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Benny Doyle, Journalist

Features / Music
Changing Cities
No stress, no studios, no time constraints... Ned Collette discusses his latest release with Wirewalker.
Reviews / Album
Album Review: Bahamas - Barchords
These are songs to disappear within, to tackle your problems head-on, but also to forget them.
Features / Music
Generation Gap
Released from recording contract shackles, 28 Days are free to step up the tempo once again. Benny Doyle chats with a relaxed Damian Gardiner about their version of Chinese Democracy and older siblings leading the way.
Reviews / Live
Live Review: Matt Corby The Tivoli
There’s no denying the Sydneysider is destined for great things, but it’s a little too early to be taking people on a journey.
Reviews / Album
Album Review: The Black Seeds Dust & Dirt
It’s awkward, dark and easy to like.
Reviews / Album
Album Review: Simian Mobile Disco - Unpatterns
It seems like every time you try and pin down Jas Shaw and James Ford, they wriggle out from underneath your fingers.
Reviews / Live
Live Review: Emperors - Beetle Bar
The quartet fill the space pretty quickly, the thick drone of opener, Witch, setting the tone for the rest of the evening.
Reviews / Live
Live Review: Florence + The Machine - Brisbane Riverstage
Backed by her tireless machine, tonight Florence Welch shows herself to be one of the most transcendent figures currently working the stage.
Features / Music
Endless Touring
“You just learn how to deal with each other. Earlier on you come to blows a bit on the road because everyone is stressed out, but you realise that you’re just tired, which is obviously why you’re having a fight, so we just don’t fight anymore.”
Reviews / Album
Album Review: The Medics - Foundations
The only reason Foundations doesn’t get full marks is because, frighteningly, this band still have so much more to offer.
Features / Music
Taming Temptation
Reviews / Album
Album Review: julia stone by the horns
Stone’s tunes stand up on their own, and all it does is awkwardly break up two angelic odes in the way of Let’s Forget All The Things That We Say and It’s All Okay, the latter, with its underlying intensity and constant rhythms