Ear Candy 2022.08 – Tim Minchin in Byron Woolies

Dude, I’m so over this
The ups and downs, strikes and gutters
Let’s just go bowling
I’m out of my element

DOMi & JD BECK

If you’d asked me in January 2020 whether I wanted to go to a music festival, I’d have probably said no. But in the midst of my first lockdown Splendour in the Grass 2020 was cancelled – and suddenly it seemed a great idea to snap up a ticket to the postponed event in July 2021. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that right?

July 2021 was cancelled, and became November 2021, which in turn was cancelled and became July 2022.

So after two years of pandemic cancellations it finally arrived, but with a day to go, 2022’s other villain (rain) tapped into the ring ready to put plans in a headlock. We rolled into Byron on Thursday thinking gumboots and a raincoat would suffice. It did not. Friday was cancelled and we descended into town to sink some consolation beers at the pub. Try as we might, we couldn’t lift the mood. As the sun set, news came through that Sofi Tukker were going to make an appearance at the establishment in which we were planted. They managed to lift the mood, but we still started day two struggling to feel any buzz of excitement.

Saturday was a mess. The festival went ahead, so that was a win – but it took so long to get in there that we were only getting our bearings at 4:30 in the afternoon (whilst still dealing with dark clouds and light rain). We lined up for a long time to be met with mid-strength Captain Morgan with watermelon and coconut. Watermelon and coconut? Oh, sorry, did you want flavour? At Drink Mixer High School these two flavours played chess with each other at lunch time. These drinks were clearly made to discourage drinking. It was impossible to get a buzz, and the lines for food were even worse. Then, Violent Soho took to the stage and it seemed the day could turn around. But by the time The Strokes came on, you could feel the crowd were tired – and sober. And the three hour ordeal getting back to Byron from midnight capped it off.

Sunday lived up to its name and brought the sunshine. With the sun out, trudging around in mud was a novelty rather than a pain. Sunday made the whole experience worth it. We found a place serving normal drinks, mingled with crowds who were equally buzzed and excited, saw some great music and experienced the feeling we’d been craving for over two years. The only catch – thanks to the bus ordeal on Saturday we left early and missed Tyler. It was a shame, but preferable to spending another three hours trying to get out of there.

And I managed to catch Gorillaz at their Sydney gig to make up for Friday – who were fantastic as always. They were so good that I was left with a sense of melancholy that they hadn’t been able to take to the stage at Splendour. They would have commanded that enormous space.

And I still haven’t had covid.

Random other thoughts:

  • The Strokes were solid as ever. I felt bad for them that the crowd were tired and grouchy (understandably). I suspect they cut their set short as a result. They brought their A-game regardless.
  • Glass Animals (aka Milhouse and friends) have such a great body of songs. Every song is catchy as hell. But they really didn’t fit on that stage. When Dave Bayley said that it was the biggest crowd they’d ever played to, I was not surprised. The stage presence and sound was small. Seriously, Tokyo Drifting is a thumping track which should have ripped a layer of skin from everyone on the hill – and it had all the presence of a dude on the train playing music from his phone.
  • Pond are really underrated and really helped in turning the mood around on Sunday.
  • Grinspoon were a real surprise. I’d long dismissed them as daggy Gen-X dudes that my brother was into. They were tight as hell, and with some distance it was possible to assess their body of songs with perspective. Fantastic stuff.
  • Duke Dumont was a real surprise too. I had little idea what to expect. To be honest I was only really familiar with Red Light Green Light but I loved every moment. Very much in the vein of The Chemical Brothers. Lasers, lights, thumping beats and repeated phrases – very easy to fall into a trance.
  • We probably saw about 10% of what we’d planned.
  • Tim Minchin was seen …in Woolies. That is all.

Ear Candy 2022.07 – Neighbours

If you’re waiting for a hug you might want to pack a lunch

Robert FIelding

This month is all about Neighbours – the one next door you love bumping into for a chat, the one above that wakes you in the night screaming for help (all worked out well), and the desk neighbour in the office who lingers around seemingly unable to take a hint.

The last month has been a bit of a struggle finding new music to grab my attention, but there’s still plenty in here I am vibing with. P.E. remind me a lot of YACHT. The rest of the album is worth a spin. As is the album Excess from Automatic. Tobacco‘s take on Hungry Eyes has been a favourite for some time. It really brings out the creepier nature of the original’s lyrics.

July brings the return of international live music in its biggest way since 2020. The last gig I attended was The Strokes bringing in that fateful year during New Years Eve in Brooklyn. It’s only fitting that I see them again as one of my first concerts after all this mess.

