The Underground Stage
“Cosmic Kahuna are fresh off the release of their debut LP, and presumably not-so-fresh at this last night of a pretty lengthy string of live dates. The LP’s called Paintstripper, and is named in that simple and direct way Australia excels at. Great big mountains covered in snow? Great Snowy Mountains. Great big desert full […]
“Piercing and tough, The Peep Tempel don’t so much batter you with sound as knife you in the ribs. It’s the sound of a crunching tackle, bone on bone, speed and power and controlled violence.” Facebook | Instagram | Twitter [flickr_set id=”72157682824482974″]
“Where everyone else has got boring DNA, Sloan Peterson just has the word “star” written the whole way through her, gilttering and bright. The songs are dreamy without being dippy, and soar seemingly without effort. Lovely, lovely stuff.” Facebook | Instagram [flickr_set id=”72157682919236063″]
“Mezko have morphed and shifted over the years, and have now become dirtier and hellishly bite-y. They are strong with the dark side.” Facebook | Instagram [flickr_set id=”72157682824364294″]
“Awww hell yeah! La Bastard bring a touch of the Detroit Cobras to a night out, with big soulful guitar tunes, as well as some truly magnificent in-crowd solo action.” Facebook | Instagram [flickr_set id=”72157682521522484″]
“There’s a strong miserablist vs country vibe going on with Wifey. Plus, that violin is just sick.” Facebook [flickr_set id=”72157682593743673″]
“There surely can’t be much in the world that is as adorably good fun as Okin Osan. Bent out of shape like the Pixies, but with its dancing shoes on.” Facebook | Instagram [flickr_set id=”72157682366185132″]
“There are, quite simply, few bands capable of operating at the level of The Preatures. “Somebody’s Talking” remains an all-time great song, and seeing it in the cosy confines of the newly-reopened Lansdowne is a singular pleasure. There will be near-zero gigs that top this in 2017.” Facebook | Instagram | Twitter [flickr_set id=”72157682247048164″]
“Fierce as fuck, Hair Die have ice-water running through their songwriting veins, and an edge sharp enough to slice off an ear. Atmospheric, mesmeric stuff.” Facebook | Instagram [flickr_set id=”72157683182381330″]