Harmony: 18.06.11

Tom Lyngcoln (Vocals / Guitar)
Alex Kastaniotis (Drums)
Jon Chapple (Bass / Vocals)
Amanda Roff (Vocals)
Quinn Veldhuis (Vocals)
Maria Kastaniotis (Vocals)

Harmony are from Melbourne. Their first stint at touring outside their town was to Brisbane this past weekend.

The first photo is from their instore at Tym Guitars. Tym has a lot of great instores coming up that you should check out.

The other photos are from The Zoo where they played alongside The Gin Club, Laura Imbruglia and locals Dreamtime. All I can say is that this band are freakin’ amazing live. Soul destroying even.

They have released their first album this week. You really, really should go buy it! Tym Guitars has copies or get it direct from the band HERE.

Is this what you wanted?

 

If it was 1995 and those weird kids who lived down the street handed you a tape they’d dubbed for you then you’d think this music was a 10th generation copy.  Or more so it being a film clip, you’d think the VHS tape had been synced up with the wrong footage. Who ruined this Liz Fair song? Who put Tanya Donnelly through the lo-fi mincer? I don’t remember this Veruca Salt tune.

It’s 2011 and those weird kids are named Tunnabunny!

What kind of art school party are they playing at here? A bunch of relatively normal, well-adjusted folks trying to look quirky and weird – all while a rather nice indie-pop tune gets all scuffed up and snotty. But what did the song do to deserve such abrasions?

Tunnabunny think themselves as Futurists or Dada subversants. They themselves tell us that “Tunabunny thinks of pop/rock as something that should be destroyed, or at the very least subverted, but would probably be better for everyone involved if it simply ceased to exist. The members of Tunabunny are interested in revolution, which, contrary to popular thought, ceased to exist in the pop/rock world a long time ago, even as a latent impulse.”

So clever at all this are they that even upon searching for the pointy end of the popsicle, all I find is sobriety within the honey-puff hooks. Most likely though, the jokes on me – the one who wants either No Age or Posies. Who want’s the GVB revolution that never happened.

Tunnabunny are just teasing me. Giving me a jam sandwich smeared with static. I’ll eat it but I’m guessing I’ll just end up with indigestion!

Propagandhi: The Hi Fi Bar (Brisbane) 29.05.2011

I could ramble for days about the greatness of this band and the shows I attended last weekend. I won’t do it here though. All I’ll say is, were I not such an atheist, I would feel a real religious zeal for the music and the message of this band!

Chris:

The Beave:

Todd (2 days into being 38):

Jord:

The night before this gig, my friends Lucus, John and I drove down to the Gold Coast to see Propagandhi. Also awesome and the show this setlist came from.


More Propagandhi here.

The Band I Like The Most…

…is of course my own. Otherwise I wouldn’t spend days, weeks and years investing more than a reasonable amount of energy, time and money into it 🙂

Every once in a while though you get to reap the benefits of all your hard work and one of those times is now. Tomorrow my band ‘No Anchor’ will put our third studio album online for sale of which it’s our first on my favourite format, vinyl!

I did the artwork (and to be honest a lot of leg work to organise the vinyl that was made on the other side of the world). I’m super happy with how it all turned out and now all I hope is that they all go to good loving home 🙂

You can find out all the details and how to get your hands on the album by going to: www.noanchorband.com

Motorhead: Gold Coast Convention Center 01.04.11

Long way to go to hang with life’s metal carnage. But that was just the crowd in the foyer.

Really it was all about this guy…

 

But let’s not forget this guy:

…or this guy:

Yeah, really everyone was just interested in Lemmy!

Yep. I loved every cliche. Every reprise of Overkill and all three minutes of Ace Of Spades. The solos (where Lemmy disappeared for a smoke, or maybe a lozenge) were helpful for getting a drink and finding the toilets.

Hey, local photographer, you’re not special! Rack off!

The thing you need to know… this is a rambling rant, not an educated argument for or against. I’d hate to disappoint anyone.

I bloody well hate 90% of photographers who photograph live gigs here in Brisbane.

A very good article on the Collapse Board website here about one of the aspects of photographing touring bands led me to firstly think about the role of live photographer which in turn left me considering what it is I see week in, week out that really gets on my goat. I didn’t want to sully their site with my rant.