Ear Candy 2022.06 – Hope Springs Eternal

Fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell the wind of a changing heart

Leila Jeffreys

That old election thing is finally over and suddenly the future seems brighter. Easily the most satisfying and pleasing result I have witnessed in my life. It felt like the power was finally shifting generations. The schadenfreude of watching grubby seat-warmers fall one by one. The fremdschämen of watching legacy media collectively lose their minds, unable to comprehend what was happening (obvious to anyone who had paid attention).

Anyway, here’s the music! A couple of old classics – opening with the rising sun and closing with it fading into winter. Kikagaku Moyo has been such a delightfully bizarre find. Their album Kumoyo Island is well worth a listen. Chem Bath is a bit of Unknown Mortal Orchestra-meets-MGMT, and I love it. Egyptian Cadilliac will stick in your head, as will the relentless drums in Welcome To Hell. Crank it up loud, Australia.

Ear Candy 2022.05 – Waiting with Baseball Bats

Helga Stentzel

But we held on for the dream
Through lonely times indeed
We’re not the only ones
Gazing towards the horizon
The look in your eyes
Says the best is to come

“There’s nothing we could have done to prevent these bad things happening to the economy! Only we can be trusted to prevent bad things like this happening to the economy!”

Australians generally disengage themselves from politics for the most part. Even myself – despite it being something I do pay attention to – I really don’t think it makes for good conversation (even with people who agree with me). So I happen to be fond of the levelling effect of this disengagement, and the default position being to despise all politicians. It can be frustrating at times when people are unaware, but it is far more preferable than the hyper-engagement of the US where society divides itself into teams not too dissimilar to blind religious devoition.

But it’s been very telling how on-the-nose this lot are by the amount of people openly talking about how much they loathe them.

So putting that aside, I’ve never been as keen to see the back of a government as now. Two more weeks and we will finally be rid of that lazy, slimy, smirking, cosplaying, carnival-barking prick.

The Government is in its death spiral now. Prime Minister and sentient turd Scott Morrison is circling the porcelain bowl as Australians prepare to flush his incompetent, corrupt and useless government from office. A cavalcade of incoherent alcoholics, grubby sex pests and religious nutjobs are now on the cusp of irrelevance.

Unfortunately we won’t be rid of the infantile Australian media which seems to be stacked with the same kind of upward-failures as the government – a bunch of children seemingly having won their jobs from a coupon at the bottom of a cereal box, regurgitating government bullshit without scrutiny, and acting like they’re still trying to win the debating competition in the snooty private school at which their lives peaked. I only hope that broader society is seeing through the self-indulgent narcissism of these journos and understands that their true motivations are far from pure. It appears to me that some simply ended up in their current job as a consolation prize for missing out on a spot on Married at First Sight.

Pro tip: If you already know the answer to a question prior to asking, then it’s not a question worth asking.

Anyway, music! There’s some crackers in this month. That new King Gizz album is the soundtrack to my regular lunch bike rides around Centennial Park this month (love that cover artwork too); Concrete Over Water is just incredible; loving that subtle slide guitar in Scared of Heights; I’ve thrown in a couple of classics dedicated to Scotty; and even though I’m largely long over Flume now, I couldn’t pass on the combination with birdsong and Albarn.

Helga Stentzel

Ear Candy 2022.04 – Right Twice a Day

A crowd of people is gathering outside
And me I’m just not ready to say goodbye

Robert Bowers

Christ, this rain. What a hectic month of work and rain and rain and work. But as of this moment, both have eased. There wasn’t much time for tunes in past month, but somehow I’ve managed to cobble something decent together. There’s a bit of an international flavour to this one.

Ear Candy 2022.03 – Bruise My Brain in the Pouring Rain

Takaya Katsuragawa

Radio singing from the corner of the kitchen
I got the oven on, I got the onions wishing
They hadn’t made me cry, filling the sink with dishes
Letting them air dry, waiting for the wind’s permission

Somehow, summer is over despite feeling like it never really started – stolen by La Nina and Omicron. And we continue to live through history. In the scheme of things, I’m certainly very fortunate when I have the capacity to be pissed off by weather (especially when that very weather is a catastrophic problem in other parts of the country).

As for the tunes – Animal Collective dropped their best album since 2009’s Merriweather Post Pavilion. Solid from start to end. SASAMI’s full album is worth a listen too.

Ravyn Lenae & Steve Lacy and Neil Frances bring some tight, thumping, sexy as fuck tracks which inspired me to add a Prince classic as well. It just felt right.

Kurt Vile returns in fine form with the psychedelic Like Exploding Stones which will have you melting into the floor. One of the nicest dudes around too. Last time he played Vancouver I met him wandering a street in West End prior to the gig, looking for the cafe I had just left. I couldn’t muster any more than “looking forward to the gig tonight” and he seemed genuinely chuffed.

