Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts

19.5.12

Interview: Robin Staps of The Ocean (the AU Review)

 Ever since Galileo was forced to recant his rather sensible belief that the Earth moved around the Sun by the Italian Inquisition, the burning desire to not whisper, but shout “Eppur si muove” (And yet it moves) in the face of dogmatic fundamentalists has not diminished since the Renaissance – in fact, it’s only intensified. Robin Staps, the “creatively despotic” leader of six member metal collective The Ocean took it upon himself – almost literally – to will the trials of reason against faith to resplendent and complex heavy metal music. Enraptured by the beauty and aggression of the craft, the Ocean have vaulted into the imaginations of discerning metal fans the world over and as Robin reveals, rather prominently in our lofty isle. Touring here almost presently, Robin immerses us under the depths of his proud Ocean.

Read the rest at the AU Review.

1.5.12

Interview: Steve Hughes - Still Mad, Still Metal, Still Funny (Metal As Fuck)

Got an issue? Sit down, let mystical heavy metal comedian Steve Hughes soothe your woes - for about three seconds. Your sides will hurt and your mind will too; I promise. He's back home and he's got a bone to pick with you...
Steve Hughes hails from parts unknown. Well, that isn’t entirely true. He holds no real fixed address. If you live on Her Majesty’s Isle and wait long enough in a local record shop, you might see him cackling with glee as he discovers a rare Venom record while he winds through on tour.

Read more at Metal As Fuck!

28.4.12

Live Review: Steve Hughes - Big Issues (The Pun)

I’ll admit, I’m a huge metalhead (well, I am 6’2” and I have trouble getting caps to fit, but that’s another story). Steve Hughes has made major waves in the global comedy community as the straight-talking, logic-twisting Heavy Metal comedian. This acclaim shows, he nearly sold-out the main room at Melbourne Town Hall.

Read more at The Pun.

16.4.12

Live Review: Brenna Courtney Glazebrook presents More Than This (The Pun)

Is there More Than This? Brenna Glazebrook wasn’t convinced a few short years ago. Staring heartbreak and paucity square in the face, she moved to spider-infested Sydney to start anew. This provides the inspiration for a comically solid fifty minute trip into Glazebrook’s life over the last couple of years. Accompanied by her “Swedish Paul Shaffer” Maya, the iTunes Enter-key presser sat to the side of the compact Spleen Bar stage.

Read the rest at The Pun.

14.4.12

Live Review: Who Killed John Bearington III? (The Pun)

In an unceremonious alleyway, borderline sociopath, racist and philandering billionaire John Bearington the Third lies dead. This ‘muppet-noir’ stares Dylan Cole as the slick-talking, dressed-to-the-nines Detective Cole Feltz (the only human with a speaking part). We watch as he interrogates five likely muppet suspects who all had their respective gripes with the darkly departed Bearington.

Read the rest at The Pun.

13.4.12

Live Review: Lessons with Luis – Luis Presents: Kidney Kingdom (The Pun)

Out of the way and next to the Yarra, Signal is a simple venue fitted for the simple lessons from a wide-eyed boy named Luis. Luis and co are embarking on an adventure to the Kidney Kingdom (riffing off of the Wizard of Oz) to find his kindly father a new kidney.

Read the rest of the review which was featured at The Pun.

11.4.12

Review: Barren Earth - The Devil's Resolve (The Big Issue)

A review of doom-death-prog 'supergroup' Barren Earth's latest sprawling opus, The Devil's Resolve. Read the review and as well as intriguing and fascinating stories in The Big Issue #404, available from vendors across the country. Only $5 and all proceeds help the homeless and unemployed.

10.4.12

Live Review: Michael Chamberlin - Joy & Despair (The Pun)

By his own admission, Michael Chamberlin lives in a constant state of either joy or despair – no grey areas to be found in his life of loneliness, bewilderment and often crippling neuroses. A screenwriter by trade, Michael has written for Skithouse, Rove Live and Adam Hills in Gordon St. Tonight, and has even lent words to the legendary John Cleese. A veteran comedy writer and stand-up comic, Chamberlin has won acclaim far and wide for the last decade, but it seems that his dream joyride has now run into a wall built by despair.

