Larry, our illustrious editor-in-chief (hallowed be thy name) has decreed an expansion of the pages of theAUreview to cover all arts. The blog on the Sydney Fringe Festival is the first step into this territory, but it needn't be such a channel change. 

Sometimes you see a band and while you dig it there's one thing that makes want to check them out again. Over a year ago I saw a band called Grimm Love and the stand out thing for me was guitarist Nat Moss. She has a peculiar way of bending stings that gives me shivers, the song 'Needles' that she sung in the set was by far the stand out.

Walking through Surry Hills on Saturday I was struck by familiar artwork in the window of Mils Gallery.

Already familiar with the Oxford Art Factory's typical debauched state, the idea of a book reading here conjured thoughts of drunken sea shanty prose being read to a dirty guitar backing; flagon in hand DBC Piere reciting verse to the cheers of the crowd as Gareth Liddiard strummed away...