Matt Ashworth – What if you were a band from Great Britain that was really, really good for a long time? And what if you wrote funny songs in many styles and were one of John Peel’s favorites?
Sam George-Allen – As we approach the Zoo – one of Brisbane’s foundation venues for local live music – the sound of slightly out-of-time cowbell drifts down to the street, and already I’m in love. It’s Gold Coast rock outfit The Moderns, and it just gets better once we’re inside.
“EVERYBODY DIES!… EVERYBODY DIES!… EVERBODY DIES!… EVERRYYBBOODDYY… DIES…. EVVVRREEEBBBOOODDDYYY.. DIES” a punk rock chorus sing/shouts, while a distorted, one-chorded intro degenerates in tempo, fading into oblivion.
Barry Vail – My Morning Jacket’s twenty-five song set at McCaw Hall last month was sometimes epic, but at all times pretentious. Maybe it was the Opera House setting?
Sam George-Allen – So, Australian music. Some of it is okay. Some of it is rubbish. Most of it, however, is woefully underrepresented in the worldwide music scene.