And Big Thief continue to bring pure bliss. They’re right up the top of my list of artists I need to see when they (hopefully) make it to our shores.

Ear Candy 2022.02 – La Niña con La Tos Picante

Hey, I am feeling lucky now
As we melt into the couch
And I think it’s going to rain again today

And I think I’ve lost my mind
Spending all this time inside
Now my body’s gone to shit but I feel fine

Paul White

Songs of a steamy summer of improvised lockdown. Drinking a Dark & Stormy as the day transforms itself to match your cocktail. La Niña’s clouds roll in at the end of humid days spent alone.

The hospitals are full and the supermarket shelves are empty.

Everything is fine for a moment during those post-work swims.

Everything is simple ’til it’s not

2021: Perhaps The Most Useless Year of My Life

A year characterised by a lot of walking loops around the neighbourhood

2020 was a real shit of a year. Dealing with Covid, lockdowns, and the immense stress of trying to move back home. The fear of disease, and the fear of being locked out of my home country left me with some form of mild PTSD in the early stages of this year. But even amongst all that bullshit, I achieved the monumental task of getting home, and I squeezed in a couple of epic road trips in Alberta and Western Australia along the way.

2021 was a year of nothing. It was a whole lot less stressful, but also a lot emptier. Bereft of achievement, life progress having been kneecapped by the same culprit time and time again.

It was a year of being paralysed. Half of the year was consumed by official lockdowns, the other half by a self-imposed semi-lockdown. Two years into this, I’m now having to choose between a social life or a family life. The fear remains that you can’t take up new hobbies, meet new people, go for a beer or go to the gym without killing your parents weeks later.

It wasn’t all doom and gloom. I finally got back into making tunes again. I hope to have something original to share in 2022, but until it’s a little more polished here’s a cover I punched out when I was learning

Until two weeks ago, I hadn’t actually known anyone who’d gotten Covid personally. I now know one, and I suspect that will increase rapidly in the weeks ahead. Best case scenario, this is the “ripping the band-aid off” of the pandemic and this time next year it’s behind us (as is this government and the corrupt lazy fuck at the top). Fingers crossed!

I did purchase a vacuum cleaner for the first time this year. I think that just about sums it up.

Top music and shows for the year below…

Music

My year end playlist, comprised of songs which all landed in my top fifty plays, and which were released after December 2020 – chosen for play count, as well as thematic content and musical range.

Most played song was Alien Crime Lord, by a long way. Awaiting a new album from The Voidz, I also gave their back-catalogue a lot of attention.

Streams

I didn’t catch a lot of movies this year, but Dune wins regardless. My first (and only) trip to a theatre in two years was worth the wait.

The White Lotus was my favourite series for the year.

I Think You Should Leave with Tim Robinson (Season 2) kept me laughing, as did It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia (Season 15) – which was also far more brilliant than a show should be fifteen seasons into its life.

Ear Candy 2021.11 – Novembrrr

Cinta Vidal

This weather is bullshit. It’s mid November, lockdown is over and I’m finally ready to start my year and squeeze what I can out of the remaining weeks. But it’s also way too fucking cold and rainy, so I guess we’ll just ride this one out and try again in 22.

Here’s my last playlist for the year, featuring some lazy early summer tunes – plenty of fresh finds, a couple of old classics to match the mood, and a Christmas tune to round it out.

Ear candy returns in February on the other side of silly season.

Ear Candy 2021.10 – Pretty Songs

Lacatusu Andrei makes some sweet dystopian art

Nevermind turned thirty in the last week. I was eight years old when it was released, and so can’t claim to have been all over it at the time. I do distinctly remember a school dance in Year 7 when Smells Like Teen Spirit played and clearly that stuck with me for a reason, but largely I didn’t really appreciate Nirvana until ten years after their day.

I recently watched Woodstock 99, a HBO documentary exploring the disastrous music festival, where the 1990s died at the hands of Fred Durst, a lot of angry young men, and corporate exploitation.

The 90s started off with a cultural bang of creative energy and by the time the decade ended it felt like everyone had played a game of telephone and spat out an entirely different violent and misogynistic message at the end. I’ve added In Bloom to this month’s playlist, since it basically predicted this very situation.

But aside from all of the above, I was reminded of how bizarrely walled off and tribal Gen-X music goers were from one another – attaching a fierce cultural identity to their taste in music. The attitude of “if you listen to something from the sixties, you suck” or “if you like a top forty artist, then I hate you as I hate them” and the passive-aggressive “I like music which uses real instruments”. It’s a curious attitude which still seems to persist to this day in many of the generation above me.

I can’t help but wonder if these same types have now attached a political cultural identity along the same lines.

Lockdown is over in just a few days. Here’s some tunes!