Beehoover

January 11, 2008 | 1 Comment

Beehoover’s unique selling point is that they’re a metal band with no lead guitars. That’s right, when it comes to guitars Beehoover (named after witnessing on TV a bee-bearder’s not entirely cruelty-free method of removing insects from his face) permit only the four-string variety. The Sun Behind the Dustbin (0% native) Droney doom rock sans […]

I’ve always shied away from posting book recommendations or reviews on my blog. Along with ‘my wine of the moment’, ‘this is what my pets are doing now’ and ‘CD of the week’ I find such information more than a little twee and avoid it when I see it on other sites. Alas, if I […]

We’re Germans

January 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment

A special New Year’s thanks to Christane Link for passing this video my way. My favourite lyric is “We have ze Autobahn gebaut and we love ze Sauerkraut”. I’m sure anyone who’s lived sausage-side can relate.

Fancy Some Cabaret?

December 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment

The following review appears in the latest edition of London’s premier music ‘zine, London Tour Dates. UPDATE 3/1/07: The organisers of the below-reviewed entertainment issued the following missive to my editor: “Is Paul always quite so scathing? Sounds like he’d hate anything remotely corporate..?” Scathing? Moi? If you’re type of traditionalist who turns his head […]

Blog Problems

December 17, 2007 | 2 Comments

Unfortunately, while in deepest Queensland my blog has decided to order posts in a bizarre way. Use the ‘Recently Written’ section on the left for the most recent posts. If you’re from the geek fraternity and are into WordPress there’s a description of the problem here. All tips gratefully received.

Somewhere off the coast of Stradbroke island, QLD, there is a leopard shark who was completely non-plussed by my appearance in his living room . . .

Evolution

November 9, 2007 | 2 Comments

I finally cracked and bought an iPod. I’ve had my Creative Nomad MP3 player for over 6 years so it was time . . .

Harmonia

October 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment

Ah, 1974, the days when even eight-minute performances were considered wussy; nothing more than an opportunity for artists to banter with the crowd prior to the 28-minute drum solo.

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