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“Even if I choke and fall I’ll be knocking at your door all the time, all the time and what.. Could see now, for you wretched soul?

 

 

 

F*ck I was doing so well, getting these up in a timely manner then relapsed into actually having a life and neglected this blog. Here goes another attempt with my review of a freaking awesome show with additional unpublishable inserts…

You know walking into Fowlers Live and seeing seven guys onstage with black masks over their heads, in nothing but their boxers means you’re in for a show. What kind is yet to be decided but so far standing in the dark drawn to the choreographed mayhem onstage I am somewhat dubious to Adelaide band PUSH WOOD and their half-arsed display of metal anarchy…

 …Giving each other the finger and pussy-pushing each other around I’m told they are opening because Jonathan Boulet are borrowing their equipment. The sound was heavy, they have potential and I loved it when one of the guitarists was playing his guitar with the metal stage bar and the drummer’s symbols but I just don’t believe them… 

If you’re trying to push the envelope and act hard-core don’t give someone a half-arsed shove, knock them off the stage. From the way they looked, to the statement they were trying convey they just didn’t bring the noise. It’s like they were “hell-raising within the boundaries”, too worried to really create a scene in-case they don’t get asked back. No big finale at the end, nothing special, Henry Rollins would have stayed by the bar… [correction; would’ve pissed himself laughing]

 …You couldn’t get a more eclectic line-up for the night, as next up were The Bakers Digest a self-titled ‘folk-n-roll’ band also from Adelaide, dressed in button up shirts, in various pastel shades and black ribbon tied in bows around their necks… 

 …Looking the part and playing a very seventies southern rock sound, they started to draw in the crowd with their funky, electrified folk-rock music and those long locks. With a great visual and a few fantastic key’s solos they played known songs ‘Money Goes Lately’ and ‘Rio’ as well as a very cool cover of Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s get it on’…

[my mission for the perfect face-shot while battling slight hair envy]

 …They are a band on the rise, their set is tight and they seem really comfortable and at ease onstage. This is a band who knows what they are about, conjure up feelings of elder-year music nostalgia (in a good way) and yet have a fresh perspective about them. I am very keen to see them again…

 …Jonathan Boulet came on to a packed but not at capacity crowd with ‘Black Smokehat’. A confident and really penetrating performer who seems beyond his years, it feels like he is really looking at you as averse to keeping up a barrier between the crowd and the performer… 

…The whole band played really well together and with extra percussion and Jonathan stomping around the mood onstage really took off. Being at the front it was harder to distinguish the reaction of the crowd but I didn’t feel as big a vibe as I have in the past, nobody was really letting loose and you had one moron at the front who kept trying to fist-bump Jonathan repeatedly and another wanting to grab his beard…  

 …But enough of the negative, every track off the new album We Keep The Beat, Found The Sound, See The Need, Start The Heart, was played with gusto and my favourite song ‘Hallowed Hag’ was spookily good and crowd-stirring. They played with such enthusiasm that the drummer’s snare drum ripped and you could see the PUSH WOOD metal boys off to the side watching J.B’s performance in admiration. Yeah, that’s how it’s done fellas… 

…In the middle of the set one guy shouted out “it’s not just about you Jon” and J.B ribbed back “who said that? Fuck off!” with a sly smile before agreeing with him and complimenting and introducing his band. He did point to the guy before starting up again, and said “This next song is dedicated to that guy… it’s called ‘Trounce’”… 

 …‘This Song is Called Ragged’ actually lit a fire under the crowd’s arses and got every-one whooping and stomping as well as the other more well-known ‘Community Service Announcement’. During Boulet’s last song all of the PUSH WOOD guys ran onstage with tops off and the black sacks over their faces really causing a ruckus this time grabbing the Boulet team and jumping around but not affecting the brilliance of the last song. Great show.

 

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“But I am the war coward… I.. am.. the.. HERO”

Showing the locals some love, on a pretty mellow night, a little while ago with the line-up mainly consisting of local bands (cause two outta threeee ain’t bad). Yep two local Adelaide bands and one from way outta town, Brisbane-town to be exact. It was chilled, I was chilled -read super lazy and super yellow mellow – that I spent most of the gig sitting, hey at least I made the effort to leave the comfort of my home which is more than can be said for the rest of Adelaide as you can see from the turnout… read on

Sometimes it’s nice to sit down at gigs. Standing really can get overrated especially when comfy couches are involved. Last time I was at Jive it was a sold out madhouse, tonight the vibe is a lot more ‘glass of wine’ then ‘jaeger-bomb’ and so it started with a crowd of about twenty mainly made up of band members, family, friends and devotees. Sparkspitter started off nice and experimental with two band members sitting down, Rohan with the lapsteel and their sound immediately makes me think of Battles and Bath except more whimsical, musically pure and not so sample clunky – what a great describing word… 

… If you go on their bandcamp they are self-proclaimed ‘experimental-indie-minimalist-krautrock-postrock’ but that is as best you can try to categorise them and fit them into a box because those “tags” don’t really do it. This is 3am, stoner basement, Utopian music, the kind of which you could sit there staring at the walls listening to every sound or lie back and let the music overcome you… 

 (Told you it was great turnout. This is typical Adelaide freezing cold Saturday night effort right here)

All fifty people in the room were mesmerised as each song started off intrinsically, as one person would start with their part then another would come in, in what can only be described as layers, musical layers where science, art and music meet… 

Till the sound got more hypnotic, louder with such intensity, building and building until you could just burst wanting to climax already. Six to eight minutes long, with nearly no vocals and all three of them onstage eyes closed, in there cocoon of rapture and dysfunctional synchronicity… 

It was greatly intoxicating and there were a good number of people making a beehive for the stage after their set for a Sparkspitters CD…

 …Watching Brisbane band Founds set up it was interesting to see how they were going to fit all seven people; guitar, violin, bass, acoustic, keyboard, drums, synth, two tambourines and a sporadic trumpeter onstage, but they did…

Founds set was filled with strikingly powerful songs including “Avalanches” and “Holograms”, such was the commanding boom of joyful, harmonious music that came from that stage that it smacked you in the face and kept everyone back about four to five feet…

The two vocalists Kirstie and Elle-Louise’ harmonies are flawless and vocal range is perfection, they give the grace while the boys gave the momentum…

They remind me musically of a mixture of Florence, Mumford and the Von Trapp family to put it ignorantly, but they give off an amazing vibe onstage…

the bassist thrashing his hair around, the violinist frenetically playing alongside, a grand motley crew that gel so incredibly well together… 

Last but not least I got my butt off the couch not only because I wanted to sway and dance to the ethereal, psychedelic loveliness of Fire Santa Rosa Fire but also because the huge rush of fans to the stage had completely blocked my view… 

