Month: February 2004

There may be cause to lament the passing of the Electelane of old, the minimal instrumental 60s-psychedelia grrrl post-rock force of their driving debut ‘Rock It To The Moon’. That Electrelane it seems is dead. But then you’d suppose once you’ve made it to the moon, there’s little point just turning around and going home for the anti-climax, is there. What they’ve used it for is a new plateau to launch themselves from, and launch they have. In several directions. Continue Reading

Heaven knows what the Sunday Times was listening to, let alone thinking when they wrote that The Feature’s Matt Pelham was a ‘vocal hybrid of Pete Shelley, Jilted John and Jarvis Cocker’. They certainly weren’t listening to this record, that’s for sure. So let’s make amends. What you have here, ladies and gentlemen, is in fact more in the way of the lightly frazzled rock we’ve come to expect from the psychedelic overtures of The Flaming Lips, The Polyphonic Spree, Continue Reading

They might overplay the turn of the century plantation costume drama, complete with corsets and explorations of sanitized slave cabins but eleven years old Rasputina haven’t half breathed new life into gothic-rock. True, they might wield cellos rather than guitars but beneath the petticoats and behind the velvet curtains there beats a dark ,dark heart of purist sulphur. Formed in 1991 by Melora Creager (cellist for hire to Nirvana, Marilyn Manson, Porno For Pyros, Belle & Sebastian, Bob Mould and Continue Reading

‘Gunnamatta’ is a long surf beach on the Mornington Peninsula in Victoria that can get pretty ‘wild and rippy’ on occasions. There are sharks there too, apparently. I say this not because it’s the title of the opening track on the album – although it is – I say it because it’s a perfect indication of the unspoiled languor of the album. Too laid back for some, I imagine. But if you wriggle yourself free of all that sweaty, punky Continue Reading