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With The New Violence Peabody have turned in a darker, angrier record than I think a lot of people expected, and, in doing so, have released what is so far easily the best CD of 2005.
The truth is that Peabody was going to have to do something to make us want to listen to this record; after all a direct reproduction of the Peabody live sound onto a compact disc would be exciting but, also, ultimately disappointing.
Rest of the review of Peabody - The New Violence
Wednesday – 15/10/03 - (One Way Out - Gyroscope - Less Than Jake)
On Wednesday I saw Less Than Jake supported by Gyroscope and One Way Out.
One Way Out were a generic new school punk band that sounded like a billion and one other generic new school punk bands. Please, please, write another song about a girl or unrequited love because it’s become readily apparent that the rich tapestry of music that you are contributing to has yet to tear under the weight of your seemingly endless bloated cliches. And we can’t have that, can we?
Rest of the review of A slew, a veritable slew, of concerts. (For Allen Ginsberg) (For Quentin Tarantino)
The 2003 Big Day Out was never going to be a total write off. This is because I received the ticket for free due to some clever finagling from Ethan and the fact that I'm now all smacked up on heroin.
Despite this the day got off to a bad start when I got a call from my friends saying that they had missed the train.
In hindsight, it was probably for the best because for some reason my friends (Arturo, Clare Bear, Livania, Ethan) had decided to go to the Big Day Out ridiculously early.
Live music really isn't my scene. I'm more at home at home listening to the vocal talents of bands and artists after they've been churned through the production studio to achieve a near blinding gloss. This is perhaps why I feel like the need for earplugs when I'm outside in a venue that has managed to lure the human flies into a dull-lit den of eye-watering cigarette smoke and heartskipping bass rhythms. The times when I have been subject to the full force of the speakers has most often been in during the burning light of day.
The second Friday night of 2003 saw a change to that streak and tradition. On the bill at the Annandale Hotel were Peabody with the Reservations and the City Lights.
Rest of the review of Music to Bomb Blastings With (Peabody et al. - Annandale Hotel - 17/01/03)
Sunday the 10th of November, was a day of savage, savage contradictions. I don't actually know what that means or what it could be referring to but I scribbled it down on a piece of paper when I was compiling the notes for this review and I might as well go with it.
I cannot speak for whatever higher power led me to Camperdown Park in Newtown on this day. I do know that some cosmic power was at work and that it wasn't that rash that's been plaguing me recently.
Rest of the review of The Mind Is The Water (Festival At Camperdown Park - Newtown - 10/11/02)
Situated between a highway and train tracks the campus at UWS Campbelltown provides a perfect location for bands to test the power of their speakers with little in the way of angry residents or workers. With such prime location to transport it also experiences the regular mass exodus on any and every hour by the students. As such any band that dare take to the stage of the bar - which just happens to be atop a hill and at least a kilometre from every other building on campus - must be able to rock to the energy of the dozen strong crowd of faithful students who know that there is more to campus life than the cadavers in the morgue.
The bill listed 1000 Slimey Things and Peabody. Due to some discrepancies with the concept of time and the meridian, 1000 Slimey Things did not eventuate and were replaced on short notice by a new underground band known as The Fangs.
Rest of the review of Of Absent Slime and Furious Vengeance (Peabody & The Fangs - 09/10/02)
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