Brendan Telford, Journalist

Spine Hits is the best sounding album Sleepy Sun have produced, but the spit and polish has rubbed out some of the dusty abandon that made previous albums Embrace and Fever so attractive.

"I view working on music as a kind of voyage, a way to break free from the routines and responsibilities of everyday life. It’s pure escapism."

“At that stage we had this purple fluffy drum kit... Bek had an outfit made out of the leftover purple furry material... One of the guys in the crowd called Bek a ‘fucking Gobbledock Sinead O’Connor’ and said that he had a dog that farts better music than that!”

This is the appeal of Sneeze Weed, the constant battle for the trio to hold these rattling charms aloft whilst a jarring implosion of sound seems never that far off.

Jackson Firebird are obviously a live band, and these tracks are made for blowing roofs off corner pubs.

Confess is a consistently seductive listen from start to finish, Lewis’ songwriting and production incredibly strong, and a strong notice of intent that Twin Shadow is a master of finding both the confidence and insecurities that come from being in love and the fear of losing it.

The quartet work through a taut set that bounces ebbs and flows from sonic aggression to tempered vulnerability with grace and precision.

yet the cartoon pop world that Tenniscoats inhabit is unparalleled. All Aboard! is another triumph from the idiosyncratic duo.

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.

"It’s a great time to be in a band in Brisbane,” says Dominic Haddad of Millions. On the eve of his band's EP release he tells us why.

“I got into a real bad routine. I need to have things happening – I can get four hours sleep a night, then I need to be doing shit all day long. Instead, I got stir crazy. I put on about eight kilos.”