Complaining about the price and quality of coffee seems to be a favourite pastime of Perth. Every week my Facebook newsfeed is full of my friends complaining that they just paid ‘almost $5 for a cup of shit’.
Complaining about the price and quality of coffee seems to be a favourite pastime of Perth. Every week my Facebook newsfeed is full of my friends complaining that they just paid ‘almost $5 for a cup of shit’.
The thing I found most striking about the acoustic rendition is that on more than half of the songs, Lights takes a very different approach to the songs than she did in 2011.
The album actually turned out to be one of the dorkiest indie pop pieces I have ever listened to, with one lyric quoting Harry Potter, saying “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” Seriously, how lame can you get?
It’s an interesting quirk in the human psyche that allows you feel attachment to inanimate objects. Perhaps it’s the memories; perhaps it’s what they represent about life in general.
It just so happened that Gratts was going to stay with a lifelong friend of mine whilst he was here in Perth. And he needed picking up from the airport, as fate would have it. What ensued was a week of reawakening the tourist within as we adventured to Perth’s best bits.
I'm not going to pretend I'm always ridiculously cool and hip listening to trendy stuff on my iPod. Sometimes I like me some pop and I could almost guarantee I'm not the only one.
If you're looking for some new music and you're sick of the mundane- you need to check out Fremantle based songwriter David Hyams, on his brand new album 'Travelling Bones'.
There were so many other bands I could have mentioned but these to me were the stand outs, the ones that made me want to dance and sing, and made me feel happy to be at Fairbridge.
So this is probably the first and last album review that I’m going to do that isn’t really…well….an album at all.... Slap my arse and call me Judy if this isn’t the best damn fake album that will be released this year!
There’s something about thousands of people who love music and a good time crammed into a tiny eco-village near where I used to grow up that just speaks to the inner hippie in everyone.
For us, it always begins with a jolly stroll around the entire site, to get a feel for the place and figure out where the biggest gap in the fence is.
Sure, songs that rely on simple and catchy lyrics (I’m looking at you, Call Me Maybe) are fun to listen to, but then there are songs that tell actual stories...
"It’s just a pure, unbridled metal anthem, with one of the best riffs you are likely to hear anywhere, ever."
A loud bang emanates from the centre of the room “hello, is any one in here?” there’s no reply and no sight of anything or anyone. Spooky.
You know a band is unique when the first thing you notice isn’t the two drummers on stage, or the fact that one of the toms was in fact a garbage bin, but the double bass.
Youth and boredom are a powerful combination. Imagination does not disappear from generation to generation.
It's great having comedians as friends because occasionally they send you jokes! One of my good friends considers himself a comedian sometimes, depending on what day of the week it is...
This is as harsh and uncompromising as they've ever been.... their first since 2009’s piss-weak self titled effort....
I felt super connected to the world; the trees spoke to me, I couldn't stop stroking dirt and I could 'touch' the clouds and make them move.
I had literally stopped two centimeters from destroying my dignity and quite possibly my face.