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  • velvet parade liveRipley Hood fronts Velvet Parade.

    Velvet Parade
    The Cold Field
    Electric Badger
    The Metro, Adelaide
    Saturday, May 3, 2025

    In his recent review of “Adjustment Disorder”, The Institutionalist’s new album, the reviewer states: "Post-punk is a stupid term. It’s even dumber than Punk. But everybody can get their head around it, right?"

    Well, the algos on the various streaming/attention services certainly require such absurd categorisation to flourish. Partly because you know, a fuckin' robot is a fuckin' robot, with no concept of reality - because the terms of reality are defined by humans, and robots can't think, much less define shit. Can you imagine a robot, all on its own, suggesting that a ferry be called “Boaty McBoatface”. for example?

    You should be able to walk into a pub with a bunch of bands playing, like I did last night to see Electric Badger, The Cold Field,and the Velvet Parade, and, instead of identifying what genre each band was, to simply get down and enjoy the music, the performers, and the quite varied expanse of what is, essentially, forms of rock 'n' roll.


  • brando rising adelaideBrando Rising strut their stuff last weekend. Marina Valieva photo. 

    Someone from interstate recently commented that it looks like Adelaide is the place to be right now.

    No, it's not. And certainly not with another inexcusable electricity price hike on the cards this year - do our Fearless Leaders have any idea what damage this is doing to the economy? No? Perhaps those protesting schoolkids could do better. Certainly they found a better cabinet in Ikea, so they must have a better idea about things than the current crop of cockwombles. 

    However, the bleary light of today reveals that, had I known about the other gig last night, I might have faced a difficult decision. Missing the Yard of Retard gig, with (among others) Fear and Loathing and the first appearance of Bomber Down (featuring, as YoR so eloquently put it, "Rob Szkolik, Adelaide’as gayest man") would have caused a grave personal "torn in two" moment, as I had put my grubby paw up to see Brando Rising at the Enigma months before the gig was booked. Instead, I see the results of the Yard's gig on Fartabout and, not for the first time nor, I suspect, the last, I rather wish I could clone myself so I could do several things at once.