Fringe, folly, sugar spun seance and cinema in inverse. Welcome, Melbourne, to...
From the the creme de la creme of Cannes to the back-alleys of Berlin to the half-melted dredge of improperly preserved early 2000s snow...
Dogs, booze, literature, and a Spacewoman named Stacey. Set your affairs in order, Sydney. This is a weird 'un. 10) Dog Lovers Show 4th-5th August Barking mad? Or just desperately lonely and unable to form relationships with actual human beings? Well, they're one and the same, really. Here it...
It's a week of old hats and firsts, Sydney. So shine that velvet and call your waxer; let's get it on. 10) Bondi WAVE Youth Bands Concert 4th August Ah, youth. The hope. The idealism. The incessant faith in their compositional and instrumental abilities. How quaint. Wanna see? A...
William Shakespeare. Philanderer, thief, incorrectly lauded advocate for baldness, plus writer. In London town you'll still find his legions salivating in the depths of his magnificent globe. Not a far cry from his legions past, who, too, stood in the depths before his oratorical mastery, their fingers...
By which, of course, we mean your snaking desire for a complete architectural revamp of your living room. Tired of getting butt cramps from eating your dinner on the floor because you haven’t found that elegant pouffe that speaks directly to your soul? Or perhaps your soul-speaking...
Depressed? Join the club. We've earned the right by possessing a certain level of sanity, dammit. Why deny it? Embrace it. And don't worry. There are no balding synth pop Londoners here. We communicate only in French Electro. An audio visual outing to Westworld, this'll finally be the night when external...
Shun the light. Shun the joy. Shun the normals. Hell, they’ve even spelt it wrong just to show you how freaking alternative this thing is. Been dreaming of a black christmas? Well these guys have the prescription for you. And it doesn’t involve you having to undergo a three...
Nothing matters now, nothing matters now, nothing matters now. It’s time you embraced the winter, Sydney. Take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons on your wallet and place your fate in the glittering Glaswegian hands of Franz Ferdinand (and MGMT). Surrender yourself...
We’ve always felt that of the many gaping maggoty rot-infested holes that riddle US traditions, the notion of Christmas has been the least unappealing. So, as is our nature, we’re going to engage in an act of respectful but violent appropriation. Come and see. Well, it's over five...