With so many amazing local acts at our fingertips, we scrounge the interwebs, our own inbox's and gig-guide to bring you a stack of artists we think you should catch live this week(end). All well priced, all playing at awesome local live music venues and all worth the experience. Enjoy!
YOU AM I
Although they’re by no means up-and-comers, You Am I aren’t dwellers in nostalgia. The band’s return to the Melbourne live music scene – which could be considered their hometown – falls on the same day as pre-orders for their 10th album Porridge & Hotsauce become available. Going off the strength and by-degrees progression of their previous two LPs, the prospect of new music inspires a genuine hunger.
Paddy synths and wispy vocals are a very-2015 way of expressing sensitive sensuality. Porsches implementation of rhythmic melodic motifs and driving bass grooves further extend a feel-good, hands-off invitation to the dancefloor.
Most people upwards of three years older than 18 are very mistrustful of anything 18 years olds are doing. It’s easy to forget that first year of legality is a time of immense curiosity and fast-learning. No surprise then that 18-year-old Brisbanite Golden Vessel is capable of producing deft chilltronica and luring in some noteworthy guest vocalists.
Ethereal-electro-world music rarely gets a nod in discussions about this country’s thriving underground movements. OK, perhaps it’s never been a movement, but since the early years of this century Melbourne’s Dandelion Wine have situated themselves in that niche, combining lutes and dulcimers with driving synth basses and medieval melodies.
Drunk Mums are rolling around the nation in support of their second full-length Gone Troppo. The garage rock caper can be a mighty fickle pursuit, and Drunk Mums’ reputation as hard-partying enfant terribles suggested their time might be limited. But they’re still kickin’, and the new record’s lead single ‘Pub On My Own’ is an indication of the sort of sobering tales they’ve got to share.
Perth folky bloke David Craft doesn’t restrict himself to the traditional roots. His vocal swagger’s not too many degrees removed from Iggy Pop, only he keeps it contained, and his use repetition and psychedelic swirls suggests Kurt Vile’s made it onto the stereo once or twice. It makes for pretty pleasant listening, all up.
Hobart’s PCM (or Peter Charles Macpherson) makes you want to give rock’n’roll a red-hot go. The inherent limitations to scuzzy garage rock notwithstanding, Macpherson’s music is subtly subversive and openly hideous, but also strangely sweet. And he sounds like he could care less what you think.
ST MORRIS SINNERS
Someone in the St Morris Sinners ranks is a budding novelist. The Adelaide band’s songs are loaded with intriguing narrative details that make you want to press pause and properly visualise the no-good outlaws being depicted. However, their stomping blues rock – more Mississippi Delta than ZZ Top – rollicks forward with such intoxicated fervour that you’d be a fool to stand in its way.
Abbe May has been kicking around for many a year. Not oblivious to the whims of the music world, no doubt, but nevertheless not moved to remodel herself so as to match whatever’s most popular. The Perth songwriter makes rock music with an obscurest tilt, tempered by her clean melodic gift. She does a bloody god job at it too.
KIRIN J CALLINAN
Recognised at first for his ability to summon a whole world of ridiculous noise out of his Duesenberg guitar, in the past few years Kirin J Callinan has established himself as an idiosyncratic songwriter and peerless live entertainer. He makes ugly music, he makes violent music, he makes sexy music and he makes romantic music. His live shows portray all of these disparate aspects, but his podium straddling presence makes it all click.