My main beef is a simple one and it comes from the job of live photographer coming with no training and no guidance from other photographers or anyone in particular. Why is it that photographers at live gigs feel that they’re so bloody special? 

As someone who’s been to a gig almost every weekend for the last 20 years, I like seeing bands on stage. What I don’t like is someone with an over sized camera jumping about the front of the stage completely distracting and at times obscuring my view of the performance. I hate the unregulated behaviour of music photographers! I hate their flashes going off and hate the way they persist in getting up the grill of bands to get ‘that shot’.

Photographers in the traditional sense are there to document a performance and a moment in time. Now the role requires you to be present and to know how a camera works. Proximity to the performance is preferable so the shot is not obscured by audience arms and such but for the most part. The subject matter does most of the work. Some artistry is required in regards to angles, framing and attempting to get a shot that isolates the routine and makes it look extraordinary. Again a lot of that ‘extrodinary’ element comes down to the performer. Think of Iggy walking on the crowd. That is more right place right time than anything else.

But back to Brisbane… Why do photographers have to stick their massive lens up in bands faces? If it’s such a powerful, expensive zoom lens, then go to the back of the room and stop disturbing the show. The Powerhouse, Rosie’s, The Step Inn, Hi Fi bar, Ric’s,  Woodland, X and Y – any place with a stage four foot or lower makes me cringe when I see most folks come in with their pro-camera slung over their shoulder like a trophy prize. There’s one person who I’ve been told, shoots for faster louder that I despise. I’m sure they’re a nice person but when I see them at a gig I just know they’re not going to stop shooting till someone throws something at them. Another person who gets on my goat, from what little I know just shoots bands for themselves but I’ve been to shows where the volume is low and there’s no barrier between the performance and they’re there less than one meter from the performer clicking so loudly they are more audible than the music. Man I wanted to kick that person. Lastly, a close friend told me about a local photographer who had a few drinks at a d.i.y punk show a few months ago and then decided to get some close ups of one of the punk bands. Apparently one of the members of the band got annoyed with this person sticking their lens in his face and after repeated attempts at shooing him off, hit the guy. From all reports, no one was surprised that this eventuated.

I find the 20-something, vice looking dudes are the worst. No etiquette  what-so-ever.

All this means that I love what is called “the three song rule” with touring bands. As a punter (which I am 90% of the time) it means that all the photographers are gone after 10min and it’s just me and the band (and the several hundred other folks around me).

Photographers shouldn’t interfere with a show. As a performer, sometimes it’s hard enough ensuring the song is played correctly and an actual performance is given let alone having a photographer climb on stage and sit under your cymbals trying to get ‘that shot’. True story!

I said at the start, 90% of local photographers annoy me. The other 10% are great. One or two I have learnt a lot from watching them do their thing, almost invisibly, only to see a magnificent photograph in print a few days later.

So if you have to photograph a show…

* Kneel Down (unless the stage is high enough for you to stand without obscuring the performer on stage). Even better, stand at the far edge of the stage where the speakers are.

*Stay far away from the guy/girl using the flash (or kick ’em in the ankles). Any decent Canon or Nikon with a 2.8 f stop lens doesn’t need a flash. Ever! What do you think stage lights are for?

*while the best shots usually come in the last three, not the first three songs. If you’ve got the freedom, choose one or two songs to do your thing then rack off to the side or back

While I’m not completely innocent on the points above. I try my hardest and I do remember that everyone at the show paid to get in, I got in for free to document the show. Technically that makes the punters in the room number one and me much further down the priority list to the band on stage.

Happy snapping!

R.E.M. – Collapse Into Now (Warner)

I’m not sure where to start with this… I guess it came from a phrase that popped into my head while I was doing the dishes 10 min ago. The phrase in question went something along the lines of…

“I think I’ve just now stopped listening to the new REM album and am now experiencing the new REM album… and I think I like it now!”

Sounds like hogwash really when you say it out loud so maybe if I extrapolate a bit my internal monologue won’t sound quite so pompous?