This was the fourth time that I have seen Fire Santa Rosa Fire and each time I fall more and more in love with the band. Ever friendly, ever humble and such a fantastic sound, they are one of my favourite Adelaide bands… 

Singer Caitlin mentions she had no voice two hours prior to the gig but her vocals are still amazingly as top notch as ever breezing through the setlist singing “Little Cowboys, Bad Hombres” which has great lyrics with Caitlin and Dave weaving a tale on vocals… 

“Panther Shrine” has one of the best hypnotic guitar plays with Metric-style vocals. Dave partook in some entertaining crowd banter trying to speak over the crowd jokingly telling everyone ‘would you pipe down dammit I’m trying to tell you a story.’…

I also may have jumped, clapping my hands like an excited Japanese tourist and squealed for joy when they played my all-time favourite song “War Coward” which – poo for you – they don’t play live that much anymore. It has a head swaying, cobra-dancing, stoner-grooving and very intense almost sexual Led Zeppelin-esque guitar jolt throughout… 

As well as “Phantom of Lakes” with its vocoder distortion, catchy moans, funky bass and guitar, a song that starts off so beautifully and grows in intensity and emotion. It was cool watching them play to a home crowd in a relaxed, chilled out and appreciative atmosphere… 

…There was this one guy at the front, who knew the lyrics to all the songs including the Kate Bush cover they did, drunk as a skunk eyes closed, finger wiggling, smiling, singing and bopping erratically but having the time of his life. Will he remember it tomorrow? Only that it was a great way to spend a Saturday night, that’s for sure.

Love them. I rate them if you get a chance you should totally see them.

Light a candle, close your eyes, have  a smoke and a groove to these;

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“Showing off tonight, you’ve gotta know the girls won’t let you down… Sha la-la-la-la-la-la-la”

Ha! This gig was fun. I’d already seen Deep Sea Arcade no less than a week before in Sydney for the launch of their ‘Outlands’ tour and thoroughly enjoyed the gig. I’d also managed to wrangle a great team of friends to come with and two hours prior heading to Jive we were knocking back the margaritas. Always one for mixing work with pleasure, thankfully I have a great memory for someone who was intoxicated and managed to knock out this review of the night…

So my first gig review for the AU review and I’ve arrived late missing the first act Woe and Flutter but this is also from being stuck flirting with the nice lady at the door convincing her that I am actually supposed to be on the door-list…

 …I’ve brought with me a crowd, having seen Deep Sea Arcade a few weeks ago when they performed in Sydney for the same tour and have convinced them [my amigos] to come to this sold out Adelaide show – we know talent when we hear it. Finally through the door and I’ve already bagged a spot at the front, half price margaritas kicking in (reason for being late) and looking forward to limbering up with The Cairos

 …A male pop-punk-indie four-piece from Brisbane, getting great Triple J airplay with their song “Shame” and who look like they’re out past their curfew. “Lena” starts the set with a great toe-tapping head-nodding beat; a plucky guitar with beautiful imploring vocals weaves in and out of a harsher punk guitar thrash, bringing every-one closer to the stage and right into things…

 …My new favourite song “Yeah No” sounds so much catchier, sensual and funkadelic live which is awesome and it really feels great dancing with the ghosts of this old iconic 70’s nightclub. Bassist Reuben was in his element and really giving it thrust to this one, jutting back and forth to the addictive bass, long hair thrashing around…

…“Seasons of Snow” has lead vocalist Alistair screeching the chorus and a hint of Smiths-style guitar play while “Shame” had some girl come grab me and swirl me around the front of the stage singing our lungs out to the chorus… SHAME!!..

…A very good cover of “Bette Davis Eye’s” came towards the end and “We All Buy Stars” reminded me again why they sound like a modern day ‘Smiths…

 …Nick Weaver is a figure. While everyone is setting up he’s there pouting away tuning the bass in the most peacocking fashion I have ever seen in my life Mr ‘too cool for school’ and I can’t stop staring. Put him and Julian Casablancas in the same room and see who can do it better…

Deep Sea Arcade have a very British sound to them it’s no surprise to me that they have supported Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds, Kaiser Chiefs and The Charlatans. Their sound reminds me of Kasabian and The Beatles but they’re from Sydney and they rock in their own sixties- psychedelic-indie way. Appearing to the sound of Nancy Sinatra’s haunting “In my Room” they immediately jump into fast and jangly “Seen No Right”…

…Tonight is all about their new album launch for Outlands and although Jive is tiny it was just right and intimate for this modern sixties vibe. This album is full of songs that are so top of your lungs sing-worthy with fantastic vocals and I wailed along with everybody else to “Granite City”, “Lonely In Your Arms” and “Steam”. Nic McKenzie’s dreamy psychedelic voice floats through the room, up the back of your shirt and gives you shivers on songs like “Outlands”, “Together”, “All The Kids” and “Ride”…

 …Strangers became friends at Jive as one girl threw her faux-fur vest on-stage and Nic wore it proudly for a song – sweating in it the lucky lady. “Girls” went off. That is not an overstatement, having already made best friends with two guys in front of me and allowing them to get their creative juices flowing with my camera. Arms were linked, eyes closed, fingers pointing and bodies heaving to the sweet sounds…

*Because I was drunk and not holding the camera very steady I decided to make lemonade and create some animated GIF’s with the blurry images to re-create some of the magic =P Enjoy – Hope you have decent internet connection.

 …Disappearing for their timed encore the crowd yelled, cheered and screamed with ferocious withdrawal symptoms until they re-appeared, to an amazing cover of Chemical Brother’s “Let Forever Be”. I can’t remember what the last song was (or if the C.B’s cover was it) I was too intoxicated on the amazing vibe, great company and absolute rapture of how great these guys are live. The Adelaide gig filled with A-town love was by far much better than the pomposity of Sydney’s and Deep Sea Arcade gave back so much more of themselves in gratitude. I will be stalking their Facebook page to find out when they will be touring again.

And that will be pretty soon as they’re touring within the next month or so promoting another single off the album which is awesome because I’ll totally go and see them a third time, especially as they have a new guitarist and will be playing new material.

BUT the night wasn’t over, my friend started chatting to Alistar from The Cairos and he was super cool, so we went backstage and chilled out for a bit chatting with the rest of the band and the guys from Woe & Flutter…

Lock up your daughters. I did record a mini interview with the loutish bunch but the recording has since disappeared – maybe a good thing but totally hilarious as they did break out in song (Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet)

I’m down for supporting new music so I bought their EP and when Alistar offered to get the guys to sign it, he ran around getting me sweet nothings engraved…

 Yep. That’s a penis. He also ran off with my pen.

