Right, well, it may as well be laid out now that this is a rave review. I’m throwing in the introductory paragraph towel, I’m afraid. No introductory paragraph towel could really do any kind of adequate mopping of the sweat on the superior brow of this gig, so I’m casting it aside as the useless bit of literary scaffolding it is and replacing it with a premature conclusion: Steve Smyth is fucking terrific. Go see him. Go. Go. Go.
Right, well, it may as well be laid out now that this is a rave review. I’m throwing in the introductory paragraph towel, I’m afraid. No introductory paragraph towel could really do any kind of adequate mopping of the sweat on the superior brow of this gig, so I’m casting it aside as the useless bit of literary scaffolding it is and replacing it with a premature conclusion: Steve Smyth is fucking terrific. Go see him. Go. Go. Go. But if you can’t drop everything and go right now I guess we can rewind this ole VHS of a rave review for Steve Smyth and accompanying drummer Brock Fitzgerald (of Wolf and Cub repute) – rewind back…
The Railway Club is filling fast well before the support act starts for Tuba Skinny’s sold out gig, brought to Darwin by popular live music importers NOOK. The evening is one that brings to mind all the similarities between Darwin and New Orleans – the hot sticky climate, fried food, Tracy and Katrina, and the undeniable vein of displacement and poverty running thick through the social strata.
There are several excellent S.L.A.M day events happening across Darwin today, suitable compensation for the fact that the long overdue monsoon - only just begun to shower relief over the Top End - has been “stolen” yet again by a large low (now going by 'Cyclone Rusty') over Western Australia. Punters have a choice of catching a local band or two at a few venues, most notably the Darwin Entertainment Centre (DEC) which has temporarily converted its balcony bar into a balmy outdoor venue for some three or four hours of local live music.
Playing to a (fairly adoring) home crowd, Darwin’s Green Stone Garden are back on stage for their first gig of the year, fresh from the studio and channeling a new sound. Most importantly, they come armed with some much anticipated new songs, including 'The Island', pegged to be the single when the EP North is released later this year.
Pictured: The Presets.
The Presets played at Discovery Nightclub in Darwin on Sunday night. Elise Derwin was there to snap the first big act in the Top End for 2013.
It’s a casual sit-down affair at The Rails on Thursday evening, candle-lit, except for those dastardly flashing fairy lights.
Tonight at the hot and sweaty Railway Club, tracks like ‘Deep Heat’, ‘Suffocated’ and ‘Fever’ all seem really appropriate. A layered, deep and funky house party album, Deep Heat is rife with glam-rock references, endearing rock star affectation plus a little bit of reggae. It's a total and planned departure, Oh Mercy frontman Alex Gow says, from the guitar-driven pop and autobiographically personal songs from the previous two albums.
The balmy late-September air fills Darwin’s stalwart live music venue, the Railway Club, as it one again goes through an on-again, off-again relationship with its air conditioning. Instead, a small upright fan does what it can.
Jack (Mark Duplass) is mourning the loss of his brother. After a mild implosion at a memorial ceremony, his best friend, also his brother’s ex, Iris (Emily Blunt) orders him to some alone time in her father’s cabin in the wintery woods on an Island off Washington State.
Winner of the Cannes Grand Prix, Once Upon a Time in Anatolia follows the overnight and early morning journey through the wind-swept Anatolian steppes of a group of forensic and law enforcement officers along with two murder suspects in search of a body they buried, but can’t remember where. It’s a long night, and as they drive from place to place, the wretchedness of the situation – for all of them – mounts, and tempers begin to unravel.
Kerouac’s classic Beat-generation manifesto On The Road transforms to the big screen in all its pulsing, joyful free-wheeling madness, complete with crazy cats, hustlers, junkies, and poets.
Set in South Africa, Beauty is a sombre meditation on masculinity and sexuality. François (Deon Lotz) is an Afrikaanner family man, who, at the film’s opening is celebrating his daughter’s wedding. He is affluent, ordinary, respected and liked. But, as suggested by the film’s opening shot – a long-angle zoom, ever so slowly drawing in on the young son of a family friend, Christian (Charlie Keegan) – there is a darker side to this man.