Trading the green and Guinness on St Patricks Day for a Japanese funk/soul/jazz band may seem like a daring decision, but one that I can safely say I do not regret. This particular night was at Howler, as part of…
After Melbourne had brought out the slightly crappy winter preview for a few days, I was feeling a bit wary of the likelihood of an open air concert at CERES. Mother Nature was on the side of the Brunswick Music…
Saturday night = dancing. Especially when it’s a whole night of the amazing music from the Woohoo Revue supported by the equally great Willie Wagtails and Galata Express – brass, babes, and big bold Balkan tunes (with a hint of lots…
Hoop earrings, check! Glow sticks, check!! Reebok high tops, check!!! White denim, check!!!! I ticked off most of my mental list of 90s fashion must haves before I’d even crossed the foyer of Trak. Obviously I’m not the only one excited…
It’s not often that you get to be in the presence of a living legend. But that’s exactly what happened at Sheila Kay Adams’ show at the Brunswick Music Festival. The Appalachian singer and storyteller showed the audience why she’s…
After two nights of hectic, hectic folk music, I was looking forward to the slower storytelling ways of Spiro and their support Bush Gothic – and I wasn’t disappointed. Bush Gothic are one entity split between three bodies, that’s the only…
Continuing the Brunswick Music Festival’s skill of giving a stage to all the great international acts in town, Wednesday night, also known as St Patrick’s day eve, was a night for the Irish to show what they had. And they…
The Brunswick Music Festival is a perfectly timed extravaganza, falling right after Port Fairy Folk Festival, and allowing the opportunity to nab all the great musos in town already. It also allows people like me, who don’t quite manage the trek…
Milk! Records Good For You was very good for me. I could leave it at that, the simplest, bluntest review of all time, but instead I’ll elaborate a little. I wandered into the Sunday night Howler gig in a bit of a daze;…
I left Bird’s Basement feeling cool. No, not just cool – classy. I could add guilty to my tab too. I made a lot of enemies among the other writers at The Plus Ones for scoring tickets to write about our…