Read the rest as well as many more 2012 MICF reviews at The Pun.

5.4.12

Live Review: Dave Purcell - Mix Tape (The Pun)

Dave Purcell looked a bit cramped on the Butterfly Club stage for Mix Tape, flanked by an upright piano and accompanied by his guitarist and drummer. The audience numbered no more than 20, but the room which scarcely fitted 15 was heat-choked.  Our backs ached on the wooden “pews” during this hour long set comprised of stand-up, self-deprecating storytelling and music.

Read the review and all things Melbourne International Comedy Festival at The Pun.

20.3.12

Interview: Angela Gossow of Arch Enemy (the AU Review)

At the turn of the century, traditional heavy metal forged in the crucibles of Europe had been muscled out of the popular consciousness by an ostentatiously presented, teenaged television marketing campaign known to the world at large as nu-metal. Long haired metalheads hurled their steel cups of mead at speakers in frustration, wondering if the creative wells of their beloved genre had finally run dry, fingers crossed in a futile/paranoid gesture hoping bulldozers from MTV (sponsored by Monster Energy Drink) wouldn’t raze Wacken Open Air three to four years hence (Or have a band like say, Korn headline, which would more or less have had the same effect.)

But locked away in Gothenburg’s premier metal recording house Studio Fredman, the phoenix like Arch Enemy was preparing a new album with a new, Germanic recruit standing before the microphone. Oft-criticized vocalist Johan Liiva had departed. Angela Gossow entered. She turned how we had always thought about metal on its head.

Find out how she did it at the AU Review.

8.3.12

Live Review: Slipknot w/ Trivium at Rod Laver Arena (Metal as Fuck)

I felt a certain sickly dripping on the end of my nose on Thursday night. Grey blanketed the skies above. I’d seen about three shows in as many days, slumber in short supply while working a day job to pay the bills. Worst of all, my fucking (handsome, charming and ever so intelligent) editor sent me to review Trivium and god damn Slipknot of all of the bands on the Soundwave tour, scowling in the knowledge that my beloved Paradise Lost was playing their sideshow a mere five minute walk down the road.

Bollocks.

Find out if I actually enjoyed myself or not at Metal as Fuck.

7.3.12

Live Review: Devin Townsend Project and Meshuggah w/ dredg at the Forum Theatre (Metal as Fuck)

Devin Townsend and his project played unforgettably at the Forum Theatre on that Thursday night. Meshuggah and dredg on the other hand...well...funny you mention them... 
 
Stuck in horrendous Melbourne traffic, I missed dredg much to my annoyance. Having been a fan of their Catch Without Arms record, I was relishing the opportunity to see them in an intimate club setting prior to my Soundwave adventure due in a couple of days. Alas, I was just pipped by the line which had snaked its way back behind the dingy alleyway of the Forum Theatre, much in contrast to the classical opulence of its facade and interior (Read more about the decor of the Forum here, if you’re into that sort of thing.) One newbie approached me and asked, “Is this the line for Devin Townsend?” How did the legion of metalheads not give it away? It was either that, or his name emblazoned above the door?

Find out why I forgot all about Meshuggah during their own show at Metal as Fuck.

6.3.12

Live Review: Melbourne Soundwave 2012 (TheVine)

It’s the time when metalheads and punks are vindicated for one week out of the year - Soundwave Festival. The event, now in its sixth ambitious year, is most likely the greatest expression of rock music Retromania that one could ask for. A phrase coined by acclaimed rock journalist Simon Reynolds (blame him for the term “post-metal”) in his book of the same name, which asks “is popular music addicted to its own past?” The short answer? You bet your arse it is.

The long answer? Read on.

Read the long answer at TheVine.

5.3.12

Live Review: Zakk Wylde's Black Label Society and Hellyeah at the Forum Theatre (Metal as Fuck)

It was an all Southern affair in Melbourne as the shred king addressed his subjects from stately chambers, occupied in the name of the Black Label Order. 

