâs vocals reign supreme â as dark and mysterious as the universe itself.
As Monsters is a record that demands to be enjoyed as a whole, itâs impossible to isolate and praise a single track. Whether itâs the eerie titular track, the melancholic âCandlesâ or the vengeful âHow Much Does Your Love Costâ â each is guaranteed to get you starry eyed. At just four songs, Monsters is a short listen and well worth your time. For those of you who require further convincing, apparently Yoda himself, upon listening to the EP, said: âHear this EP in full, you mustâ.
With Monsters, Thelma Plum has established herself as one talented space cadet who shows no sign of running out of creative fuel. You can follow her on her journey to infinity and beyond (space pun game/10) here:
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Blurst of Times is back for another year. If you don't remember last year - I can't blame you (it was crazy). The lineup featured the likes of Violent Soho, Velociraptor, Bitch Prefect and Major Leagues to name a very limited few.Â
This years lineup is filled with much of the same style - hard, fast and psychedelic. The ever incredible DZ Deathrays (fresh from an amazing Splendour slot) are there to headline along with the likes of metal/thrashers the Hard Ons and (if you like your tunes mellow, and sexually chilled the fuck out) you've got Dick Diver. The lineup also features the return of Major Leagues, the continually pleasurable Babaganouj and a string of others.
This epic festival hits the Brightside and the Zoo on the 18th of October and you can grab your early bird $46.95 +BF tickets on Oztix here -Â http://bit.ly/1q4h6qc
DZ Deathrays
Hard Ons
Dick Diver
Blank Realm
Orphans Orphans
The UV Race
Major Leagues
TV Colours
High Tension
Babaganouj
Rolls Bayce
Day Ravies
High-Tails
I, A Man
Dollar Bar
Roku Music
The Good Sports
The Upskirts
Born Lion
Salvadarlings
A quick 5 track EP-release themed podcast. We feature Meg Mac, Mercians, Bugs, Hound., and Reverie! All great Brisbane bands or touring artists hitting town soon.
Babaganouj are touring with the release of their latest single âBluffâ,
I got into the brisbane indie mindset to review this single. I felt that listening to it on repeat in the background while playing videogames wasnât giving Babaganouj a fair chance. I needed to go scummier. I drove to my local 24 hour convenient store and bought a pack of cigarettes. I then drove to a park, sat on the trunk of my car and played 'Bluff' through my phone's terrible speakers while smoking a cigarette. I listened to it on repeat until I came to this conclusion: itâs above average.
Bluff definitely has that Brisbane indie charm, which isnât surprising since all four members of Babaganouj have already been making tunes in brisbane brands Yves Klein Blue, Go Violets and Inland Sea. Harriette Pilbeamâs voice dominates with an endearingly Australian accent with lyrics that made me cringe a few times in the trackâs three minute length. The delivery of âyou made me feel better/but now you just make me feel sadâ made me want to single-handedly redefine âself-expressionâ. Most of the lyrics would have been better suited to a passive-aggressive facebook rant rather sung to a crowd of people.Â
Besides that, âBluffâ is a solid indie-pop tune that doesnât rush itself and doesnât overstay itâs welcome. Moments of heavy guitar distortion and screeching walls of sound behind the astonishingly clear vocals and catchy chord progression makes this an extremely pleasant listen. Itâs as smooth and as harsh as a Marlboro gold ciggy on a cold night.
Theyâll be playing this Saturday night at Black Bear Lodge with the John Steel Singers and Tempura.
Hereâs the other dates for their tour.
Friday August 1 -  FBI Social (Sydney)
Saturday August 2 â Brighton Up Bar (Sydney)
Sunday August 3 -Â Rad (Wollongong) / underage show
Sunday August 3 -Â Rad (Wollongong) / 18+ show
Saturday August 9 -Â Black Bear Lodge (Brisbane)
Saturday August 16 -Â The Gasometer Hotel (Melbourne)
In the last decade, skepticism has become the default lens through which we critique the world around us. Exposing what is false is now the hobby of those with too much time on their hands. We can still feel good but itâs always despite the pain of modern existence. Twentysomethings everywhere are disenchanted, disengaged and spiritually inert. Sex, drugs and rock nâ roll is more of a necessary evil than a lifestyle. We havenât been to church in a long time and for good reason. Fortunately, pioneers like James Blake and Frank Ocean are reinventing soul music for the mainstream. Megan McInerney, going by the name Meg Mac, is following this trend of soul pop with the release of her self-titled debut EP.Â
Iâm not saying that Meg Mac is the savior of soul but sheâs clearly contributing to a genre of music thatâs in desperate need of revitalization.
