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Previews, reviews and interviews
Horses, Trolls and Hammers Improv theatre with the Bear Pack
"We don’t rehearse. I always say that if the show we did was planned, it’s terrible planning.”
Man of Colours Iva Davies, the architect of Icehouse, celebrates 40 years of making music
“I’m still surprised at the reaction we get playing live. I still look at the crowd and go ‘How do you even know this? This song was written before you were born.'"
I Dreamed of Don Walker and the Kings Ghosts in the Machine
Found Don again, puffing on a long cigar on a dark street corner.
Inside Out with Lorde Her musical journey from voice of the people to solitary queen of hearts
“I hate the headlines and the weather,” Lorde sings, “but when we’re dancing I’m alright.”
Justice League Super-bland
Affleck’s Batman is the worst of the bunch, always exhaling like he just got a large power bill.
Unmarked Tracks: November A monthly Australian music column
“Sydney was a different city then. The mood was one of space and possibility, with plentiful spaces for musicians in the ruins of a past city..."
Songs of Experience A conversation with Adam Curley of Gold Class
Toxic masculinity, the robot future and rock 'n' roll escape acts.
The Killing of a Sacred Deer Dystopia within
Yorgos Lanthimos ('Dogtooth', 'The Lobster') is a surgical filmmaker of great opacity; his film a bright and coldly lit Gothic work in the mode of Stanley Kubrick.
Brad’s Status The anxiety of middle class parenting: ‘What school is your child going to?’
Brad’s Status is a terrible title for a film, and yet it’s perfect in its awkwardness, suggesting the bald updates of Facebook feeds with their shameless bids for ‘likes’.
Midnight Oil The Domain, Sydney, Armistice Day 2017
The band were here to bring their clarion voice back to the city like the ghosts of those old Domain Speakers' Corner rabble-rousers that I believe still haunt the nearby Moreton Bay figs.
Waiting for the Man Louis Theroux and heroin addiction in America
In Huntington, one in ten babies is born with an addiction to heroin. Theroux is a proverbial Virgil guiding us through the American inferno.
I’m Addicted to Antique Porn An old, dirty habit
You stop playing Grand Theft Auto V to look at Louis XIV chairs. “Just look at the legs on those,” you think to yourself. “They just go on and on.”