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“All the crazy shit I did toniiiight, those will be the best memories…”

Wow I’m really banging them out, aren’t I? That’s what happens when your number of jobs goes from three to one and your body-clock is still in Europe, meaning I’m up at the productive time of 3pm to 6am. So without further ado, my very sober review of Planet Cream; an event where you really need to be f*cked up to attend…

It’s 10.30pm you’ve just landed in Adelaide from a day of work slogging around Sydney in your new boots that are now killing your feet. You’ve been up since 4am and yesterday’s Tabata class is still wreaking havoc with every single muscle in your body. You’re supposed to go to the Adelaide Entertainment Centre to review Planet Cream but still scarred by the memory of Future Music, the thought of being around that type of crowd and having to stay sober is more painful than your aching muscles but ‘f*ck it’ the masochist inside you says, ‘let’s go!’ Crossing the street looking inside the entertainment centre can only be described as intimidating, the noise is incredible and the small line of 15 year old girls camped out under their blankets for One Direction tickets have to be commended, they’re bloody brave…

Just cutting in here to mention, that I was so, so happy to see people I knew because it honestly would have been torture to be there alone. Wearing my ‘Led Bloody Zeppelin That’s Who’ singlet I really felt overdressed on this freezing Autumn night as there was an extortionate amount of side boob and stiff nipples on display (former girls, latter boys). Honestly you stick the term ‘Festival’ on the end of a poster and looking around you’d think the temperature had shot up 10 degrees. The entertainment centre usually such a classy and clean venue looked like it had literally gone to the dogs, trash was everywhere and the place was dirty – =P had to do it!

…Plastic cups crunching under my feet and a walkabout reveals a silent disco, the main room (affectionately called ‘The Darkness’), an alfresco-style rave area and the small and cosy Star room. Finding some friends we went into the Star room which had local DJ Paul Marshman playing and stuck around enjoying the tunes and the view. Nicknamed “The Entrance” room because everyone who came through the door in from the smoking area thought they were the don and were compelled to make an entrance. Jesus posing, boogieing in, grooving, shoulder popping, male synchronised skipping -nobody just walked in – in their eyes they were the bee’s knees. Hilarious. Marshman was great and I reluctantly stuck to head bopping  as my body couldn’t handle fancy-pants-ing around, playing a game of ‘Name that Drug’ and envying anyone who could bust any sort of a move. ..

Like moths to a flame.

 …Never one to let weather get in the way of anything the crowd looked better suited for the beach as the boys had their nipples out and for the girls serious side-boob was order of the day. I’m not unjust to say whoever wears sunglasses in the dark is a douche – and of those there were plenty. Moving into the darkness for Dirty South it was pretty awesome, besides the off-putting illegal puff puff – cigarette smoking indoors, the rebels – Dirty South played a great mix and it’s the first time I’ve been to a gig/festival that started in Adelaide, the energy was incendiary…

 …Though my mind could no longer ignore my aching body and David Guetta was to be my last performance of the night…

Ah yes, the Jesus pose..

… and again.

 …As joyous as ever with that huge fat-kid-loves-cake grin throughout the whole set, you can’t fault him for loving what he does and giving back to the crowd 3-fold…

 …Playing crowd pleasers; ‘Little Bad Girl’, Solitario’s ‘Turn Up The Bass’, ‘When Love Takes Over’, Avicci and Gotye’s ‘Somebody that I used to know’, ‘Turn me on’, ‘I Can only imagine’, Calvin Harris’s ‘Feel so close to you’ and finally, I mean lastly ‘Without You’…

…The set felt like an eternity and already patting myself on the back for even showing up, I begrudgingly limped to the car missing Above & Beyond. I am told they were incredible but climbing into my bed that night was orgasmic so I barely mind.

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“We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out… We’re gonna rock this town, make ’em scream and shout”

I’d heard Brian Setzer was coming to town and having mastered ‘Rock this Town’ on Guitar Hero, (don’t judge me) and having a fondness for Rockabilly but rarely the opportunity to indulge, I put my name down to review Brian Setzer’ Rockabilly Riot. So here’s my story…

I am still on my P’s when it comes to Rockabilly. I love Chuck Berry & Johnny Cash, like a bit of Bill Haley and when I was a wee girl found it really easy and delightful to know the words to ‘My Ding-a-Ling’, ‘See you later Alligator’, ‘Be-Bop-A-Lula’ and ‘Great Balls of Fire’. But I always go to these events feeling like an outsider, with my long wavy seventies hair, black skinny jeans and minimal made up face. Amongst the men that spend more time styling their hair then I ever would, the thick soled shoes, A-line dresses and floral prints my companion and I stuck out like sore thumbs. Rockabilly is excluded from the mainstream and with it more a lifestyle than just a genre I’m feeling like a voyeur standing by a large group who seemed to know everyone, I just wanted the lights to dim so I could stop being stared at like a ‘music tourist’…

 …Lanie Lane was the supporting act and she cut a very nice figure up onstage in a teeny tiny black halter dress, red fringed jacket and was my very first band to see live with a female double bass player. She sung Muddy Water’s ‘Hoochie Coochie Man’, her own ‘Oh Well, That’s What You Get Falling in Love with a Cowboy’, ‘What Do I Do’ and finished off with ‘Ain’t Hungry’ which finally got the crowd shuffling…

 …Her bands backing vocals from the boys during ‘What do I do’ were a highlight for me and it was intriguing looking around being with such an eclectic crowd…

 …The punk rockabillies with their Mohawk’s, the beards, the double father and son team in-front of me passing down the love for the ancient rockabilly ways…

 …When the man himself appeared he looked like a true neo-rockabilly icon in his thick-soled shoes, black Johnny Cash suit with fluoro green lapels, with matching green paisley printed vest and a super cool silver cross and bones bolo tie with metallic shiny green electric guitar. Sorry it’s so hard to focus solely on the music when everyone looks so badass!…

 …First half of the night had Setzer with an old time double bassist Johnny Hatton and drummer Noah Levy who was the spitting image of Buddy Holly. Playing ’49 Mercury Blues’, ‘Drive like Lightning’ and Rockabilly classic ‘Put Your Cat Clothes On’ even though the quiffs were floppy and the hairlines receding – for me – this was an thoroughly entertaining show…

 … Johnny Hatton with his sticking out ears, thin rimmed glasses but huge quiff dyed fluoro green looked like a part-time mechanic and full-time rockabilly for life. Alternating between straddling the bass like a steed, laying it on the floor and hovering the double bass precariously over the heads of the crowd there’s still some great rocking years left in these old-timers…