Meg Mac starts off with the jarringly optimistic track âRoll Up Your Sleevesâ. Like watching a squid walk on dry land, itâs unsettling hearing anything thatâs meant to empower. Devoid of any angst whatsoever, bright pianos and uplifting handclaps introduce the EP as something different than what makes up the rest of what's on the radio waves right now.Â
However the tracks that follow play safe in their subject matter. Coming from a place of hindsight, what makes up most of the rest of the EP are lies (âEvery Lieâ), mistakes (âTurningâ) and regrets (âKnown Betterâ). It's unsurprising, McInerney at only twenty-two years of age sings about relationships and the problems that follow. What takes this EP to another level is her voice, which is somewhat versatile but always smooth, sultry and affective. Her vocal hooks rival Sia in their ability to induce chills.
The highlight of this EP is smack-bang in the middle of it's five track length. âGrandmaâs Handsâ turns up the soul and turns on the synthesizer for church on Sunday morning. While the tracks before it had only subtly experimented with electronic samples and synths, âGrandma's Handsâ takes a breath of fresh air and finds a contemporary sound that blends seamlessly with McInerney's deliberately mature voice. It's during âGrandma's Handsâ the synths rise from the background and match her soaring vocal ferocity which then for the first time isn't front and centre.Â
Itâs impossible to not at least mention McInerney's affinity for James Blake. The singer/songwriter lists the English blue-eyed soulster as one of her inspirations. Luckily enough, she has enough of an individual sound that she's not just riding on his stylish coattails.
In the end, Meg Mac succeeds due it's stellar production and attention to McInerney's strength - her voice. Amazingly consistent, there are no weak tracks on this EP. If Meg Mac is an indication of what soul music could be, I want to be a part of that future.
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Inigo are a 7-piece outfit devoted to providing chicken soup for the jazzy soul. Their first track âConstant Beatâ is an impossibly smooth winter warmer, capable of thawing the heart of even the staunchest jazz hater. It is apparently the demo of a forthcoming track called âFictionâ. Considering, however, how polished âConstant Beatâ is, Iâd argue that thereâs little room for improvement.
Inigo seems to practice a democratic approach to music making, where no-one band-member is allowed to dominate. In this track, itâs an approach that works, allowing them to showcase the various talents of the band. By the end of âConstant Beatâ you feel intimately acquainted with the brass section, the bassplayer, the piano man and drummer â all in equal measure.
Special mention, however, must go to Erin Fitzsimon, the vocalist and founder of Inigo. Suckers for slick, jazzy vocal work (a la Norah Jones or Erykah Badu) will fall hook, line and sinker for Fitzsimonâs rich tones.
So, much kudos and many respect to Inigo for their honourable work in making the niche genre of jazz (tragically dominated by middle-aged, fedora-clad men) more accessible to the young âuns.
Keep an ear out for Inigoâs first EP, which is set for a September release!
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Little Bigsound is a âMusic Industry Conference for Youth by Youthâ. This youth conference has graced Brisbane yet again, and this year brings a no holds barred music industry ensemble to educate and bedazzle us with tales of woe and free beer.
 The day, which was sponsored by QMusic and Youth Music Industries, was host to 5 main sections. First up talking to a hall of fresh-faced youth and industry reps were Panelists Paul Watson, Maggie Collins, Fiona Campbell and Jesse Barbera. Sitting down between school groups and music hopefuls I couldnât help but resonate with something Maggie said, âWhen I was in school, there werenât things like this.â
 Sometimes, while living in Brisbane, a city plentiful with culture and arts I sometimes miss the great opportunities available. So it was great to see so many here to dip their toes in the great ocean of music industry.
 The day was then partitioned into a few sections of your own choosing. However only being able to choose 2 of the available 11 different classes were quite hard to choose from! Performance technique, Pro tools, Marketing, Know your rights, Teacher networking, Fund your music and Explore your sound are just a few of the available selections.
 The interval/lunch between sessions featured a performance by up and comers The Worriers, Youth Allowance and Sahara Beck. All bands showed off the reason they were there â bubbling talent. The Worriers and Youth Allowance blasted some fun indie rock at our packed lunch, while Sahara Beck serenaded us with some fun sing-alongs and her new single Brother Sister.
 The day was soon over and Dan Condon, Jeremy Neale, Sam Cromak (Ball Park Music) and Darren Percival were a perfect finish. After telling tales of their somewhat humble beginnings and that drinking with some mates and just having fun is a good outlook, they were off to go do whatever musicians do. The hall quickly emptied but the excited chatter of music enthusiasts was impossible not to hear.Â