The Underground Stage
With a squirrelly guitar line to add some zing to the pound and thrust of the song, we get a fully carbonated fizz of a track from Platonic Sex. Without any one of its parts, it’d be dull or menaingless – smashed all together though, it’s a heady brew of head-nodding heft and swivel-eyed lunacy 🍸”
This month’s fanzine edition features Chloe Dadd on the cover, just one of a bunch of killer live shows captured in February, along with Jet City Sports Club, Platonic Sex, The Tin Knees, The Great Awake, and tons more. There are also reviews of the very best new music from DIY, independent, and emerging Australian […]
“Platonic Sex raid territories from Camp Cope to PJ Harvey to Hole but make everything they touch theirs, a heady brew of complexity, depth, and intelligence. There’s enough guitar wigout to keep anyone happy, but it’s liberally sprinkled with enough chunks of cold fury and doses of telling you which way is up to keep […]