…Next half of the night fellow Stray Cat’s drummer Slim Jim Phantom came on with a cocky swagger that would put most 18 year olds to shame. When Mr Setzer asked Slim Jim to give a fashion tip to the Adelaide crowd Phantom’s pearl of wisdom was ‘two belts are better than one’ – duly noted sir, duly noted…

 ……All throughout it was so hard for me to take pictures on my shonky camera as the ground was shaking from all the toe-tapping and foot stomping being undertaken. Johnny Cash’s ‘Folsom Prison Blues’ was gratefully received as Setzer’s low baritones reverberated over the crowd and ‘Put Your Cat Clothes On’ released the two hound dogs standing next to me as these grown men went absolutely crazy, though I found the rest of the crowd incredibly tame…

 …‘Runaway Boys’, ‘Rock and Roll Queen’, ‘The Stray Cat Strut’, ‘Great Balls of Fire’ and ‘Fishnet Stockings’ were also on the set-list. Slim Jim looked uber-cool chewing gum, playing so damn intricate and fast with youngest man in the group and double bassist/Johnny Depp doppelganger Chris D’Rozario competing with Hatton for the most outlandish assault with the double bass…

 …Hatton and D’Rozario had it out with a somewhat slap-rivalry which reeked of ‘performance’ as Mr Setzer  joined them and couldn’t handle more than 10 minutes of slap bass. In the end the ground absolutely shook with people stomping the floor, braying for an encore and screaming for more of the same…

 FREAKING BADASS…

 …‘Rock this town’ – which is ashamedly the only song I know word for word from hours of guitar hero – was awesome as they finished of the night with ‘Seven nights to Rock’. Not the most raucous Rockabilly event I’ve been to but the men onstage were in top form and though the oldies aren’t as vicarious as they once were (so I’m told) they still absolutely commanded. Brian Setzer’s guitar playing was just as infamous and mesmerizing seen live and if I could have seen the Stray Cats in their hay day I would have loved to.

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“Let’s dance to joy division and celebrate the irony.. Everything is going wrong, but we’re so happy”

I love my editor. Not only does he allow me to cover some really great gigs for free but I also get the opportunity to speak my very opinionated mind without any buffering, edits or censoring. A luxury that is extremely rare in the journalism industry. So here are the fruits of that labour in the form of my review on the worst music festival I have been to in the past 3 years. Future Music Festival. (Oh and a few extra notes from that day sprinkled in lightly)…

I wanted to like Future’s I really did, but remembering how aggressive the crowd was two years ago and considering I’d spent a life altering weekend at WOMAD… somewhere between fat chance and no chance is your answer. Let’s start with the hour it took me to wait in the VIP/Media/Guest line with four other ticket windows free, with the occupants sitting there picking their noses and scratching. Add to that a classy lady behind me using language that would make Lil Wayne cringe her sentence went a little something like this; ‘C*nt, blah blah blah f*cking blah, blah f*cking b*tch c*nt”… for an hour. It also helps if the girls looking through the list of names have a general grasp of the alphabet, I’m now realising why it took so long. Before heading towards the entrance I saw one girl, alone, passed out where a security guard had guided her under a tree as he went to get water, the rest of them were making all the boys lift up their shirts to check for alcohol smuggling. It looks grim doesn’t it? At the entrance they had no shade and too few lines with everyone completely stuck, bottlenecked and pushing I felt like cattle. I managed to hear Jessie J onstage already and she sounded alright, very rehearsed, she wasn’t in one of her elaborate outfits I guess in the toss-up between fashion and the possibility of passing out from the Aussie heat was not worth risking. After a brief walkabout figuring out where all the stages were I head to watch Hackney Rapper Professor Green, not before some girl calls me ‘piggy’ for pushing her off my foot when she walked into me, it’s a dog eat world here…

Changing the venue from the lush green grasses of Rymill Park to the barren red dirt of Ellis Park made the place seem that much more isolated. It was like entering some Mad Max vortex or the opening scene of Tupac’s (Hype William’s directed version) music video ‘California Love’ (which is based on the M.M film) if you like. Think an obliterate landscape with howling uneducated people lurching about. Imagine sticking every bogan in your state into one vicinity, giving them an excuse to start drinking before 10am and herd them into a caged premise with hollow repetitive thumping beats. Grim.

Ah yes. Nothing like the love of the crowd.

…I managed to get to a good spot and Professor Green’s performance really lifted the spirits. He played hits from his debut Alive Til I’m Dead album and At Your Inconvenience including ‘Just be Good to Green’, ‘I Need You Tonight’ and ‘Read All About it’ which the crowd really got into…

…Local Dj Stubanga was doing well on the Knife Party stage and for a law student by day, DJ by night he’s getting some great gigs; Future’s and this years The Big Day Out included…

…Within only an hour my feet were completely brown and the dust was all over my skinny jeans up to my shins, the ‘new and improved’ venue that is Ellis Park is more like a baron wasteland with impromptu random tents providing the shade as there were no trees at all within the large cage. The crowd was 30% normality with people there for the music, the rest were uneducated, offensive and aggressive who were pretty much just there because it was a public holiday, a legit excuse to get wasted during the day and the ‘in’ thing to do. Butt cheeks galore and men giving it as good as the girls in string singlets nipples out, fist pumping the air, pushing in front to get close to the stage just to stand there watching the concert through their phones. Dance music is completely wasted on this mob, I really want to love dance music but the crowd Future attracts year after year just gets worse and worse. This isn’t an age thing, this isn’t a bourgeois thing, Warren Ellis from Dirty Three was wrong looking at this lot there is ‘NO hope in the youth’, I wanted to get rip-roaring drunk just to try to ignore the vibe and put up with being there. The place would be a whole lot better if they banned alcohol and gave everyone an ‘E’ as they came in, then everyone might chill out…

Yayyyy.. some friends to cling to. The Plastik People Dj’s!! Salvation!! In the VIP area they were giving out pills (mints) in tiny tin cases… classy. As I mentioned before E’s would have been so much better.

…I listened to Chase & Status from the safety of the VIP area, hiding with some friends who were Djing a bit later and made it my mission to try and go to as many not so popular acts to stay away from the masses…

Haha.. one half of Plastik People Dj’s Mr Sala-man

…Friends and Future comrades Plastik People DJ’s were a nice escape right in the dusty back corner at the Pure Blonde “Beer Garden” playing to a tiny but dedicated crowd mashed up dance mixes with Bob Sinclair, ‘Drop it like it’s hot’, Pass the Courvoisier, Bob Marley ‘Could you be loved’, Beastie Boys, MSTRKRFT and ‘What a Bum’ Sister Nancy. They were also throwing down free beers and water to the crowd from the rider in the back which everyone appreciated…

Just call me tattoo hunter.