With a catalogue (some may say canon, I’m not going to go that far) so vast in the realm of pop music, it’s impossible not to compare Stipe / Mills and Buck to, well… Stipe / Mills and Buck or even Stipe / Mills / Buck and Berry. At the same time that kind of behaviour is self-defeating, as the familiar then just comes across as the old or rehashed (and this album has a large swath of round pegs that fit into the holes of albums past). I don’t even think I can compare them to their current neighbours on the snakes and ladders of weekly pop charts. They’re far beyond cutting edge or even new. REM are pretty much ready to retire to the green pastures of the cover of Mojo and Uncut which is where most great musicians from former generations go to linger in the twilight. I’d definitely prefer this over another re-invention.

This train of thought though, comes from me listening and thinking about the new REM album and that’s why I couldn’t embrace it at first. I don’t want Michael Stipe to rediscover make-up again. I don’t want Buck to see what happens when he rearranges his pedals and I certainly do not, and I really mean it, want them to try to interweave hip hop or any musical genre that’s come along since the millennium ticked over.

They’ve peaked. No two ways about it. But I don’t mind that and I most certainly do not hold it against them for a second. You see, I have to confess that I think Up was the last really new sounding, great album that this band made and that was what? 13 years ago now? I’m going to hazard a guess that the sheer number of familiar tunes by these guys means that the songs off this album will instantly attach themselves to the memories of the old songs that live in our recesses.

But again, I’m getting caught in the alluring trap of listening to REM.


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It was as I cleaned the cutlery out of the sink that I took in the melody of the album’s third track ‘ÜBerlin’ and realised that just as one can take comfort from the familiarity of chores and the satisfaction of doing something well that REM is a band who make music that makes the mundane day to day of our lives ok. The mandolin sounds in ‘All My Heart’ is at least five REM songs that I love and so I’m happy to welcome the melody into my mood and not think about what needs to happen in my day tomorrow. The timid confusion in Stipe’s voice and his words that have become his epidermis over the decades are tattooed with the controlled chaos that we all delve through and find no answers within. There’s a strange suburban air that comes off the front lawn and into the chiming lilt of ‘It Happened Today’ that instantly clings to our notions of nostalgia like faded photographs to the past. This is what REM do amazingly well and it could be what has kept them with us so long.

REM when enjoyed without artifice is like reconnecting with those people and places that you were always drawn to but never spent enough time with. It’s travelling without moving, it’s discovering without looking and it comes down to the individual if that is good or bad.

For me the things that make Collapse Into Now the most appealing is by far the least original element of it and that’s the dissonance. REM aren’t an angry band and I was never fully convinced that musically they were ever shiny happy people but when their pop music fills with frustration, confusion and angst, it seems to cut through to people’s baseline emotions – and I don’t just mean me, we’re talking with millions of people… just look at their biggest hits over the last 20 years – all of them about messed up people!

The album ends on ‘Blue’, which is in fact just Out of Time’s ‘Country Feedback’ with Patti Smith. That said, if you ever need dissonance in your music, Patti Smith’s is the phone number you’re going to want to call! This song sounds hollow and hurt. It sounds lost and resigned. Somehow though this album doesn’t sound lost. Sure this album has a weak link or two but it comes out the other side with the cloth of the past tailoring a new suit that still fits and looks good. If it’s ok to revive the looks of the 60s, the 80s etc, then it’s ok for a band to revive what has made them so good in the first place!

Justin Townes Earle: The Step Inn 10.03.11

I really enjoyed both the music, the performance and on this night, the complexities of Justin Townes Earle. It was a great show but it left me wondering where the blurry line existed between the private person and the public performer.

His music is some of the best country out there!

High On Fire, Trash Talk, Kylesa: The Hi-Fi Bar 01.03.11

Kylesa

Trash Talk

High On Fire

Itchy Eyes

I don’t exactly remember when it was, maybe 2003? sometime 2004? In the valley was the shop SupaFun and in it’s upstairs level was a photo exhibition by local artist/photographer Tricia King. I bought two beautifully ambient photos, each more than 50cm squared that still today hang on my living room wall.

Years later. I was kneeling down having a conversation at the side of stage at the Troubadour when out of the dark came a flash and subsequently my favourite portrait photo of myself… also by Tricia. It sits in a modest frame atop my bookshelf.

Life has gotten in the way for the last few years but Tricia King has finally come back to developing, publishing and showing us here photos. You should go here to check them out…

ITCHY EYES BLOG

I’d like to say I have a favouite recent pic from her blog but that would mean me having to choose. These ones I love however because I couldn’t see myself seeing this but it says a lot about why find her photography so engrosing and beautiful.