French writer Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr once wrote in his epigrams: “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose”; which for those of unfamiliar with French translates to “the more it changes, the more it’s the same thing”. Groovin The Moo in 2017 made its first appearance in South Australia at the infamous Adelaide Showgrounds, vastly different from its original location in Oakbank. However, the sell-out crowd were once again greeted with a gloomy winter-esque atmosphere (referred to as “Groovin The Mud” in past years), but misery was far from consideration by the attendees, if there were premises to assign to the festival – “victory” and “mystery” would be certainly suiting.
Adelaide-based progressive folk luminary Tom West had the privilege of the opening slot for the festival and brought out his entire arsenal for the presentation. A six-piece band including keys and a banjo serenaded the early observers, although not quite in a spirited fashion, more-so a soothing manner. Single ‘Easy, Love’ was the standout which channelled Pennsylvania’s criminally unknown Koji; honestly though, it wasn’t an enthusiastic engagement but a warm welcome nonetheless. Continue reading →
Before the day had even begun this festival was already in the midst of “highs and lows”; sadly weeks before the tour had commenced New Orleans favourites MuteMath unexpectedly cancelled their appearance leaving a sizeable gap in the timetable, as well as a wave of disappointment impacting numerous attendees (including this writer). However all was not lost; in complete contradiction to the event in 2015 appropriately renamed to “Groovin’ The Mud”, this year had a pleasant unseasonable warmth perfected with ongoing sunshine enforcing a feeling of paradise which lasted well into the night. It would seem that the quote (or its translation): “The best laid plans go awry” from John Steinbeck’s infamous Of Mice & Men novella published nearly 80 years ago still has relevance regardless of the time or situation.
The aforementioned quotation maintained its presence in the attempt to arriving on time with a substantial grid-lock of traffic upon entry into the beautiful town of Oakbank. In good fortune this scribe was able to catch the last songs of Adelaide act West Thebarton Brothel Party, whose fuzzed-out party-garage-rock certainly had the celebrations accentuated audience wide at such an early time slot. Honestly, the seven-piece were rather ideal to kick-off the festivities and their notable influence of Radio Birdman would have the members’ of that model group collectively proud to see just how far their iconic sound still continues to influence and incite the music world and its followers. Continue reading →
Author and strategist Gary Ryan Blair may not be of international notoriety yet, but his deficiency in fame certainly does not impede his intelligence. Whilst this introduction may seem rather off topic to the reader at this early stage, there is reason behind the absurdity. There is a quote by Mr. Blair which reads as: “Advancement only comes with habitually doing more than you are asked”. Certainly this reads as a somewhat obvious “advice statement” to achieve success; but it is possible to uncover further applications to this aforementioned passage.
Byron Bay’s In Hearts Wake are a prime example of adopting the cited statement and translating it into their motif. For instance, when the melodic metalcore quintet entered the studio to record their sophomore album Earthwalker released in 2014, the band did more than what was asked of them, A LOT more. Matter-of-factly the five-piece recorded two full-lengths in secret and followed the wildly successful second record with their third album Skydancer just a year later. Continue reading →
Arriving to Oakbank racecourse, a very familiar scene entered mine (and most likely many other festival punters who were born before 1985) that was of the Green Day film clip for their hit single When I Come Around shot at Woodstock festival 1994. If this clip predates the knowledge of readers here, which it probably would for many of the brave who attended Groovin’ The Moo in South Australia, the infamous video features the band and thousands of fans basically coated in mud due to wet weather. With this in mind, it would be fair to call this festival at this location “Groovin’ The Mud’, but this fact definitely did NOT dampen the spirits of thousands of brave and saturated music aficianados.
Arriving to catch Melbourne’s The Delta Riggs weird their way through a thankfully covered set at the Moolin Rouge tent, it was jam packed for probably two reasons. One being that it was actually sheltered from the rain but still muddier than a swampland; then finally because although this quartet isn’t the most accessible or direct with their fuzz-indie-stoner-punk surfer rock, their show is enough to captivate even if that weird conglomerate of genres is not one’s cup of tea. Preferring their single Rah Rah Radio as it channels Iggy Pop & The Stooges personally, compared to Supersonic Casualties which forces the Riggs to sound like a bad Blur cover band. All-in-all however, a pretty solid opening act to witness and warm up the early attendees.