…American electro pop Holy Ghost! were my highlight of the day even though the lack of crowd was embarrassing I loved the forced intimacy. Front man Alex didn’t seem like he cared, seemingly nonchalant about it all, but they gave a great show and it was great to hear actual instruments being played…

…Before lighting up the first of many cigarettes he told us that this was the smallest crowd they had played to so far but the one with the strongest connection, the liar. Being so against smoking it’s funny that I find it so badass when musicians light up onstage, but I’m all for sticking it to the man however small the gesture…

Oh the sunburn. Grin & bare it.

Classy. No it’s not a bad fake tan job it’s arid dust. If you think this powder build-up was isolated to my feet you should have seen my camera the next day. Covered in a thick film of red dust. And although my jeans are looking quite black in this photo the red filth went up all the way to my knees by the end of the day.

…By this time thoroughly sunburnt but excited to see Fatboy Slim I headed to the main stage where I was in for the biggest disappointment of my life…

…After a great video intro and obtaining a decent position in the crowd I was looking forward to seeing Big Beat pioneer and nineties icon Norman Cook in the flesh. Q magazine named Fatboy Slim on of ’50 bands to see before you die’ and for the life of me I have no idea why. First off the set list said ‘Fatboy Slim’ not ‘Fatboy Slim DJ Set’ over the longest tension building hour and a half of my life he proceeded to DJ, playing everything BUT his own music, sampling maybe three lines from two songs, I hoped and prayed he would turn it around not giving in and pissing off to see The Wombats but that moment never came…

Holding a flare. Hardcore.

…If I wanted to hear a DJ set I could’ve gone to any other stage and have heard exactly the same music, which I did as half of the stuff he played I’d already heard throughout the afternoon. I cannot put down in words how disappointing this was, he just seemed like a has-been with all the ‘B*TCH’ samples he had looping over the music (I’m not a fan of that word already but to hear that on loop throughout the set is grinding). Nothing other-worldly about his Djing either with themes of ‘GET NAKED’ throughout and flashes of naked hippies appearing onscreen as well as an image of the ‘You’ve come a long way baby’ fat boy with wings behind him, but absolutely no sign or glimpse of the genius that made him so important in the first place. Clips of The Supremes ‘Stop in the Name of Love’ were sampled, ‘California Love’ by Tupac and Dre, Dj Kool’s ‘Let me Clear my Throat and ‘I’m in AUSTRALIA b*tch’…

…I could’ve cried again that weekend but for all the wrong reasons, maybe Mr Cook should get back on the booze or maybe turn in the tables because at the end there was no big encore, no final boom but he played his last song like all the others, bowed and walked off stage… ‘Thanks for the money suckers’ should’ve read up the back on-screen. Absolute bollocks!…

And the warm hospitality you got from your fellow party-goers extended backstage also. Sala-man went backstage with the good intention of chilling out with fellow Dj’s, meeting a few idols, shaking some hands and helping himself to the free booze. Only to be accosted by some guys asking why the f*ck he was backstage and taken to some interrogation room for about half and hour and being questioned by the bo-po (backstage police aka security) as to how he got backstage and what the f*ck he was doing there. Apparently some people are good enough to get paid shit all, the privilege to Dj in some crappy corner but no entitlements to at least some backstage action – which is honestly a pretty cool privilege that they should at LEAST be privy to. Well I caught up with him after they let him go after much pleading that he had to find his girlfriend and in a justly pretty pissed off mood. But onward and upward.

Hold on let me clean my glasses.

Ah yes here we go.

…Swedish House Mafia were the ones that really brought it home the curtain revealing an amazingly high DJ platform and the three of them giving me a reason to stay till the end of the night…

…Playing Armand Van Helden’s ‘NYC Beat’ and a fantastic remix of Temper Trap’s ‘Sweet Disposition with all the lyrics flashing up behind them, there were smoke bursts, fireworks, flashing lights and flames with the only discerning moment being when a lonely firework shot up from behind us in the crowd out of nowhere. Good thing it went straight up…

Wouldn’t that have been a headline!

Gangsta.

…They gave us a visual and aural feast being bombasted from all sides, we were told to “kiss more frogs” as Pendulum’s ‘The Island’, Gwen Stefani’s ‘What you waiting for’, Coldplay’s ‘Every teardrop is a waterfall’, Adrian Lux’s ‘Teenage Crime’, Florence & The Machine’s ‘You got the Love’ where all mashed up with ‘Get Dumb’, ‘Leave the World Behind’, ‘One’ and ‘Miami 2 Ibiza’. They were amazingly good (take that Norman) and finished off with ‘Save the World Tonight’…

…My conclusion is, with the right amount of alcohol, drugs and comrade protection you may have a great time at Future’s but I will not be attending again, at least not in Adelaide. I like to keep a nice distance between all that trash and alcohol abuse and it’s called changing the channel.

Future Music War Correspondent Mi.Nantes

My feet were bloody aching, I’d honestly had enough and I felt like I had survived something as averse to relishing an awesome day out. You could have followed me to my car from the red dust trail prints I left behind me and it was soooo orgasmic climbing into the shower jeans included.

Food for thought.

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“Turn up that music, turn up that beat.. Turn up that radio, rhythm concrete, You sing for freedom, we’ll sing for peace.. turn up that music, turn up that beat”

Okay. Back to it… so last night before heading home we stopped by this fine establishment…

… and while the boys were waiting for their LSD’s (Latte Soy Dandes), my sugar cravings kicked in and these cocoa nuggets with guarana in a clear jar called Buzz Balls were looking really appetizing.  As I placed my order the dreaded, tie-dyed, natural beauty leans in and very seriously goes “have you had these before?”.. startled, my brow furrows and cautiously I reply “…..noooo”. Giving me my buzz ball and holding onto my hand at the same time “well, take half now and if you are okay after an hour take the other half!” she heeds… WHHHHAAATT is in this?! Feeling more freaked out than any girl should before indulging in chocolate I broke off a crumb and went home hoping that I could sleep that night. Well nothing happened… booooo, this girl obviously underestimated my caffeine addiction and family history with guarana. So this morning I scoffed the whole thing down and got busy…

…Two days down and one more to go (going to Future Music Festival tomorrow), this is what I have learnt so far; bring a shawl, sitting on moist grass or dusty earth is not ideal in a cream dress. You can happily spend more money on food then you can on booze at WOMAD (think I’ve just solved the nation’s binge drinking problem) and if you’re going to try to jump the fence make sure you’re wearing fake dreads and fisherman pants and they’ll lose you in the crowd…

Notes to refugees coming  into Australia…

…There is no better way to kick off the Sunday with the smooth soundings of the (so-called French Jeff Buckley) Tete.  His set was delightful acoustic Chanson, sounding like a mixture of Tracy Chapman, Ben Harper and Keziah Jones it was the perfect bluesy-soul-for laying back in the grass, eyes closed, ignoring the sunburn and taking it all in…

…Like Keziah Jones he adds delightful elements to most of the songs by including percussive guitar slapping. Tete got comfortable with the crowd and spoke in French and English, admitting that he comes from a village in France with the lowest IQ rate in Europe, explaining why he wrote a simple song titled ‘Love’…

…He gave a great rendition of ‘Blister in the Sun and said the crowd had sexy handclaps which is always nice to hear…

Yeah can’t say I’ve heard that before and not going to lie.. pretty flattered it’s an awesome compliment.