Sultry, rainy, miserable. To the perpetually meteorologically bemused residents of Melbourne, experiencing all four seasons in the space of as many minutes is a given; we see rain, take a piss and by the time our flies are half way done up, it’s sunny once more. Ho hum, pass the butter. After two days of summer, it rained and rained. Fortunately this humid night just lent itself to the atmosphere. With beer in hand as the aroma of cheap cigarettes wafted over me, I felt like I was back in Atlanta, GA hanging out with pre-fabricated good ole boys wearing denim and leather kuttes direct from the merch desk - the real 1%ers were most likely cooling their boiling blood with beer as they planted themselves on the edge of the pit, their arms as thick as oak trunks folded together and just as immovable.

Read the rest at Metal as Fuck.

4.3.12

Article - Currents of History (Full Version)

The following article originally appeared in the Big Issue (Australia) #392, All rights reserved.

I am posting this here as I've been informed that my Baba, the greatest person I have ever known, will not be with us much longer. I dedicate this to her. Please read so that her memory is kept alive.


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It is easy to underestimate older people – as Tom Valcanis realised when he learned about his grandmother’s life and noticed her electrical skills.

One frosty morning when I was six, I was sitting in my grandmother’s lounge room transfixed by Agro’s Cartoon Connection. As usual, I was toasting myself against her glowing gas heater. Back then, I knew my grandmother as my Macedonian “Baba” but, apart from that, I didn’t know much about her at all. For all I knew, her life was full of cooking, cleaning and telling jokes to keep us young ones occupied when there was nothing good on TV.

Baba always wore a simple, faded floral apron and cheap, unassuming clothes no matter where she went. This day was no different.

Leaving me to watch cartoons, she set up her ironing board and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea while the iron heated up.

Minutes later, my concentration was broken by the sound of Baba, back at her ironing board, muttering a string of Macedonian expletives at her unresponsive iron.  She whisked out of the room again and returned just as swiftly with a tool box in hand. What on earth was she doing with a tool box?

With deft precision and lightning speed, she opened up the iron, examined the parts, twisted some screws and, within minutes, had it up and running again. I watched in awe. “How… How did you know how to do that?” I asked. The answer was more remarkable and inspiring than I could ever have bargained for.

It started with Baba as a nine-year-old girl in the midst of a war that eventually tore apart an entire continent. After guns fell silent between the Allies and the Axis forces, another conflict engulfed the Balkans just a year later – the Partisan War. Baba’s village life on the Aegean coast was turned upside down as the fascists invaded. Her family fled into a cave, hiding for two days without food or water. Emerging unscathed, she returned only to watch her house burn to the ground, all of her possessions engulfed in the conflagration. Within a week, Baba was a refugee on the run from both Greek fascists and Yugoslavian communists.

As bombers choked the sky and bombs slammed into the ground mere feet from where Baba stood, the Yugoslavs separated children from their parents. “Give them your blankets,” the soldiers commanded. “They will need them.”

With nothing but their parting gifts to steel them against the bitter winter, these refugees were marched off to safe havens – Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Poland and Baba’s final destination, Romania.

During the day, they would hide in makeshift bunkers. At night, they would walk for hours and hours in pitch darkness. All the while, they felt nothing but pain, hunger and exposure. When they finally arrived in Romania, soldiers confiscated their blankets (“the worst part was over,” Baba said), but the refugee children were still shunted around between all sorts of buildings and temporary shelters commandeered by communist forces. Householders were ordered to take in the children when nightfall came, sometimes in grand feudal estates. “We even slept in a palace,” Baba recalled in her croaky, careworn voice. “Not in the good part, but, still, it was a palace!”

Eventually she ended up in a convent. It was there, as a teenager, that she was assigned a job like all the other girls and boys of her age. She stood in a line as an officer designated their new life-long occupations. The hand of fate chose doctors, bakers, boilermakers. What would Baba become? An electrician in Transylvania.

