Reviews

It deserves to be in every blues fan’s collection, and is not for those that just want it for the connection to Tame Impala.

Maybe this puts them on a path to where they want to one day end up.

They merely sound like they’re revelling in this caper, ‘retro rock’ trends be damned. Besides, quality music never goes out of style.

It makes for a refreshing break from all the over-produced electronica that seems to be dominating the airways of late.

Okine may make comedy hay out of dick jokes and well-placed swear words, but there's also an intelligence at play here that with some tightening up will one day produce a brilliant festival set.

Ballard’s material is solid and is developing nicely, showing his skill as someone who doesn’t need to deny their Gen Y ness, but doesn’t need to use it as their only trick, either.

"You should make a point of seeing this spectacle soon before Foot’s head explodes from the pressure exerted by the plethora of disjointed ideas which spew from within."

Nevertheless, Hills won over his audience and even received a standing ovation from the majority of the crowd as he left the stage.

"It’s with mild apprehension that I wander through the gates, though. Having been recently scarred by my last festival excursion and never having attended either Groovin‘ The Moo or Townsville before, I’m unsure of what to expect."

An ill advised detour into jazz fusion on Lover’s Resolution never really takes off, but sits as a testament to the ambition coursing through Beam’s wonderfully musical veins.

On Ready To Die’s Job, when Pop sings of having a “job, but it don’t pay shit” you feel like telling him that he should wipe away his tears with the excess of loose skin hanging from his torso and arms.