…Roaming around were Ireland’s ponydance theatre company decked out in chav tracksuit attire complete with side ponytails, tilted caps and overtly gay flourishes. They were talented and hilarious performing routines and dividing up the crowd for a dance-off. One woman who unfortunately took a phone call during the crowd participation got picked out by dancer Neil who camped it up and singled her out; ‘YOU… get off the phone what’s more important than this?!” which I thought was hilarious (hey, as long as it’s not me)…

…The Latin, Afro-Cuban, rhythms of Diego Guerrero y El Solar de Artistas had beautiful tango, flamenco and salsa elements but I felt like they would be better seen in some dark, underground red-lit seedy bar in Spain where the passion and vocal power could really be appreciated…

It was really cool seeing this dad dancing with his kids.. listening to Frigg and taking in the gay (as in happy, joyous) vibe as people linked arms, swinging around, hair flying, beards blowing in the wind and…

…Finding a nice spot in the shade we watched Frigg a band of Fiddlers from Norway and Finland who were absolute folk powerhouses of extreme skill, precision and gaiety on their fiddles (with a few other fretted instruments and one stand-up bass). We had a smoke just before they played and it was great to watch something that stems from Anglo-culture for a change, having a touch of tradition which we can hold more of an affinity towards…

…This was the true definition of folk-rock, Nerdy-cool (like the Star Wars of the music world) with all of them in pop colours playing energetically and with amazing precision smiling and dancing at the same time. It was music for the community with people linking arms and dancing around, leaping and spinning. Everyone from the stage to the crowd looked like they were having so much fun; families and friends alike this was the perfect music for jigging. I swear at one point they were playing Supertramp’s ‘Pumping on your stereo’ but I’m told that was not the case…

They totally did I know it!

…This day seemed to be going so, so fast as we were already heading to the main stage to see Gurrumul for a seated performance. This was another moment where you could just lie down with the best of them in the grass with your eyes closed, soaking in the gloriousness…

…His voice was so penetrating and they kept it from being a too serious affair by having Barry Morgan debut with craziness and Natalie from Blue King Brown also came onstage after and sung a duet…

Good people. C**** a guy who paints his nails, has feminine tattoos (including one seriously bad superhero tat), plays gigs in a dress, breaks the mould, makes hipsters uncomfortable, gets laid frequently and is more man than many men I know and J***** who I only met the day before but seems pretty cool and open-minded

…After hearing my companion bag out Blue King Brown throughout the day (he apparently hates being preached to in music), it was great to watch the band and enjoy their music, their messages and their lyrics. The crowd was huge and the vibe was cool but nothing too inspiring…

…or overtly impressive considering all the hype I’ve been hearing about the band over the past two years. Coolest thing was when two newly accepted asylum seekers from West Papua came onstage in traditional garb and danced to a thundering tribal beat before talking about their plight and the 50 year reign of human rights abuses they fled from in West Papua…

…They asked everyone to show solidarity for their cause and raise a fist so they could take a picture to as a beacon of hope to those in West Papua. It all reeked of disingenuousness not from the two men, not from Natalie who asked that the crowd head to the tent and please sign the petition but from the crowd…

…They are calling this moment ‘the biggest public display of Australian support for West Papua’ but how many of this supposed 10,000 went to the tent and actually signed the petition? It’s easy to raise a fist doesn’t mean you can pat yourself on the back and call that your good deed for the day, the people of West Papua can sleep easy knowing that Australians at a music festival flexed some muscle. If you actually do care head to http://www.rizeofthemorningstar.com/ and do something meaningful by signing the petition…

This is the image they took for the movement (sourced from the link above)

I’m to the right somewhere =P.

Thinking about what my friend retorted when Natalie stated that ‘WOMAD was for the people..”

Him: “…yeah the people who can afford it”

Cynical and true. It’s funny how a festival promoting changing the world, caring for the planet, humanity and all fauna alike is only privy to those with money – and it is mostly the people with a lot of money who are f*cking it up. But there are two ways to change the world; with the people, fighting hard and struggling hard from the ground up or educating yourself, making money, gaining status & position and fighting from the inside using capital as power like the arseholes do. If you can have both then that’s wonderful.

…Going for a wander I managed to catch Finnish Kimmo Pohjonen aka alternative accordion playing Viking. It was the most hypnotizing, mesmerizing yet freaky performance I had seen all festival. And by freaky I mean bizarre, amazing and unexpected…

…Involved in numerous musical and creative projects including accordion wrestling (??) this was him, a stool, an accordion and mood manipulating lights. He had the accordion making sounds I didn’t even know could be produced; electric drills, motorbike exhausts and creating sonic theatre music. It was dark, twisted and hallucinogenic, the kind of music that would go with those old German fairy tales that have sinister meanings. Awesome…

…A large crowd was already starting to form by the tiny Zoo stage and we managed to manoeuvre through to be somewhat near the front. The Barons of Tang had played two days before and word had spread like wildfire that they were a band to watch. Don’t know how out of control the first gig was but security was already positioned WITHIN the crowd and when they came out to thunderous applause they announced before playing; “We do not condone crowd surfing and The Barons of Tang have officially sold out”…

…The Barons of Tang are a gypsy death-core band of misfits who are aesthetically pleasing even before they start playing. All of them cut a different figure, four out of seven of them have semi-shaved heads and individual old school punk style, Jules the guitarist looks like he would be suited in Manu Chao’s band with his skinny frame and tumble mop of dreads and Aviva on the bass clarinet with a metallic turban and sensible attire looked like a snake charmer making up this eclectic group…

…Their music was a riotous mix of vaudeville gypsy, tango, rockabilly and punk rock. Julian on the double bass and Anna on the saxophone were powerfully energetic and captivating and when Annie came out from behind the percussion and sang lead vocals the crowd loved her. It was bedlam from the beginning, two songs in people were crowd surfing you just couldn’t control the crowd and when they had finished the set the loudest encore commenced up until the point where the compare was telling people to leave and getting plastic bottles thrown at her…

…With nothing else as good on and hoping for a different setlist, our prayers were answered when the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain kicked off another amazing performance this time catering for those who may have seen them previously and played Talking heads ‘Psycho Killer’, ‘Rock Around The Clock’, ‘Born This Way’, ‘Le Freak’, ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ and to my utter elation ‘Life On Mars’ again. Stupidly happy we finished the night, dancing to the deep, atmospheric trip-hop of DJ Krush.

