For a band with only three instruments, Gold Class sounded absolutely immense. In the moments of silence between songs, Jambinai were incredibly humbled to be able to play to a receptive Perth audience.
For a band with only three instruments, Gold Class sounded absolutely immense. In the moments of silence between songs, Jambinai were incredibly humbled to be able to play to a receptive Perth audience.
Hidden figures is a film for anyone who wants to feel inspired, whilst also having a good cry.
Inua Ellams' natural abilities as a storyteller and poet turns a one-man autobiographical show into an intimate, striking conversation. Plays like this are vital, as they put a face and story to the oft-dehumanising facts and figures spouted by the media and politicians.
Warpaint showcased the full power of their moody & groovy sound at Chevron Festival Gardens.
Despite being part of what has been come to be known as the anti-folk movement, Kline really doesn’t put much currency in genre. “I think that defining anything through a genre is kind of useless. I mean, I don’t really even know what anti-folk means really. I can tell you that it was this music movement in New York, but it doesn’t make much sense to me.”
Things To Come is bolstered by the terrific Isabelle Huppert, who is apparently chronically incapable of giving a boring performance.
If The Wolf of Wall Street was the popular captain of the footy team, Gold would be his younger, lamer cousin who is still weirdly into Yu-Gi-Oh at 17.
I have seen more artists live than I can count... And of the lot, I think it’s safe to say that Explosions in the Sky just became the best to date.
PIAF brought the goods this year with OMAR SOSA & his QUARTETO AFROCUBANO. Read our review here.
The Year I Was Born attempts everything, and gets everything right. It's a striking piece of theatre that opens your eyes to the injustices and struggles faced by people across the globe.
Lucidity, and the phenomenon of lucid dreaming it explores, is such a fascinating concept. The human endeavour to control the conventionally uncontrollable is examined to a T through the topic, as well as grief, moving forward, responsibility and, ultimately, the essence of love.
The consistently acclaimed crew at Bell Shakespeare are returning again this year, taking the challenging tragicomedy The Merchant of Venice to stages across the country, including shows in Perth, Bunbury and Kalgoorlie in August.
Tarrant’s ability to impart pure childlike wonder — irrespective of the audience’s varying ages — is nothing short of miraculous. I wasn’t expecting outbursts of laughter throughout, but quickly found that such zealous magic teamed with a delectable sense of humour only made for a winning show. From unconventional card tricks and humble stunts, to logic-defying predictions, Matt Tarrant had read our minds and left us questioning one too many things.
Director Olivier Assayas has strung together three different sorts of movies, but none of them coheres thematically or narratively. The effect is something like three little children yanking at your shirt and competing for your attention.
As fabled as Tony Galati’s eyebrows, and more elusive than Kevin Parker, James McHale is a man whose reputation mainly exists in myth and whispers. Yet, in light of Perth's Fringe World Festival, the man behind the legend has stepped forth from behind his taxpayer funded news mantle to ask fellow 'Perthonalities' some not-so-hard hitting questions. As James himself puts it, he’s “asking the people [he’s] always wanted to question, the questions [he’s] always wanted to ask”.
Dirty People exemplifies all that is grassroots Australian theatre in its hard-hitting 70-minute runtime. The characters in Dirty People are about as slick as an oil spill on an iceberg; and just as deadly.
Alone Outside is a one woman show; the role of Daphne is brilliantly depicted by Jo Morris. You often find yourself forgetting that there are no other actors on the stage, as the way Morris relays and reacts to the other characters is so genuinely visceral.
We checked out the new 50 Shades of Grey movie, which is better than the first, but still not great.
Our red-jumpsuit-donned revelatory tutor, Peach, spun a warm and safe cocoon of joy through casual conversation, relatable anecdotes and gorgeous ukulele ballads. The heartfelt camaraderie of not just sisterhood but humanhood was tangible as the audience shared in one horizon-expanding A-Ha moment after another.
Secret Sounds are insanely delighted (and so are we!) to welcome back Milky Chance and The Wombats, for a run of headline shows this May. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill.