Reviews

House-happy Spaniard Henry Saiz is just one in a handful of killer international electronic artists to be booked for the new 'HOLEANDCORNER' festival.

A mixed collection of driftwood and treasure.

It’s not life-changing music by any means, but this is a lush, pleasant and occasionally gorgeous debut.

It’s suitably quaint and emotive, but at times pretty lacklustre and derivative.

"The fact that he’s subtly deconstructing his own comedy show at the same time is all part of its delightfulness. Just because it’s slapstick, doesn’t mean it can’t be clever too."

Unquestionable highlight was the all in (including a cameo by Arie’s mum) for Soulbird Rise, with lines of lyrics shared round like a pass the parcel, lovingly shaken, unwrapped and passed on again.

With his larrikin grin peeking out from his robust beard each time a lyric was forgotten or a note misplayed, you couldn’t help but laugh along with the guy.

HTRK are best experienced with your eyes closed and this is heightened by the people around you silently doing the same.

Holy Fuck haven’t just matched their recorded output, or their previous tours; tonight they’ve blown them away, and produced one of the best live sets Brisbane has seen this year.

A good chunk of the encore was dedicated to the late Jesse Winchester, paying tribute to someone with “a great economy of music and lyrics”, Costello playing Quiet About It slowly, gently. Elvis, come back soon.

Their music is tight, catchy and their parody of Australian culture resonates.