Seriously, this amazing weekend of multi-cultural music, bare-feet frolicking, dreadlocks and fishermen’s pants galore was uber cool and a refreshing change from the cookie-cutter festivals. I know it’s a high price point but if you put away a dollar a day, it’ll totally be worth it I promise*.

So now you can imagine the f*cking awful time I had the next day going from WOMAD (and missing the last day) to Future Music Festival aka Bogans Gone Wild, that’s my next post and my words will not be kind.

P.S. Plus how can you beat a festival where I heard Bowie every single day?

*My review for The Mouth Adelaide interspersed with extra opinions

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“Love has come at last throw your sorrows in the past, dancing in the rain… Two feet in the sand we’re still finding Peter Pan, to make things stay the same”

Day number two at WOMADelaide.. today I had buddies =D not from the beginning and I thought I was destined to spend the next two days in an atmosphere of complete fun without people to share it with. Arriving semi-late in the afternoon and heading straight to the food court I had uncovered an unknown addiction to Mango Lassi. To substitute my morning coffee with something fruity is really alien, but new worlds were being uncovered.

…Second day in and I’m feeling a lot more blended into the crowd. But nearly every single girl aged 13 to 16 is wearing the same pair of printed harem pants, I’m wondering if they keep them in storage for the other 364 days of the year. It’s interesting to try to see who actually lives this lifestyle and who is just playing hippie dress-ups. Bit of a late start today with the first show I see being the Jay Hoad Band at 3pm, everybody is sitting down for this one and I think ‘cool, easy start to the day’…

…Jay being called a multi-instrumentalist is no overstatement as the announcer jokes that the roadie’s are sweating as they’ve had to sound check over 25 instruments. Starting with ‘Home is where the heart is’, this crowd aren’t shy with everyone jumping up second song in and getting into it. With Celtic, Latin, and reggae musical influences and so many instruments onstage it was a good, tight set…

I think WOMAD is fantastic in that it is one of the minimal festivals that encourage and incorporate kids into the music scene without the adults having to miss out on any fun. You expose young minds to fantastic music, exotic food and have them be in an environment that can educate, inspire creativity, promote divirsity and eliminate prejudice.

Though it is my idea of hell being at such an awesome place and having to stay in the kiddie corner

And yet you still had people complaining about the jacked up prices for using the ATM’s, don’t know about you but I’d rather pay Sea Shepherd than the banks.

THEM: “f*cking hell 4 f*cking dollars to take out cash”

ME: “At least your supporting something, seriously what can you buy of worth for 4 dollars these days?”

THEM: “……..(silence)……………. f*cking hell 4 f*cking dollars”

…Wandering off I manage to catch a little bit of passionate and raw West African singer Dobet Gnahore, who was tribal dancing in the most mesmerising way, her long braids swinging…

SUCCESS… standing in the mainly seated crowd, waiting for the next great act to come on I look to my left and I see a familiar face 50 feet away. With giddy excitement I rush over thinking if I waste anymore time they might run away and yes, I now belong to a small wolfpack of three.

…I didn’t know what to expect going to see the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain, but I didn’t expect pure awesomeness that’s for sure. All eight of them dressed nicely in standard orchestra attire, tiny little ukulele’s and a great, entertaining funny set of songs and puns. Glad to have company today my friend observed to my amusement that the Ukulele was a male dominated instrument with only two female members in the band. And you have to love a band that is cheeky enough to start the set with “hello New Zealand we are really happy to be here, we’ll be playing in Australia soon and they’re a really difficult crowd”. Songs like ‘Anarchy in the UK’, ‘Teenage Dirt bag’, the ‘Shaft’ theme song and ‘Life on Mars’ just sounded so cool on the Ukulele but hilarious at the same time. You just can’t take it seriously and they were having a lot of fun onstage. Dick Dale & The Deltones ‘Miserlou’ was absolutely AMAZING stripped down and played slow but beautifully and Ennio Morricone’s ‘The Good, The Bad & The Ugly’ was impressive. They had great harmonies and I think the Ukulele is in for a comeback, this is the second time I’ve been impressed by a Ukulele this year (GROUPLOVE was the first)…

Seriously loving this look…

..but honestly where do these boys hang out I have never seen anyone looking like this around Adelaide. Embroidered vest with nothing on underneath? I don’t know whether to take this seriously do people have a designated WOMADelaide section in their closet where they keep awesome pieces like this counting down until the next year?

…Jinja Safari were eager to please coming onstage to a mocked crowd from the announcer ‘So you guys must listen to Triple J, how many of you are over twenty?’ Small sound issues plagued the set, too much feedback coming through the speakers during ‘Moonchild’, Marcus’s mic not working sporadically throughout but it was still great being with all the under twenties and I am pretty sure I was witness to some boy’s first time on another’s shoulders from how overexcited he was, bless…

If I’m quiet honest they seemed a little bit out of their depth in the beginning. Although it was a good performance they seemed nervous, especially Marcus who repeated the same joke he told me when I interviewed him – didn’t flow as smoothly. I’ve heard their live gigs are something to behold but WOMAD left me disappointed. The only guy who seemed to let go and was extremely captivating was ‘Nugget’…

…this guy

…All the favourites were played ‘Hiccups’, ‘Peter Pan’, the sitar was brought out for ‘Scarecrow’ and Cameron joked with the crowd that he shouldn’t be playing the keytar at WOMAD. Alistair the percussionist was incredible the whole time, the most energetic out of the lot who climbed the speakers towards the end and gyrated like a man possessed, along with Cameron who did the same and tried to outdo him by climbing a tree, before changing his mind. Highlight was ‘Stepping Stones’ which had the most amazing vocal crescendo and you’ve gotta love a xylophone solo…

A moment chilling with good company and Tereré

…Dinner time was around six and probably the worst idea ever, as the lines were crazy. The shortest line got my vote and Lebanese food it was… again. The crowd was huge for Melbourne Ska Orchestra and ready and roaring to dance. The tiny stage was filled with a 26 piece ensemble including the energetic Nicky Bomba from John Butler Trio, young and old all had their shoes off, dancing joyously barefoot…

