HEAR is the enema your iTunes needs. Bringing you the most thought-provoking and up-to-date music reviews this side of Lester Bangs, HEAR sifts through the ever growing mountain of press releases and promos to only feature albums, EPs, LPs and mixes that we want to, not that we have to. Also, we try and make things make sense in 200 words or less so that you can just listen to the music.
Lil Wayne may be one of the most misunderstood artists of our generation. Sure, he is fun, and hilarious, and definitely mad as a brush, but he is also a genius. It is as if he is actually blind, and instead of having heightened other senses, it all went straight into his rapping.Or maybe he has autism and is the rap world's equivalent to Rainman.
Harry Nilsson. This guy. This guy is fantastic. If you've never seen the cover of Nilsson Schmilsson, your eyes would harbour some deep regret if you happened to die today.
And your ears probably secretly resent you already.
The Point! is a lesser known (and somehow marginally weirder) Nilsson record that was originally penned as a soundtrack to a childrens' musical with the voice of Ringo Starr.
It's always a bit weird when two different corners of your music taste collide. Like when your old high school friends crash your 25th birthday party it can be awkward and unnerving to see if two separate worlds can...mesh.
That's pretty much how I felt when Swedish Shangri-La esque songstress El Perro Del Mar (aka Sarah Assbring) was getting Rasmus Hagg, the guy from Studio (nu-Balearic funk duo) to produce her latest mini-album Love is Not Pop.
Do you ever go completely OCD on a particular album or worst still, just one song? You play it over and over until you fear you'll outgrow it like a favourite childhood t-shirt. 'Ordinary' on Red Rider's long-awaited second album is that well-worn t-shirt, but I refuse to give it up. I like to wear it to bed.
Have you ever had to interview someone before? It makes me nervous. When I spoke to Bradford Cox from Deerhunter I was freaking the fuck out. My arse was sweating and I needed to pee real bad all the time. Don't ask me why, I can't help it. I just get really nervous. Anyway, so I'm sitting there with my little notepad of questions and Bradford calls me.
I've always hated birds. Magpies always swoop me and Ibis always look at me funny. The only way I could like any bird was to imagine them as little Coles roast chickens running around. I never understood why people had them as pets, until now.
Waking up the other morning, after yet another big night on the slippery slide, I looked out my window - the sky was blue and there was no traffic to be heard.
The first noticeable thing about the Black Lips' newest album, 200 Million Thousand, is that it is missing something. It's missing all the stupid antics that made them the idols of every Jackass watching teenager. It seems that these guys might have finally calmed the fuck down and realised nobody actually wants to see them piss into their own mouths and then spit it on the crowd; we only want to read about those things in an album review.
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