I had assumed that a screening of Jurassic World would be the most mediocre piece of prehistorically themed entertainment I would endure this month, but a night in the company of Brisbane four piece Last Dinosaurs proved me wrong. Like Chris Pratt bumbling shirtlessly through the jungle, so I found myself lost in a sea of precariously hanging CDs at Amplifier Bar last Saturday. Lurching in confusion from one pale ale to the next, I was forced to come to terms with the fact that guitar driven radio-friendly indie rock endures against all odds in this country, even when you wish it wouldn’t.
Last Dinosaurs are, whatever that first paragraph might have encouraged you to believe, a fun band. Their live set was punctuated by cheerful banter, and the lead singer was, as the girl standing in front of me in the crowd noted, “hot. Eurasians are my type.” The group rose to fame via Triple J et al in 2012, with the release of their debut album In a Million Years. There was the usual festival circuit fuelled burst of success, and then a long dry spell. Their second album, led by single “Evie”, is due out later this year.
After a slow start with opener “Weekend”, the band soon hit their stride with popular tracks like “Honolulu”, “Andy” and “Zoom”. The latter two songs were noticeably slower in tempo than their recorded versions, their sharpness a little lost in the scuzz. Things picked up when the receptive crowd were treated to covers of ABC’s “Poison Arrow” and Stardust’s “Music Sounds Better”.
Three years between releases is a big gap in time for a young band, but the gig was sold out and the crowd felt animated. This could be attributed to a couple of factors, the first being that the music of Last Dinosaurs has a timeless kind of blandness to it, the sort of cheap and cheerful danceable sound that never really goes out of style.
The second factor might be that people love going to Amplifier on a Saturday night, whether they’re interested in the band playing or not. They love the Andy Warhol style posters of dead rock stars, they love the four emo-looking DJs on stage practically sucking each other off in self-congratulation following their mutual decision to play “Rock Lobster” for the third time, and they love the iconic piece of graffiti in one of the women’s toilet stalls that simply reads I’m 50 and hip. And they love a show, so when the Dinosaurs’ lead singer Sean Casey introduced a track with the prelude of “Let’s hear some fuckin’ rock n’ roll” (later to indulge in a brief crowd surf) he was met with extreme enthusiasm.
Despite all the wild excitement, the trio appeared the perfect combination of vibrant, as well as calm and collected. The boys had done this countless times before, but this didn’t detract from their ability to send tremors and impart some sweet magnetic energy.
Wednesday July 19 saw a night full of blistering rock and roll, with Canadian duo Japandroids bringing their Near to the Wild Heart of Life tour to the Rosemount Hotel. FOAM were in support.
If you're looking for something different to do this Winter, you could do far worse than check out an intriguing drama piece known as Blink that will see its WA debut this month. We were privileged enough to have a quick chat with creative director Melissa Cantwell.
Stephen Bailey (of Mt. Mountain)'s debut album Silo is a masterclass on patient mood building. The arrangements are subtle, the production is dense and drenched in reverb, and the performances are of stellar quality.
Ahead of their Splendour sideshows with Two Door Cinema Club, and an impending third studio album, we had a chat to Sean Caskey from Last Dinosaurs about how maturity is affecting their music, making fine wooden furniture and what music they have and do draw inspiration from.
In Part 2 of our Revelation Film Festival roundup, we review documentaries "Working In Protest" and "You've Never Had It: An Evening with Charles Buckowski"
Cult director Sofia Coppola makes her return after the mediocre Bling Ring with a re-imagining of the 1971 classic, The Beguiled.
But is it any good? (Spoiler: it's pretty damn good)
Snap reviews from the Revelation Film Festival
Just as you’d expect, Touché Amoré’s set was an energised and formidable display of expert musicianship, with a palpable bond between the audience and performers.
We caught up with the lovely Meg Mac on a sunny winter's day in Perth to chat about baby albums, naming guitars, where we (legally) watch TV and, burgers.