Out of the last-minute collapse of the Lost Weekend festival, local promoters Fans have cobbled together Lost & Found. This eclectic mini-festival sports (among others) Lou Barlow as well as two different meldings of Deerhoof and Tenniscoats — OneOne and CanCan. Barlow plays a straight-laced acoustic set, while the other two turn in quirky performances that must be nine parts whimsy to one part serious rock. The weirdness peaks when Tenniscoats’ Ueno Takashi and Deerhoof’s Greg Saunier as CanCan balance a guitar on the back of a crouching compadre and proceed to poke at it like a pair of demented schoolchildren. I’m fairly sure there’s no deep meaning to the spectacle; it’s “merely” a trio of friends enjoying the hell out of confusing everyone. Read more
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May 3rd, 2011
August 10th, 2009
A difficult night not so much due to the quality of performance from the artists as general exhaustion taking its toll — and the inferior quality of some of these photos probably bears this out.
Seja Vogel is really upbeat and fantastic in Sekiden. So, why a stilted, awkward performance that comes across like she’s tooling in her bedroom? Maybe she’s aiming for raw and unpolished, but unfortunately, the dirge-like drone of keyboards loops and drum machine comes across more of the order of unrehearsed. Stemford Hiss follow with Church-like atmospherics but sans the presence of someone a Steve Kilbey figure. DZ then blow the cobwebs away with jack-booted efficiency. I’d previously heard their impressive tune The Mess Up via the wonderful Brisbane Sounds compilation, but it simply didn’t prepare me for their sonic brutality. Wave after wave of thick, chunky chords force-fed to the audience at ultra-high high volume. A revelation.
This leaves I Heart Hiroshima a bit of a mountain to climb, but they seem tight and not-at-all jaded after flogging their wares around Europe the last couple of months. The new stuff has bedded down well — I’m really liking Shakeytown now — and it sits well alongside the older material. Their rendition of The Chills’ Pink Frost is tops. They ought to drop Red Hands from the repertoire though — I think it’s a bit slow, one-paced and not particularly inventive. But, by this time, I’m simply exhausted and even though crowd and band are still going at it hammer and tongs, I head home early.