Notice anything?.. ^^^

Barefoot.. at last

…Paying homage to the Ska movement, Skatalites, British two-tone Madness and guaranteed crowd pleaser ‘A message to you’ by The Specials this was a super fun show. Looking around everyone was having a ball, a man with a beard so long it was dreading was Ska-ing and it felt great being in that energy. Nicky Bomba gave an impressive drum solo and singer Rebecca Ari a newbie on the singing scene came onstage to sing a few songs including ‘My Boy Lollipop’…

…Taking some time to chill out and have a smoke, rebel-fighter Malian band from the Western Sahara; Tinariwen were playing just the right groove when we re-joined the masses. Another band that have come from desperate situations, two of the band members couldn’t make it safely out of war-torn Mali to join the band on tour, stuck in refugee camps caught between the cross-fire of the ongoing battle between the Malian Army and the MLNA (Mouvement de Liberation National Azaward) rebels…

…The music was an extremely hypnotizing and a smooth electric blues, really influenced by their Touareg nomadic culture, the intoxicating tende drumming throughout was powerful as the lonely four dressed in traditional covered dress played on. Two members from the French band Lo’Jo came onstage for a few songs in amazing showmanship and joined the band filling in for the moncord violin and banging on percussion. What made me laugh was one of the Lo’Jo members had thrown a large silver scarf around his neck in an effort to blend in. It was a mesmerizing and beautiful performance…

…Trip Hop UK legend Bonobo had a massive crowd and this was the only time over the weekend where the crowd was annoyingly pushy. It’s funny though how used to rudeness we are when we go to festivals, it’s only coming to WOMAD and (here comes the inner hippie) that you realise it doesn’t have to be that way. WOMAD has ruined me…

…This was also one of the most extreme encores and cheers at the end of a set. Bonobo had his signature set-up of electronics with a live band and he had brought along singer songwriter Andreya Triana (who contributed many songs on Bonobo’s Black Sands album) which the set just wouldn’t have been the same without supplying her amazing vocals. It was also her last performance with Bonobo and she took out her camera, taking a picture of the cheering crowd…

…To try and explain the magnificence and utter insanity of the Dirty Three’s front man and violinist extraordinaire Warren Ellis is impossible in one paragraph. Because I could fill that with all the insane yet profound wisdom* that he shared onstage like;

  • “This song is about that feeling you get like if God was farting in your stomach and lighting it”

  • “Have fun, one day the bread baskets will be empty so make the most of it”

  • “You blow my mind… there is hope in the youth, ladies and gentlemen”

And my personal favourite; ‘‘When the moon is chilly like this, take your clothes off and start making babies, we’d love to watch just bear with us if we have technical problems… and please dance”.

…If Meatloaf is Rock Opera than Dirty Three is Rock Symphony, correction; psychedelic-punk-rock-symphony. People like to call them folk-rock but that would be purely because they have a violin in the band, they played about six songs the entire hour and a half set each one was intense and experimental with epic violin, drum and piano solos throughout, to put it into perspective Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Free bird’ just doesn’t compare. Their music is so powerful and so transcendent(ly awesome) you could tell who was high or stoned as the crowd was full when the gig started and then people just started dropping off because it was so penetrating and full-on…

The following photos are blurry and raw and totally describe (visually) the vibe, the intensity, the ferocious movement and vivacity of his performance. Plus it’s as blurry as everything was to me at that exact point in time and so freaking fantastic.

…Minds were literally being blown, I actually had to turn away a few times and focus on something else for a few minutes to cope with what I was feeling, all my senses being assaulted at once. Dirty Three are the coolest thing I have ever seen, Ellis playing the violin with veracious and ferocious alegria, rocking the guitar power-stance violin style, side kicking sporadically, so bad ass, so punk-rock!…

…To take a classical instrument and truly make amazing rock-symphony music he was like Beethoven’s great-great-great-great-great- punk-rocker grandson thrusting his thin frame forwards, head thrown back shaking his long hair, long beard and arms flailing, getting off on the music. HE PLAYED THE VIOLIN WITH HIS TEETH!!…

And this was that glorious moment ^^^^^^^ … this guy is the don!

…Their music certainly isn’t for everyone but if you get the chance to see them live and take in Ellis’s crazy/genius/… you’ll be stepping into the rabbit hole…

Hilariously juvenile, big Cheshire cat smiling everytime I heard them shout out “LSD for Jim, Extra strong LSD for Margot”

…To finish the night – our minds completely blown – we all got Chai Lattes to try and regain our sanity and chill out.

Bring on Sunday.

*The Wisdom of Warren Ellis – “if Oprah and Bono gave all their money there would be no poor”, “Share the love, but not in the hippie way, but spread it around”, “A lake… with no water… the swans” (!!??), “I’ve been a boil on Gina Rinehart’s bum and this song is about being in places weirder than that”            

I’ve never been so in love with a festival before        

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“ahhhhhHHHHHHHHH FREAK OUT..do,do,do,dododo.. Le freak c’est chic”

Well this is going to be a big one. So I hope you’ve gone to the bathroom, made yourself a coffee and are propped up well by some cushions or something. This is day one of WOMADelaide and the amazing night I had.. this post has excerpts from my original review with some extra personal opinions that I couldn’t include into The Mouth:

I cried. Yes, I cried. First night in, totally unprepared for the possibility that at some point in the evening I would be moved to tears and completely overwhelmed. From a group that I had never heard of, never listened to their music but have now made me see the world differently. But I’m jumping ahead here let’s start from the beginning…

… I love this.

…After work I get to Botanic park feeling extremely overdressed, mental note for tomorrow; tie dye, tribal print or hammer pants is a must, shoes are optional. Arriving just on time for the first major performers, I follow the hypnotic sound of rhythmic, African tribal drumming and singing. I am a sucker for ethnic percussion, African, Latin, Turkish, whatever I’m like a rat to the pied piper. Looking around this is an Adelaide that you rarely ever see, a huge collective of people young and old; hippie’s, long hair, beards, faded tattoos, dreadlocks, lovers groping, men in skirts, young girls hugging and loving life, Bindi’s on their head, fringing, tie-dye, crochet and real vintage band shirts. God dammit now I really want to go home and change. Reaching the stage the Master Drummers of Burundi looked glorious clothed in green and red…

This one’s obviously not enjoying this as much as I am.

…not an ounce of fat on them banging on the large hand-carved Karyenda drums, swaying and singing. It is an amazing, constant rhythmic and hammering beat, with over 15 men alternating and take it in turns rotating without interruption. To rest, but also to dance around, jumping, leaping and kicking in the air. It is amazing to watch and looks so liberating, so free, I want to join in…