Baba’s next base was a plant near Bran Castle, the supposed residence of Count Dracula. There she learned her trade, mending fuses, constructing simple circuits (like those in her iron) and manning the power station that supplied the town. For foreigners and refugees, punishments for mistakes were harsh. Baba found that out when she inadvertently blacked out half the village, including the castle, during a training exercise. She got a beating for her error.

When the Red Cross informed her that her parents had escaped to Australia, she made the journey through Hungary and Vienna and on to Italy, where she boarded a boat for a new, peaceful life.

When Baba finished telling me her story, tears were trickling down into the contours of her cheeks. Even at the age of six, I could feel her gratitude for living in a country where she’d never had to go through that kind of pain again. Her former life under the grip of terror was over. For good.

An unbreakable connection with my heritage was made that day. I stopped whining when I was taken along to migrant reunion picnics and dances – I wanted to connect with my ancestry and hear others’ stories. I learned that through knowing Baba’s place in time, I also knew my own.

Sometimes we underestimate our elders, but their stories are worth so much more than the afternoon cup of tea we only seldom afford them.

8.2.12

Archive Interview: Tomi Koivusaari of Amorphis

Originally printed in Buzz Magazine, May 2009.

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“I’m chilling at home.”

Wait, I’m sorry, what did Tomi Koivusaari, founding guitarist of progressive doom legends Amorphis and huge rock star say?

“I’m just at home in Finland taking a break before we start on all the summer festivals.”

Yep, the lackadaisical tone in his voice definitely sounded like he wasn’t writing or touring, but this reporter had to remain skeptical. Nevertheless, I forged ahead with my barrage of inquiry into what exactly makes this Finnish powerhouse tick and seemingly, go boom.

Their latest album, Skyforger sounds like an explosion of tender and swirling melodies plucked from the heyday of the 60s and 70s progressive and psychedelic era; touches of mellotrons sweep across soundscapes built on thick, bulging guitars and pulsing, fanciful synths, even more so than their previous efforts. How did they make the album sound so lush and organic?

“Well, I’ll have to have a think about it,” Tomi says, while a deep Finnish hum rumbles around my phone as he ponders. “I guess it’s because of the mixing and the mastering. It doesn’t sound as compressed. So there’s more dynamics and space. You can just hear those small things a little better.

“And there might just be a bit more delay guitar maybe. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just delay guitar. The sounds are just more, like, dynamic. Spacey in a way. We didn’t do any more psychedelic stuff on purpose though.”

And fittingly, the band’s obsession with the Finnish folk tale epic Kalevala isn’t something they set out to re-tell via their music and lyrics, as the music again just evolves naturally.

“I think they’re interesting stories and philosophies, but they aren’t the thing we use to write music with. I think they fit with our music very well because they’re timeless and there’s a lot of emotional stuff [behind it]. But I wouldn’t say that [Amorphis] are the ‘storytellers.’ It’s a very old tale but it gives you a good perspective on today’s life [and culture.]”

Koivusaari, like an concerned parent-to-be, doesn’t enjoy waiting for their new album, Skyforger to be released (which was three weeks away at the time of the interview) because, well, it might just get annoying listening to it.

“I feel very anxious waiting for it to come out. There are a few things we can do before hand like the artwork and promotion but that’s about it really. I wouldn’t say I feel nervous because we are very satisfied with the album. I listened to it about a hundred times during the mastering but I haven’t listened to it since because to your own ear, it might sound like shit.

“Once you get a bit of distance from the recording session you can almost listen to it like an outsider.”

The band have been taken in out of the cold by the mainstream in Finland, with their last two albums, Eclipse and Silent Waters charting rather well, achieving gold status – something that they would never have expected, even in the normally metal-crazed Northern Most Land.

“It’s good; and we can respect that happening in a different way than from say, when we were twenty years old. It feels good, but it wasn’t our goal or anything like that. Its funny because ten years ago things were a little bit different with us in Finland.”

How does he figure?

