Archive for August, 2010

So Zed Got a Face Lift!

August 26, 2010

The new front face of the 4ZzZ building on Barry Pde Fortitude Valley as created by Beastman!

And of the back of the building got a bit of paint job too…



Liza Harvey

Review: Color Your Life by Twin Sister.

August 25, 2010

Reminiscent of artists such as Cocteau Twins and Björk, it is evident that Twin Sister are experimental pop gods. One of the stand-out tracks on Color Your Life has got to be “All Around and Away We Go”, which couples Andrea Estella’s absolutely memorising vocals with an almost-70’s-like disco beat (not that you’ll be dancing like Disco Stu, but there will be the occasional head bop). All in all, Color Your Life is a dreamy, dreamy album about the sea, love and things that go in tea. What more could you want?

Oh, and try not to get sucked into the undeniably cute photograph on the front cover, or you’ll be Googling miniature spice racks for the rest of the day.

Beyond the Banana Curtain Launch Band Sketchies..

August 21, 2010

A fun night with Nikko, Turnpike, Monster Zoku Onsomb and 6Ft Hick rocking out with glorious abandon. Had lots of fun sketching and was exhausted for it.
-Manny

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Nikko

6FT Hick

Turnpike

Monster Zuko Onsomb

More Zoku!

Review: Department of Eagles, Archive 2003-2006

August 17, 2010

A while ago I came to the conclusion that decent bands always have an unusual story behind their beginnings. Daniel Rossen (later to be of Grizzly Bear) and Fred Nicolaus met by chance when they were assigned as each other’s roommates in college and decided to start jamming together one spring.
Fortuitously, this recorded material later came across the path of a Californian label and the Department of Eagles’ debut album The Cold Nose was born. Between that time in history and the release of their highly revered second LP, In Ear Park, Department of Eagles did a lot of messing around in university practice rooms, among other places I’m sure. Archive 2003-2006 is a collection of these tracks.
Honestly, apart from track titles such as “Practice Room Sketch 1”, you’d never know this was an album comprised of tracks that wouldn’t have otherwise seen the light of day. Each track is a whimsical little journey unique in and of itself. Take the track “Flip”, for example. At first a seemingly sweet song, it flips (see what I did there) into a badass rock-out. And it works. Archive 2003-2006 is an incredibly solid album and is sure to have all the indie hipsters drooling from their pierced mouths.

Beastman has painted front side of 4ZZZ

August 16, 2010

SPLENDOUR GETS HEATED!

August 4, 2010

Splendour in the grass 2010

4ZZZ headed up to the annual music festival in style this year, Wicked Camper style! The lovely people at Wicked let us take the 4ZZZ camper for our sojourn in Woodfordia. All decked out with mini kitchenette and sleeping room a plenty, Giordana and Michelle tell their tales of weekend adventures.

On the trail to Woodford we thought we’d be cheeky and take the cross country back route through Beerwah, well adventurous it was what with the dirt road littered with giant potholes! The Zed Wicked Camper barely noticed though and it was actually a very pretty and interesting way to start our weekend, the vehicle line up to get into the main festival entrance was not however. Finally making it through to the camping grounds we set up on a luscious hillside overlooking the Glass House Mountains.

wicked camper 1

Unfortunately we missed Yeosayer, the first band on our agenda, due to the traffic congestion but we quickly made it in to the festival grounds to check out the Gold Bar and get the lay of the land, which proved to be very comfortable and accessible on the Friday before the majority of the punters turned up.

First band we caught was Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and their heady garage rock filled the Amphitheatre like a fuzzy haze descending on the crowd. Next stop was the GW McLennan Tent and indie folk rock Texan’s, Midlake. With over 7 members onstage, their sound was amazing and very fitting for our first night in Woodfordia.

We wandered back over to the Gold Bar to quench our thirst and skip the bar lines that the plebs had to encounter. The only other band we ended up checking out on the Friday was Grizzly Bear and in this reviewers opinion, boring as batshit! I can’t see where the hype has come from and nor can my companions. After a few more thirst quenchers we head back to camp and enjoy the lovely evening air and night sky.

wicked camper 2

Saturday ends up being a scorcher and not what we all expected for this winter festival, gone are the jackets and leggings with everyone scavenging or wishing they had packed cooler clothes. Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of ‘cool’ outfits and we discussed the fact that out of the 30,000 or so attendees at least 20,000 were fashionable and great looking, Splendour really is the indie cute people’s festival!

With more bands than you can poke a stick at, we ended up catching a few throughout the day. Standouts included Jonathan Boulet, who seemed to have a huge following with the large crowd enjoying the Sydneysider and band, Tame Impala, who’s cover of Remember Me by Blueboy reverberated throughout the Amphitheatre with the crowd joining in on the chorus.

Throughout the Saturday there was a creeping feeling of anticipation that seemed to be building, it basically climaxed when The Strokes walked on stage late that night. We caught most of Florence & The Machine but not really my cup of tea so I’ll continue with The Strokes, who didn’t’ disappoint! They took the stage with all the expected rock n roll swagger and quickly churned out hit after hit much to the crowds delight. Julian Casablancas seemed to be blown away by the size of the crowd and it really was the majority of the 30,000 plus festival goers packed into Woodfordia’s Amphitheatre. A great way to end a steamy day, The Strokes were definitely one of the focal points of the entire festival.

Michelle Brown

Years and years of toil by the Queensland Folk Federation and countless dedicated volunteers have made Woodfordia the premiere festival site in Queensland. It’s picturesque, pristine and actually feels kind of magical when thousands of people come together there to celebrate music and life. With Splendour in the Grass decamping from the alt-culture-mecca that is Byron Bay one had to wonder how things were going to go down north of the border. Would the site be ruined by a sea of fluorescent shorts and skinny singlets or would the rest of the world finally see why over 50,000 people make the pilgrimage to Woodford every year?

Things definitely felt different upon entering the site, no hand-made signs and lots and lots of security guards with defensive attitudes ready to search and destroy any DIY fun you might be packing. There were fences and crowd control barriers galore and absolutely no getting anywhere near the man-made dams that are usually focal points for basking in the sun. The beauty of the site was still evident though, the vast views from amphitheatre and the shaded hillsides allowed thousands to enjoy the music without being fenced in. Moving around the site was another matter, Splendour crowds move in packs and with half the usual routes cut-off by mini-malls and giant burrito bars there was only one direction for you and 20,000 other people to go. It was a real shame that the site’s natural crowd control features were abandoned for cattle stocks and hessian walls.

The overt commercialism of Splendour in the Grass came as a reality check after years of seeing only minimal branding at the Folk Festival. Those annoying Js were everywhere and mobile phone recharge stations were about as popular as the headline acts, funny for a place where mobile reception was nearly non-existent until recently. The very small-mall was kinda gross, but the inclusion of a mini-Nine Lives Gallery, Sea Shepherd spruikers, Eco-cops and the intellectual banter at the Forum stage almost balanced things out. The other gross things was the rubbish, Emu Parade anyone?

I openly admit to being in love with Woodfordia, and I really hope that despite the crowds and the traffic and the incredibly steep hills to the reserved campsite, the Splendour crowd fell in love with it too. The beach might be 40 minutes away and there’s no deluxe off-site accommodation, but there’s paddymelons and gum-tree forests and the unstoppable spirit of The People’s Republic of Woodford.

Giordana Caputo