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  • Dirty Three @ Crazy Horse

    10 Dec 2009, 11:11

    Mon 7 Dec – In Between Days

    Four songs into Horse Stories and Warren Ellis is stumped. "What's next?" he asks of his bandmates, who exchange shrugs. A resourceful fan checks the tracklist on his iPod and relates it back to Ellis, who admits he doesn't own one as, "I don't want people to think I'm a cunt", before apologising (to my girlfriend) for the profanity. The Dirty Three play 'I Remember A Time When Once You Used To Love Me', and it's stunning.

    This moment alone propels the show – at a mostly empty bar at a family resort on England's west coast – from memorable to legendary. The venue is where British promoters All Tomorrow's Parties hold their biannual festivals at Butlins Minehead, and the low attendance is attributed to the 100 diehards who decided to stay onsite between last weekend's My Bloody Valentine-curated “Nightmare Before Xmas” and the upcoming “10 Years Of ATP” next week.

    After warming up with '1000 Miles', Ellis decides that they'll play their 1996 album Horse Stories in full, to the surprise of drummer Jim White and guitarist Mick Turner. While the band recently announced a series of “Don't Look Back” performances of Ocean Songs in January 2010, their unfamiliarity with Horse Stories results in a rare opportunity to witness the trio outside of their comfort zone. The unique occasion induces sheepish grins from the usually stoic Turner, who is unable to recall the chords for 'At The Bar', even as Ellis holds the fan's iPod up to the microphone. (While the song plays, the band admit that they probably could've shortened the sparse introduction.)

    'Red' slays. Ellis teaches Turner the chords to 'Warren's Lament' on-the-fly. White - regularly reliant on Turner's rhythm to track his own - is put off by the guitarist's uncertainty, which results in a few tense moments. But the wheels stay on, and Turner's more comfortable during 'Horse'. Among it all, Ellis saws with vigour, alternating between intense musical concentration and coarse, casual banter. He's the same lovable jester who addressed thousands from a main stage headline slot two days prior.

    By now we've reached 'I Knew It Would Come To This', and as Ellis holds iPod to microphone once again, his bandmates carefully slink off. Though they've opted to pass on the album's final eight minutes, we've been treated to a sublime, intimate performance. Bring on Ocean Songs next month.

    Mess+Noise
  • Midnight Juggernauts @ The Hi-Fi

    23 Nov 2009, 06:57

    Fri 20 Nov – Midnight Juggernauts, Cut Off Your Hands

    We're icy during a new opener and lukewarm during 'Shadows'. It's 'So Many Frequencies' that spurs the first engaging moment, thanks to Daniel Stricker's inspired half-time breakdown. There's an unannounced fourth member handling keys on new material and otherwise hovering awkwardly in clear view of the crowd, until bassist Andy dismisses him. His additions to their sound are only noticeable when he switches to percussion on a new track that relies a little too heavily on rhythmic gimmickry, and not enough on the instrumental hooks that have allowed them to fill venues such as The Hi-Fi. See: the innovative bassline in 'Shadows', the looped lead guitar riff in '45 And Rising' and the gently ascending keyboard motif of 'Into The Galaxy'.

    Debuting new material live is a perennial hard-sell, and the trio struggle to incite a favourable response amid Dystopia cuts. Laser pods are deployed during 'Ending Of An Era', and it's a pleasant visual addition that doesn't distract from their curious stage presence: Vincent sings upwards, Stricker flails and Andy handles guitar and bass with rigid focus. The latter's vocoder-led 'Tombstone' offers a welcome respite from Vincent's wounded poodle vocals, which remain the band's most feeble element. The live mix acknowledges this weakness by hiding his output under keys and Andy's bass, though the three occasionally share vocal duties. Little fuss is made over new single 'This New Technology' by either band or crowd, though its release is the reason they've returned to the national touring circuit after spending the year recording their second album.

    Gone are the barbed synths and three-chord flourish of encore 'Road To Recovery'. Instead, it's rendered toothless in the live setting when the band treat it as an album track instead of their best single. Half the crowd don't recognise it until the chorus. “Path to discovery/Road to recovery,” sing the trio, placing overwrought emphasis on the last syllable in each line. It’s an odd reworking – even for a band who sing about astrology almost exclusively. Plainly, the encore falls flat thanks to the 'Recovery' misfire and even a fleeting '45 And Rising' can't make up for it.

    Mess+Noise
  • Kid Sam @ The Troubadour

    18 Nov 2009, 01:28

    Sat 14 Nov – Philadelphia Grand Jury "Hope is for Hopers" Album Tour

    "Who will remember us when those who remember us go?" sings Kieran Ryan to end the plaintive 'Close Your Eyes And It All Goes Black'. As lyrics go, it's Kid Sam at their most mournful, yet the song's impact is mostly lost on a talking audience, who are here to watch headliners Philadelphia Grand Jury play their second consecutive capacity show. Those attentive few, sitting cross-legged on the floor, are rewarded with tracks from the Victorian duo's 2009 self-titled debut.