“Well,” he continues, “after [our current singer,] Tomi [Joutsen] joined it’s given us so much more energy and [a bigger] audience in Finland as well.”

I ask if it was due to the surge of popularity of Lordi after they won the Eurovision Song Contest; but in Finland, heavy metal is the pop music over there, outstripping sales of rock and other genres by a significant degree.

“It’s always been like that. It’s unbelievable how big it is in Finland. Lordi went to Eurovision because metal was already big in Finland. But them [winning] has nothing to do with it, actually.

But as for bands like [symphonic metal band] Nightwish, their sales have been amazing. They sold something like 100,000 albums which is in the top five biggest selling albums in Finland.

“It’s amazing, knowing that little kids and grandmothers are listening to it. People were ashamed that Lordi was making fun of the Finnish people, but after they won [Eurovision] everyone was like ‘Yeah, Lordi!”

And of course, here’s the fun part of the interview where all Amorphis’ Australian fans get the news they’ve all been waiting for:

“We’re coming down at the end of the year,” he proudly tells me. But is it a sure thing, amidst swine flu, GFC and other terrors?

“Yes, of course. There should be two shows in Australia. It should be good to be there.”

5.2.12

Interview: Nick Holmes of Paradise Lost (the AU Review)

Nick Holmes, the stalwart gothic metal pioneer is a right ‘gobby’ bloke (for someone who's boring after three pints of lager, as described in his own self-deprecating Twitter bio) – it’s a requisite for the job as singer in the morose doom metal outfit Paradise Lost. In the early 1990s in Yorkshire, Paradise Lost seemingly channeled the lament of long-haired youth who were witnessing their metal greats blundering about aimlessly as grunge invaded the popular consciousness. In comparison, grunge’s flirtation with despondency was piecemeal in comparison to the UK doom scene’s dyed-in-the-wool, consummate romance with bleakness and sorrow.

Read the complete interview at the AU Review.

18.1.12

Podcast: The "Lost" Devin Townsend Interview





The long lost interview has finally been found! Conducted in Feburary 2012 for Metal As Fuck, it was once thought perished in the rusty innards of a fried HDD, this interview with the incredible Devin Townsend turned up in the most unlikeliest of places much to my surprise and delight. So here's my gift to you - a rare, earnest insight into the always entertaining and thought-provoking mind of Heavy Devy!

Listen to it in full on SoundCloud.

17.1.12

Article: Migrant Metal (The Big Issue)



Far from being a closed-door cabal, Australia's metal scene has become a proudly multicultural subculture.

Watching a heavy metal show as an outsider is like walking into a psychotic circus that’s as bizarre as it is fun. Confronting by nature, metal is defined by its hulking, “louder than hell” guitar driven sound, occult or satanic imagery as worn by bands and their fans with a cult like devotion to the scene and its craft. Bands run the gamut from cool-headed, wispy-haired heavy rockers to leather clad black metal fanatics, brandishing fake axes, their faces greased up in white “corpsepaint.” Some frontmen (and women) growl, some sneer and some sing to ear-shattering, herniated heights.

Read the rest in The Big Issue (#398) on sale from vendors across the nation - buy a copy to help the homeless and long-term unemployed.

4.1.12

Interview: Zakk Wylde of Black Label Society (the AU Review)

 Sporting a bedraggled beard and fierce axe to stir the envy of Odin and his mighty sons, Zakk Wylde and his Black Label Society have knocked the paisley-mellow orthodoxy of metal virtuoso guitar on its ass; breathing nothing but fire and spittle while shredding up storms of fury throughout his colorful career. Mastering his craft since the age of fourteen, Wylde drops recondite phrases into his genre-spanning career just for kicks as enraptured, raw-throated crowds cheer on. Jetting into Australia for Soundwave, the confidante and doom-driven acolyte of Ozzy Osbourne shoots straight from the hip laying down some real talk for y’all about spirituality, strange times and the Shatner. You’d expect nothing less from the fearless leader of the famed Black Label Order, leading the wounded cult of rock n’ roll back into the darkness.

Read more at the AU Review.