Words El Jefe.
Yeah, Friday had finally hit. I’d spent the week learning new systems and processes in a brand new job, and whilst not physically tiring, it’s certainly mentally draining, but the Nashville Pussy gig (and a beer or two… dozen) was never far from my mind.
I grabbed a beer and hit the room to check out Melbourne’s Tequila Mockingbyrd. This all-girl three-piece do a great trade in ‘70s hard rock, big riffs, hair, and a fuckload of energy and enthusiasm. It was clear they were having a blast onstage. Singer / guitarist Estelle Artois plays some mean guitar, and has a great set of pipes too. Backed by a solid rhythm section, which is comprised of bass player Jess Reily (who was wielding a pretty funky silverburst T-bird too!) and drummer Josie O’Toole, they’ve got all their bases covered. Check ‘em out when you can. Continue reading
Words Mark Ireland.
Photos Adam Russ – Right Eye Media Australia.
Stoner legend Brant Bjork has been a frequent visitor to our shores, so when his tour was announced, all the desert rats come out in droves. Before the show at The Corner, Bjork had already played Negative Waves in Geelong and Cherry Rock at Cherry Bar. Along for the ride he bought Holy Serpent, Don Fernando and Fuck the Fitzroy Doom Scene.
It’d been a long time between beers since I’ve seen FTFDS so I made sure I was front and centre. As soon the riff for ‘Better Off Dead’ kicked in I was pinned to the wall. The unique thing about this band is the three part harmonies, it gives the performance incredible strength. They finish off with the sludgiest version of ‘Facing The Ruin’, by the end of the set my heart was in my throat and my ears were blasted, did I care? Not in the slightest. Continue reading
Words Derek J. Huckel.
Photos Rod Hunt Photography.
Tonight was a night to melt your face, a warmth in this cold night, where thou shalt rock out with a blend of genre bending and aggressive rawk!! From the punkrock, ska and hallucinogenic rock, The Dwarves at the Imperial tonight commandeered them all!
Legal Aliens kicked the night off in fine fashion to a decent crowd filling slowly as they played. Their singer Mal wasn’t afraid of the crowd, in amongst it from the start. Think X-Ray Spex if they were more street punk. They sang life relevant lyrics to rock to. Like a well-oiled machine, this band hustled and entertained from the outset. Their songs included ‘Meta Cognition’, ‘Mummy Rescue Me’, ‘Playin’ With Monsters’, and a Beastie Boys cover ‘Deal With It’. Continue reading
Words and VLog Callum Doig.
With a great first impression on my visit to last year’s Rites of Passage, I thought it’d be as good a time as ever to come back again to see what the acclaimed tattoo festival had to offer this time. On a colder April day than usual, it was great to finally return to the Royal Exhibition Building for the annual body art expedition.
With mostly locals at Rites of Passage such as Frankie Lee’s, East Brunswick Tattoos, Melburn Made Ink and Benny Bones, there was a collective of international talent that showcased the abilities they had, such as Visual Orgasm from Singapore, Spacifik Ink from New Zealand, Three Tides Tattoo from Japan, Tattoo Family from Malaysia, Paul Martin Tattoo from Scotland and even a travelling artist named Joshua Sara from Melbourne. Each and every parlour came with their own unique style to display throughout the venue. From Japanese to European, to expensively detailed portraits, anything that came to the mind of a patron was there in that exact building. Continue reading
Lining the entrance were stalls of assorted goods, varying from alternative jewellery to barber knives, hot chilli sauces to the soft amplifications from Cranbourne Music’s Fender and Gretsch guitars, along with various merchandise stands like Killer March and Crawling Death.
Following the sound of buzzing needles around the first line of stalls lead me to find the first tattoo booth along the wall, which was Paul Rapley’s stand. Rapley was hard at work on a rib piece, and the guy receiving it made the overly asked question of “does that hurt?” sound even more rhetorical. Continue reading