    For 'Black', Kieran's cousin Kishore steps out from behind his kit to contribute a lonely melodica phrase. His intense shyness only draws more attention; unable to look at the audience, his gaze flits between the floor and Kieran, who's not much more comfortable. Most songs, he studies the microphone or the insides of his eyelids, and occasionally steps back to sway with his guitar. Whether intended or not, this awkwardness is central to the band's appeal. Having toured the east coast throughout the latter half of 2009 and after receiving a j award nomination, their uncertainty is intriguing.

    Such anxieties are baseless. The duo are captivating. It's fascinating to watch their songs unfold. Keiran begins the set with an unaccompanied, clean-toned piece that makes the high-pitched electric guitar squeal of 'We're Mostly Made Of Water' seem alien. This alternation between the refined and the raw is directed by Kieran's fondness for bluesy, dirty interludes, like in 'Down To The Cemetery'. Distortion coats 'Jodie Makes A Fire', and our inability to decipher his vocals in the mix adds to the drama. This is the sole complaint tonight – and it's beyond the band's control.

    Kishore works his kit, valuing the shallow sounds of wok and pot as much as snare and bass. He rasps a stick's end across a cymbal on closer 'Mirror Drawings', which sends shivers up spines. His handful of percussive techniques could be construed as gimmicks if the songs were weak. But they're not, and despite their on-stage trepidation, neither are Kid Sam.

    Mess+Noise
  • The John Steel Singers @ Old Museum

    10 Nov 2009, 01:43

    Sat 7 Nov – The John Steel Singers, Little Scout

    There's a horse in a cape playing an organ. No, really, there's a horse in a cape playing an organ up there. The John Steel Singers' keyboardist/trombonist Pete Bernoth introduces their set in equine form by taking to the enormous church organ set in the top corner of the Old Museum. Part drama, part comedy, it's an appropriate greeting from the Brisbane sextet, who've attracted a couple hundred fans to this beautiful building on the Valley's outskirts.

    Bernoth de-capes and gallops downstairs to join the band as they ease into material from their forthcoming debut album, Tangalooma. The first half of the set is brimming with the unreleased, though not unheard: several of these songs have featured in the band's recent shows, including 'Overpass'. Owing to the sheer accessibility of their indie-pop sound, the decision to lead with new material doesn't compromise the mood. The band trade primarily in memorable vocal melodies and innovative drumbeats, both of which abound on the songs from Tangalooma. Sticksman Ross Chandler hits his snare rim almost as often as the skins to elicit curious, shallow sounds that allow Damien Hammond's basslines to fill out the bottom-end.

    This is the final show of their tour in support of new single 'Masochist', the shuddering rhythm of which is punctuated by trombone blasts and a newfound fondness for keyboard leads. A suite of established favourites follows. As on their debut EP, 'The Staged Intervention of Poor Rich By His Righteous Peers' segues into 'Strawberry Wine', while 'Evolution' sees singer Tim Morrissey invite members of support band Little Scout to dance and shake tambourines. Eventually, adventurous punters and bar staff join the 20-strong throng.

    The stage invaders sheepishly remove themselves at song's end, but the fuzzy bass of set closer 'Rainbow Kraut' invites their return. Mel Tickle and Laura Kovic of Little Scout echo multi-instrumentalist Scott Bromiley's colour-call in the chorus, before the brass section sounds out their tour.

    Mess+Noise
  • You Am I @ The Hi-Fi

    10 Nov 2009, 01:42

    Fri 6 Nov – You Am I

    Tonight's set is a dream for long-time fans, a nightmare for Googling trainspotters and plain inaccessible for You Am I first-timers. Covers? Seven. Influences worn on-sleeve, these songs are recreated faithfully and without pretension. Davey Lane takes lead vocals for opener 'I Will Dare' by The Replacements, the first verse of which is inaudible as the sound tech is caught off-guard. There’s also 'Ice' by Magic Dirt, in tribute to Dean Turner; 'Open My Eyes' by 1960s psychedelic rock band Nazz; 'Teenage Lifestyle' by The Penetrators, to which drummer Rusty Hopkinson lends his voice; and first encore 'Come On Baby Let's Go Downtown', a Neil Young tune sung by Andy Kent. It’s followed by 'I Sucked A Lot Of Cock To Get Where I Am' by Regurgitator, which Tim Rogers dedicated to a newly-engaged local couple. And 'River Deep, Mountain High', a cover of The Saints covering Ike and Tina Turner. All were impressive.

