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Spencer Krug has been described as “arguably the most talented
songwriter of this generation”. As with any prematurely
over-enthusiastic comment, this is up for debate. There is no doubt that
some of Krug’s musical projects have yielded impressive results, most
notably Wolf Parade and Sunset Rubdown. The key word, however, is some.
Krug plays piano, guitar and a bunch of other instruments you’ve
never heard of. Since 2003, he has been involved with six different
bands and has released 20 records. There is no doubt that he is a
talented guy, but man, talk about spreading yourself thin...
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Bare with me while I play the role of music analyst. Michael Lerner, the
man behind Seattle-based Telekinesis, has called his second full-length
release 12 Desperate Straight Lines. It’s a fitting title
considering all of the 12 songs on the album proceed in a linear
fashion, sounding familiar without ripping off any other artist
directly. The album is desperate because, despite the bubbly power pop
sound, Lerner’s heart-on-his-sleeve lyrics cover the well-worn bases of
unrequited love and great expectations...
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I have only been a resident of Adelaide for about a year now. When the assignment to cover the Panic EP launch of local band The Aves rolled through my inbox, I had no idea who The Aves were, nor did I know how to correctly pronounce their name (long a? Short a?). Never one to say no to free passes to a show, I made my way to Jive Saturday night.
Another local band, The Honey Pies,
opened the show. They possessed a playful exuberance that had the
stilettoed groupies bouncing jauntily from one fake-tanned calf muscle
to the other. Despite possessing the energy of a seven-year-old on a
Fizz Whizz binge, the music of The Honey Pies shifted genres so much
that they ultimately sounded like karaoke night at some hipster dive
bar in Brooklyn. Not exactly whetting my appetite for The Aves brand
of lo-fi garage rock...
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A few years back I read an article that postulated what would have
happened to Kurt Cobain had he not committed suicide, kicked his drug
habit and adjusted to his life as a music superstar. It proposed that
Cobain would have put Nirvana on an indefinite hiatus to dabble in
painting and release a solo album to mixed indifference. He would also
divorce and eventually remarry Courtney Love.
The new album, Piles Of Lies, by Adelaide (by way of New
Zealand) band, Batrider, sounds like a Love/Cobain side project. With
the distortion pedal firmly squashed to the floor and despondent lyrics
that ooze with heartache, the album reeks of early ‘90s Seattle...
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Nashville, Tennessee duo Jeff The Brotherhood consists of two brothers.
Neither of them is named Jeff. Jake and Jamin Orrall describe themselves
as “not garage rock”. Fair enough. I can see how the untrained ear may
jump to that conclusion. Labels and genres aside, the fact of the matter
is that Jeff The Brotherhood make a hell of a lot of noise...
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