Reviews

It’s hard to fathom what the band are trying to pull off – there isn’t enough earnestness or tongue-in-cheek derision, therefore Pop Etc sounds like a mess of half-hearted ventures.

Overall, the feel of 2:54 recalls moments of The Cure musically, with a kind of an all-round PJ Harvey and Sleater-Kinney (with reverb replacement over lo-fi) feel thrown into the mix.

The band begins in a heavenly harmony of its female singers’ voices, each woman the image of winteriness and zen.

This is the sort of celebratory and joyous end that this night was destined for from the outset – this is what rock’n’roll is all about.

Either way, it’s a solid taster for the similarly bombastic set-up of Jonathan Boulet, who rounds out his entourage with a trio of guitars and dual drummer-percussionists

Instantly attentions are grabbed from the thunderous guitars and the antics of one of Brisbane’s most interesting frontman, Evil Dick

Clad entirely in black with a matching cowboy hat, he’s one of the few people who can rock sunglasses inside without looking louche or like a douche

Collarbones look like they’re having a lot of fun tonight.

Recording a new track in the makeshift hotel room studio..

The same two-week stricture remained, thus keeping things as raw and improvisational as possible, gleaning some stellar responses as a result.

With versatility and musical integrity such as this on display, it seems that Frasca is destined to create her own luck.