    'Ribbons and Bows' from 2002's Deliverance makes an early appearance. There's 'Junk' and 'Guys, Girls, Guitars' from 1998's #4 Record. 'Forever And Easy' and the title track from their 1993 debut, Sound As Ever. Between every song, Rogers preens and peacocks. He delivers pointedly dramatic soliloquies; the band ignore him, having heard it all before. 'Cool Hand Luke' from their debut EP, Coprolalia, is a surprise. Andy Kent nails the rapid-fire bass solo in 'Applecross Wing Commander' from Hi-Fi Way. There’s 'Handwasher' and 'How Much Is Enough?' from the same epochal album, wherein Rogers allows a front-row fan to strum along to the latter's middle-eight, before quickly withdrawing once others claw at the fretboard. Those four bent notes in the song's coda are timeless, prompting middle-aged dads to dance shamelessly. It's wonderful. Only a couple from last year's Dilettantes, 'Frightfully Moderne' and 'Givin' Up And Getting Fat'. Nothing from Hourly, Daily. A trio of Convicts cuts end the set proper.

    To close the encore, 'Cathy's Clown', one of the few moments where the band seem to play for us. Most of the time, they're facing us but playing to a mirror (see Rogers’ regular preening, Kent’s measured stoicism and Lane’s unwillingness to address the audience). Where a thousand other bands would suffer for taking such a tact, You Am I excel. It’s not that they disrespect our presence, they’re just acutely aware of their own natural potency.

    Despite the unorthodox setlist that favours personal favourites over familiarity, they hit the target again and again across 100 minutes. The four linger on stage for a minute to soak in our adulation. They bow. Rogers and Lane catch each other in a headlock and make cheesy gestures. The mirror's shattered. It's 1.45am. We don't care. When You Am I decide to pull up stumps, stocks in Australian rock will plummet.

    Mess+Noise
  • Wolf & Cub @ The Zoo

    8 Nov 2009, 06:13

    Fri 30 Oct – Wolf & Cub, dz, The Vasco Era

    Are you in a hurry, Wolf & Cub? Without pausing to refocus during the first forty minutes, it feels like you're needlessly rushing. It's evident in the occasional glances between your two drummers as mistakes are made. Yet you excel at intermingling old with new; tracks from 2009's Science And Sorcery are bookended by Vessels cuts, and barring 'Master' from the former - which didn't work on record, and certainly doesn't live - there's a lot of wins to be had.

    So why, once the clock strikes one, does tonight's set feel like a loss? Even though its key-heavy slow-burn is far removed from the righteous guitar histrionics that made tracks like 'This Mess', 'March Of Clouds' and 'Steal Their Gold' so gripping, set closer 'Hearts' isn't a downer. "How does it feel?" asks frontman Joel Byrne, time and again during encore 'Vessels'; the answer is written on the faces of the hastily-departing, and by now the crowd barely nudges three figures. By the time the band hit the song's delicious final tempo change, it's too late.

    jmag
  • Butcher Birds @ The Zoo

    5 Oct 2009, 04:45

    Sat 3 Oct – Butcher Birds, Loomer, Ouch My Face, Dirtybird

    As Butcher Birds play, there's a dude - ostensibly a friend of the band - accosting every individual in the room in an attempt to influence their decision to purchase the quartet's debut album, Set My Bones. So far, I've seen no sales among the dozens leaning against the wall. He reaches me and shakes the album in front of my face, obscuring the band from view and diverting my attention.

    "What?" I enquire above the noise, though by now his intentions are clear.
    "Buy an album?" he offers optimistically.
    "Not now. Maybe later."
    "What?!"

    After I repeat myself several times - "what?!" - he dismisses my response and moves on. By now, he's successfully distracted me from what's happening on stage. I watch the roaming merch desk as he continues to annoy paying customers throughout the set. I've never seen anything like it before. If the band enlisted him - that is, if he's not doing it off his own back, as a dedicated fan - it's among the worst marketing tactics I've seen at a show. People paid to be here, so they're fans: we're at least marginally interested in hearing the band's music, and potentially buying their album. We know where the merch desk is: we'll buy their shit if we like it.

    Butcher Birds released their first EP Eat Their Young in 2006, but postponed their album launch for three years. Tonight, they play most of it, and it's a largely enjoyable display of retrospective alternative rock. Three females hold guitars and sing, while Donovan Miller keeps the beat. The metal-influenced whipcrack ending of 'Millions' and the hypnotic, distorted tone of older track 'Tiger Paw' make up for occasional plodders like 'Sweet Sweet Cones'. Screamfeeder bassist Kellie Lloyd lends vocals to 'Stone Fox', and a cover of The Amps' 'Tipp City' punctuates their set. There's plenty to enjoy about their sound, but their overt marketing fails to convert this potential buyer.

