Bowie’s best & less known gems

By the 1990’s radio and MTV had long passed on playing David Bowie’s new stuff.  Despite being light years ahead of contemporaries, apparently Ziggy was a fading star. As the fan base dwindled and failed to replenish, only true Bowiephiles remained in on the secret. It took the great man’s shock passing in January to jog the world’s memory of…

David Bowie is now a was but will be forever

Look up here, I’m in heaven With the benefit of hindsight, David Bowie’s last release before his death, Lazarus, contains obvious lyrical giveaways as to the master chameleon’s imminent, final transition. Certainly the video leaves little to the imagination.  It’s awful, heart wrenching stuff.  I’m not sure I can bring myself to watch it again. Yet when…

Pure XTC

As published by The Footy Almanac, 23 March 2015 The recording industry is littered with tales of artists never reaching their station in the pantheon of music royalty/ies. From the local pubs and clubs to those on the fringe of mainstream success, so many have been, for whatever reason, unable to tick off the requisite boxes to achieve widespread acclaim….

There’s never been more to adore than in ’84

As published by The Footy Almanac, 10 March 2015 Call me hopelessly out of touch but I have an altogether borderline theory the world hit peak music in 1984. Sure, wearing your sunglasses at night was advised to protect peepers from pastel polos and assorted fashion crimes.  And swallowing the ’84 vintage mush served by Phil Collins,…

Mull of Kintyre by Wings

As published by Stereo Stories, 25 February 2015 Inverloch, 1978 Close your eyes, dive deep into the recesses of your mind and try to conjure the earliest memory of your existence. It’s a tricky exercise but a pleasurable way of sending yourself to sleep on a sticky summer’s night.  Few could say with any certainty…

The teachers are afraid of their pupils by Morrissey

As published by Stereo Stories, 11 February 2015 Melbourne, August 2013 – June 2014 It’s mildly remarkable that one of the catchiest riffs I’ve heard in contemporary music was composed in 1937. I say ‘mildly remarkable’, for when the artist is Morrissey, nothing should surprise. Not with his trademark penchant for mining the classic and…

Alive by Pearl Jam

As published by Stereo Stories, 3 February 2015 Fairfield and other Melbourne locations, 1998 Personally, New Years’ Eve has generally sucked balls. Almost ten years ago my father died suddenly on NYE. Obviously that was the worst. I’ve hardly bothered staying up for it since then. At least one New Years Eve ran against the…

Brave Kate sought the higher ground

As published by The Footy Almanac, 19 January 2015 I must admit I’ve always had something for Kate Ceberano. The summer of ’89 in particular was a good one for us both.  After some success with I’m Talking, her breakthrough album, Brave, would hit triple platinum and peak at #2 in the Australian album chart. …

Queen + Adam Lambert hit the right notes

‘Reality show contestant replaces deceased rock legend’ is a familiar scenario with cringeworthy disaster written all over it. Last night in Melbourne Brian May and Roger Taylor entrusted the keys to their rocking Rolls Royce and Freddie Mercury’s legacy to Adam Lambert.   To the surprise of many comprising Rod Laver Arena’s full house, who…

Review: Johnny Marr at The Corner Hotel (4/1/14)

Morrissey’s Autobiography makes abundantly clear why a Smiths reformation is as likely as the fiercely vegan author festively frying a juicy lamb cutlet.  A shame for the frustrated masses who never experienced the band on stage, nor lived their prolific mid 1980’s period of pop perfection as it was haphazardly released. At least the two chief…

Reader Meet Author

As so many Smiths tracks found their groove from the opening refrain, Morrissey’s much anticipated Autobiography hits the ground running with an arresting torrent. In fact the first four pages of searing, soaring prose is so compelling as to render the absence of a new paragraph unnecessary and almost unnoticed. Armed with rapier wit and poetic…

Kids need more than one direction

As published in mX, 20 November 2013 Possibly my earliest living memory is my older brother playing Queen’s News of the World on our trusty record player, in our fusty 1970’s living room. The menacing art deco robot armed with a vacant stare, cradling in its hand a limp and bloodied Freddie and Brian May…