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The tour is almost over and the verdicts are in following a re-tooling of the line-up with the controversial omission of guitarist Chris Masuak. We present divergent views of the sold-out Australian run of Radio Birdman shows.
Go here to read an appraisal of the Adelaide gig by Robert Brokenmouth and here to read Edwin Garland's read-out on the band's two Melbourne gigs. You can leave comments on both reviews. Photos are by Emmy Etie and Kyleigh Pitcher.
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The cover - taken by Lydia Lunch - shows the ruins of an ancient desert city. Could be Jericho. Whether Jericho is in the Mid-East or the West of the USA makes little difference. We’re dealing with perennial humanity in a perilous place with a mythological backdrop. But, you know, the Israelis and the Palestinians are still killing each other, and as I say, it’s a big thing on a big, operatic stage with no solution and no apparent beginning, never mind end…
… and there are plenty of abandoned towns in Australia… it doesn’t take much, just a bit of intolerance and a bit of ignorance, and idealism for a hopeless, not very sensible cause…
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If one of those great, booze-soaked rock and roll weekends like Garage Shock or the Las Vegas Shakedown were still a going concern (correct me if I'm wrong and one of them still is ) the Bloody Hollies would have been one of those bands that came in unheralded, blew everyone away and sold a ton at the merch table. And anyone who picked this album up would have been plenty satisfied 'cos it's 30 minutes of fire-breathin' punk fury.
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The Molly Fet Circuit Live am Brutto Kaiserbeller, Koln, Mai 2026 – The Molly Fet Circuit (Tripe House)
Call it a wild theory, but the deinstitutionalisation of mental health care in Australia that transitioned psychiatric care out of large, isolated asylums and into community-based settings has been a shot-in-the-arm for live music in many places. Adelaide’s Molly Fet Circuit is a prime example.
This is not an official release. It’s a bootleg. So the band is at pains to state. Well, one of the members, Robert Brokenmouth. He’s the vocalist (term used loosely) so you’d expect him to say stuff. He says he’s very annoyed. He writes for us so you better believe him.
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The Lipstick Killers Present The Shining Stone: A Rock Opera By Mark Taylor and Peter Tillman – Mark Taylor and Peter Tillman (Appointment/Pink Flamingo)
The label on the packet does not lie. It says “Rock Opera” - so you can’t say you haven’t been warned.
If you have to ask who Mark Taylor and Peter Tillman are, you’re in the wrong place. Their old band, the Lipstick Killers, was a force of nature in a febrile Sydney underground music scene at the turn of the ‘70s. Arising from the ashes of Filth (Tillman) and Psychosurgeons (Taylor), they wedded sharp humour to high energy music, running aground amid an ill-fated re-location to Los Angeles.
All-too-brief returns down the years did not nothing to erode their reputation as torchbearers for glam punk rock folded back into its ‘60s roots and sprinkled with bathos, pathos and a little glitter. The principal members’ materialisation in Sydney with Dr Stone in the early ‘90s just put a psychedelic acid punk cherry on top.
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Customs & Rituals Of... - The Taps of the Holy Trinity (Fenny Compton)
To me, the world is full of folks who think the letter of the law is more important than why the law was conceived, and why the letter of the law can and should be turfed if it's obvious, the reason for the law is being distorted. Same goes for guitar nerds and also those people who seem to think that dexterity and cleverness makes a great song. It fucking doesn't. Nor do all those sound alike bands on streaming networks.
Just because I love The New York Dolls no, it does not mean I love Aerosmith. Or the local pub equivalent. Because I love a particular band does not mean I will love the cover version.
I recently paid for, and saw, 17 minutes of Lydia Lunch's Suicide tribute - and left because I really wasn't enjoying it. In fact, I found the whole thing trite, lite, and boring. The actual band, at any point in its lopsided trajectory, wasvsimply a force of nature but this was like watching The Wiggles do a Suicide matinee (and, to be completely honest, as I was walking out I realised I probably would have enjoyed a Wiggles concert).
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To The Bone – Copulaters (self released)
If you gave it any thought at all, you might guess that I love music. For me, it's somewhere between everyday blessing and salvation, this vast, extraordinary tapestry which occurs all around us and will never end (whether we humans are here to appreciate it or not).
The flipside of this are supermarkets, shops and eateries, all of whom seem to think that what we really want is to be bludgeoned with their usually-shitty taste in music.
“Oh, pooh” is often the response to my helpless wail. “What's your taste in music like?” Which ain't the point: if I was running a business which depended on foot-traffic I wouldn't be shovelling my musical taste at them, and certainly not at a volume which forces people to have their brain bludgeoned.
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Sawdust Memories – Joeys Coop (self released)
Comes a time when bands of a certain vintage struggle to pull big numbers of people regardless of their pedigree. Sydney-via-the-Far-North-Coast quartet Joeys Coop are a prime example when they dive back into the patchy live music circuit.
You’d think a musical unit comprising guitarist Brett Myers (The End, Died Pretty), Mark Roxburgh (ME-262, The Decline of The Reptiles) on vocals, bassist Mark Lynch (Glide) and Lloyd Gyi (more bands and sessions than you can poke a drum stick at) would pack punters in like canned pilchards, but the demographic has shifted. Distractions and complications abound today and, yes, those were different times.
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Double Negative – The Strike Outs (Evil Tone Records/Farmer and The Owl)
If you’ve seen Sydney duo The Strike-Outs in the flesh, you’ll know they do not fuck around. The way they open their second album, “Double Negative”, is proof positive.
“Johnny” is a Chuck Berry-inspired instrumental (one of two on the album) that steamrollers out of the speakers, driven by Adam Vines’ industrial-strength backbeat and brother Simon’s squawling, Thunders-without-the-slop, guitar attack.
It goes for the throat and does not let up – and that’s the story of the album in a nutshell. The band sneers and soars through another 10 songs (including a killer cover of “Motherfucking Motherfucker” by Bored!) that launch, one after each other, like Exocet missiles.
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- Ex-Trash Brat Troy Toma leaves Detroit and lets his Americana juices flow
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