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Godspeed You! Black Emperor tour Oceania

February 22nd, 2013

Date: February 9-16, 2013
Venues: The Hunter Lounge, The Tivoli, The Enmore Theatre, The Forum,
Act: Godspeed You! Black Emperor

I’m two gigs into a four-city, five-gig trip following Canadian instrumental post-rock act Godspeed You! Black Emperor around Australia and New Zealand when a thought starts to germinate.

Sitting on the balcony of The Tivoli, staring through wrought iron bars at flickering black and white images [train tunnels fading to a pinprick of light, telegraph poles receding, ever receding, railway pylons gliding out of view] it occurs that much of the visual panoply is about a journey.

It’s pervasive: variations litter Storm, punctuate Albanian, and dominate Moya.

We’re almost always travelling. Yet we rarely see the destination.

We are borne into an unseen, uncertain future because our eyes, via the camera, are fixed firmly on the past we leave behind. Watching the miles of slowly disappearing rail in the wake of the lantern rouge, the tunnnel that diminishes to a pinprick.

Or we gaze to the side at the road not taken, inexorably drawn to a pale, wan sun glimmering hesitantly through a layer of cloud. Or to the slow, painful journey of the solitary traveller trudging through scorching sun along a dusty road.

Is it nostalgia for the old? Are those other, alternate paths better than the unseen future we rush toward?

Or is it merely an oblique reference to the band’s early years spent rehearsing in a loft studio that backed onto a railway line?

These images are the vanguard of a mental war the forebrain wages against the hindbrain as each performance plays out.

The latter occupied with feeling the music — shivering at the wailing crescendoes of violin and screwdrivered guitar, shuddering at the propulsive cadence of the percussion, engrossed in the grand sweep of instrumentation. Read more

I Heart Hiroshima @ Alhambra Lounge

January 28th, 2013

I Heart Hiroshima. Shooting details: 1/200s, f/2.0, ISO1600.

Date: January 22, 2013
Venue: Alhambra Lounge, Brisbane
Acts: I Heart Hiroshima

Drummer Susie Patten warns those in the front that she may barf over her kit by the end of the night. She’s not drunk though. It’s nerves, she explains. It shows early on. Cameron Hawes strikes some bum notes on Listen; Patten’s vocals disappear into the ether at one point; Neutron Popsong never quite ignites properly. To me, pre-hiatus I Heart Hiroshima instrumentation never really was ragged, although, live, the trio often worked their butts off to deliver an edge-of-chaos impression.

This feels like the enthusiastic but messy flipside.

Not that the surprisingly (because it’s a “school night”) solid Alhambra crowd gives a damn. They’re overjoyed to have IHH on stage, and cheerfully indulge the three-piece time to find its feet.

It doesn’t take long to right the ship. Maybe it’s the slowdown of pace for River, but Hawes really nails that sequence of notes. They follow up with a great rendition of Old Tree (Somers: we’ve only played this live twice), then a couple of songs later Patten is prefacing Lungs (from memory) with a graphic tale about a long-ago Hip Hop night at The Zoo and an accident involving a vomiting drunk bloke and an industrial fan that led to Jaegerbombs being banned from the venue.

The nerves have evaporated.

The front rows are dancing along joyously and when Patten deliberately omits her chorus lines during Punks, the crowd instinctively fills the gap. The band is stoked. Ocean and Stop That follow, Patten wrestling with a kit that, by this point, is falling apart every 30 seconds. Yet, when the vocal mic falls out of its stand, she simply winds the lead round her neck and sings on with the mic nestled into her shoulder. Somers breaks not one, but two strings. They forge on. It’s hardly studio-perfect. But it is messily perfect. And that’s plenty fine.

Gig-going: the year 2012 in review

So, the survey says I went to 53 gigs in 2012. This is actually an increase on 2011, where I managed “only” 47, but down on the 2009 high of around 96. One a week is about right, I reckon. More than that just becomes exhausting.

It would have been more this year, but after a very active October gig-going feel away in November and December with a very below-par three gigs for that two-month period. I’m blaming both work and some ridiculous movie about a stupid fat Hobbit for that.

In particular, this is the first time in just about forever that I’ve not done a Christmas gig. Both the Darren Hanlon and The Gin Club Christmas bashes were on my to-do list but ultimately fell by the wayside. It’s been ages since I photographed either of those bands too, and I really would like to do so again. This year, I hope.

Busiest month was October with nine gigs in just 31 days. Heathen Skulls and Lawrence English were responsible for that: both toured some fantastic acts that month. Shellac, Benoit Pioulard and Grouper were outstanding. Yet September (with seven gigs) was the only month where I went to two in a single day: an afternoon effort at the Powerhouse to catch Dreamtime and The Moses Gunn Collective followed by a trek to The Waiting Room that night to see Do The Robot launch their fantastic album Midnight Mirage (the vinyl artwork is stunning). Read more

Timothy Carroll @ Woodland

Timothy Carroll. Shooting details: 1/160s, f/2.0, ISO1600.

Date: March 9, 2012
Venue: Woodland Bar, Brisbane
Acts: Timothy Carroll, Planet Love Sound

Despite good intentions, I haven’t caught Timothy Carroll live for a good eighteen months. Maybe longer.

That means I’m caught by surprise when he eschews his rich back-catalogue of acoustic folk in favour of a much rockier sound. I wonder if the surprise is why the first half of the set really doesn’t hook my attention.

I mean… it’s nice, it’s competent. The melodies are pretty enough. But it just doesn’t resonate. And in the end it’s nothing that half a dozen indie-rock bands round town aren’t already doing — some of them better.

Perhaps the source of my discontent is the one-foot-in-the-water approach that only sees him swap from acoustic guitar to electric late in proceedings. Because that’s when things really start to take off as he focuses on creating a thick, fuzzing sound that has some real meat and grunt.

Carroll is a prodigiously talented songwriter. The memorableness of the tunes on For Bread & Circuses is proof enough. Here’s hoping he can translate that knack to this new arena.

No Anchor @ Woodland

Date: March 17, 2012
Venue: Woodland Bar, Brisbane
Acts: No Anchor, Whitehorse, Quiet Steps, Tiny Spiders

Tiny Spiders capture my love with an fabulous interplay of messy guitar wizardry and some of the most physical drumming I’ve seen since Liam Finn last toured. There’s an underlying blues catchiness, just roughened to fuck as though its come down with severe strep throat. The moments of squealing feedback like someone dragging fingernails down a chalkboard, but are the perfect brake on the groove when Innez Tulloch throws them into the mix.

There’s something wholly unearthly about Whitehorse’s doom-sludge sound. Sure the bass end of things could be used herald the apocalypse, but I think the real culprit is the high-pitched keen of vocalist Pete Hyde. It’s piercing and echoing like someone 10 doors away is having their testicles removed with a pair of pliers. Unnerving and just a little creepy, it’s what prompts me to purchase their latest vinyl.

No Anchor bookend tonight’s performance by splitting the mammoth 15-minute drone session that is Gatton Bohemia in twain. Strangely, it makes the final closing section feels almost like a teaser, and its brevity accentuates the gut-punch of the cacophonous feedback-riddled conclusion where Donovan Miller and Ian Rogers get really physical with their bass guitars.

Maybe it’s a concept prompted by compactness of the new EP. Each of the four tunes — one a cover of Big Black’s Jordan, Minnesota — is short, sharp and focused. If the band wanted to leave the crowd reeling through a continuous series of hammer-blows, then this 10-song, 45-minute set certainly accomplishes that purpose.