    Mess+Noise
  • Tame Impala @ The Hi-Fi

    5 Oct 2009, 01:54

    Fri 2 Oct – Tame Impala, Jonathan Boulet

    "Remember me, I'm the one who had your babies”, sing the crowd, over and over, during Tame Impala's final song. It's a cover of a forgettable 1997 track by Scottish DJ Blue Boy. All they've done is built some retro rock scaffolding around it, and somehow, it's got the crowd on the floor going bananas. It's a genius cover, purely because of the massive response it elicits. Technically, however, it's banal, and it stands at odds with the Perth quartet's purposely hazy rock repertoire.

    Unfortunately, the band open with a whimper. In a curious confluence of poor setlist pacing and utterly detestable sound engineering, their first two tracks misfire. The capacity crowd cheer at the sight of parting curtains, but excitement is soon replaced by forlorn expressions as the band are lost within muddy expanses of psychedelic-rock nonsense. Three songs in, they realign with the clattering cymbals and killer Clapton-esque lead riff of 'Half Full Glass Of Wine'. Kevin Parker's distant, dream-like vocal delivery is a major component of the band's appeal. On recorded tracks 'Sundown Syndrome' and 'Desire Be Desire Go', his performance is arresting, but the levels are all wrong tonight. Bass overpowers, vocals are muted and guitars are buried.

    Owing to the poor mix, tonight is a frustrating introduction to the band in the flesh. Declawed and detoothed amid all highs and no mids, they're barren of both style and substance. When all four members go at their instruments, it's a fucking mess. They're plenty loud, but as a result, it's impossible to detect the band's sonic nuances.

    Mess+Noise
  • My Disco @ Sounds Of Spring

    4 Oct 2009, 08:39

    Sat 26 Sep – Sounds of Spring

    Apparently there are 18,000 in attendance at Sounds Of Spring, but there's only about 50 watching My Disco play between two buildings. It's windy, and dusty, and they're playing fucking loud. Ben Andrews is pressing his guitar headstock against the stage's scaffolding. The sound is immense. His brother Liam is playing the same note over and over, while marching on the spot. Back and forth, his legs go; back and forth, while Rohan Rebeiro focusses on driving the songs from behind the kit.

    To the unfamiliar, waiting for anything resembling a melody must be infuriating. I wonder about the story behind that slight, imperceptible smile that Liam wears throughout the set. Does he find amusement in their prolonged fixation on the same note? The fact that they're playing to 50 people in the middle of a fucking dust storm? Is he wondering why there are three security guards impassively facing the sedate audience, who are either staring intently or dancing on the spot to the kick drum?

    Me, I'm wondering how the middle-aged security guards would describe My Disco to their spouses upon returning home. Their refusal to adhere to typical song structures would likely defy any description beyond an “awful bloody racket”. Time and again, the portly front-and-center security guard looks over his shoulder at Ben, as if unable to comprehend the unholy noise that he strangles from the guitar. Liam gradually backs himself into the darkness beside a speaker stack, while Rohan gallops onwards, eyes closed. Considering the ominous weather conditions and the dramatic quality of their music, it feels like the fabric of the earth is tearing apart. The droning pause between rhythmic assaults in 'You Came To Me Like A Cancer Lain Dormant Until It Blossomed Like A Rose' is glorious. It's the only recognisable track among 45 minutes of new noise.

    As admirable as it was to have My Disco headline a stage at Sounds Of Spring - among the likes of The Living End, Josh Pyke, Butterfingers, and Tex Perkins - I momentarily wonder who this set is for. But then they switch off their amps - "good night" - and I realise it doesn't matter.

    Mess+Noise
  • Giants Of Science @ Sounds Of Spring

    4 Oct 2009, 08:38

    Sat 26 Sep – Sounds of Spring

    I won't bullshit you. As debut EPs go, Blueprint For Courageous Action by Brisbane's Giants Of Science is exceptional. No fat, just five lean songs that exude style and integrity. So to hear two of those five tonight - hard-hitting opener 'Complete This Progression' and 'The Letter B' - is thrilling. Singer/guitarist Ben Salter purposely stuffs up the intro riff of the latter a couple of times to mess with us, before the quartet drop into the groove for real.

    The song's mid-section is where things really go haywire. It’s reduced to just Matthew Tanner's bassline and Steve Lynagh's bouncing hi-hat for a few bars, before the guitar interplay between Salter and Benjamin Tuite climaxes in a series of increasingly huge riffs and runaway drum fills.

    And that's just one song, released in 2000. Before a few hundred witnesses, they play about nine more including 'I've Tried' and 'I Got It' from 2002's History Of Warfare, 'Dead Sea' and the title track from 2005's Here Is The Punishment. A dust storm descends, which gradually reduces visibility. But while conditions aren't ideal, the band are still firing. Not that we're only here for the nostalgia factor - a couple of new creations are aired, and well-received - but fuck, they've come up with some excellent hard rock songs in the last decade. Here's to continuing the trend.

    Mess+Noise