Archive for February, 2011

Interviews Department – Working hard!

February 25, 2011

The newly-established, and fast-growing, Interviews Department here at 4ZZZ have been run off their feet for the past few months. Their fearless leader Sarah and interns/lab rats Ava, Ellen and Krissi have been busy organising interviews, conducting interviews, editing interviews, archiving interviews and generally doing a whole bunch of interview related tasks, for the benefit of 4ZZZ’s listeners (and readers. Thanks for checking out the blog!).

http://zedinterviews.podbean.com/ is the place where you can have a listen to, and download the podcast of, just a few of the many interviews that the fantastic 4ZZZ announcers and staff conduct on a daily basis with some great local, national and international bands!

New podcasts become available all the time, so keep your ears tuned to your radio (102.1fm of course!), your eyes on our podcast page and just kick back and enjoy life!

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For all interview requests and enquiries, email interviews@4zzzfm.org.au

Please Note: Whilst we want to do the best job possible, please be aware that the entire Interviews department are volunteers. We still need to work paying jobs, do our homework, hang with friends and find five minutes to stand in a meadow at dusk. Please be patient with response times and allow enough notice to enable us to give your request the time it deserves. Details we need on every occasion are: Talent’s Name and bio, Exact date and time of availability, contact phone number and email address. If you’d like to thank us and are already a 4ZZZ subscriber, feel free to drop in some lamingtons on a Friday or take us to lunch.

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Griff the Invisible

February 23, 2011

– by Melanie Dinjaski

Starring: Ryan Kwanten, Maeve Dermody, Patrick Brammall, Toby Schmitz

Writer/Director: Leon Ford

Starring a fully clothed and clean shaven Ryan Kwanten (sorry True Blood fans) Griff the Invisible
shakes up the superhero genre like never before.

After the first clichéd line – “Get outta my neighbourhood” – delivered by a man in a rubber suit, you
may think otherwise. But whoa there now. This superhero is a little different.

How?

Griff (Kwanten) is the softly spoken, doe-eyed, lonely, do-gooder who feeds alley cats and hates
his nine-to-five job. By day he is a Client Liaison Officer for DHL, but by night he becomes Griff the
Invisible!

Whether he’s fighting crime or his arch nemesis Tony, the womanising work bully with a bad haircut,
there’s no job too small for this hero. His inner city apartment is full of high tech superhero gear,
including an all important red phone that receives calls directly from the police commissioner
and…okay, so it does sound pretty cliché.

But all is not as it seems.

Without giving the plot away, the best way to approach this film, is to go in thinking of it as a little-
known indie production. Forget who Ryan Kwanten is and forget Superman. This is not a regular
superhero flick. Everything is over the top and quirky and not to be taken seriously.

For instance, when in need of advice Griff turns to Wikipedia. I know right! Finally a Gen Y superhero
that we can relate to! I mean honestly, who can afford an Alfred Pennyworth in this day and age?

And it gets weirder when we meet Griff’s love interest, Melody (Maeve Dermody), the equally
awkward experimentalist – that’s right kids they’re not called scientists anymore! In Melody’s spare
time she falls off things, does surveys about surveys and has romantic dates at her parents’ house.
Oh, and she frequently attempts to walk through walls.

Perfect for each other yes? Perhaps. If only Melody wasn’t the girlfriend of Tim, Griff’s somewhat
irritating, but well-meaning brother.

How will our hero work through this doozy?

At worst, Griff the Invisible is one of the most clichéd superhero films ever made. But at best, it’s a
fascinating take on a stale and previously predictable genre. The haters will say it’s an example of
why Australian film struggles – no budget, no pizzazz, no direction, no oomph. While those who love
it will say it’s a good laugh, with a whole lot of heart in the deeper, more solemn moments thrown
in to keep the story honest. A fun soundtrack provided by Sydney band ‘Kids at Risk’ also ensures
there’s never a dull moment in the film.

With well received screenings at the Berlin Film Festival and Toronto Film Festival, Griff the Invisible

is certainly worth seeing, and it should sit well with most audiences.

Check it out. There’s never been a superhero so adorable.

…well maybe Tobey McGuire’s Spiderman comes close.

Griff the Invisible is in theatres March 17.

3/5

Gentle Ben and His Sensitive Side

February 23, 2011

by Benny Doyle

GENTLE BEN & HIS SENSITIVE SIDE, SEJA, KEEP ON DANCIN’S – WOODLAND (18.02.11)

Opening the evening are drifting fuzz kids Keep On Dancin’s and although you can sense there is a vision to what they’re trying to achieve, the execution is far from perfect. When the pop melodies rise above the low-fi shoegazing wash of noise, you can almost feel the seasalt encrusting on your skin through the vocals of Jacinta Walker and Yuri Johnson. However the tracks get bogged down in a messy mix all too frequently with the quieter moments of the set
lacking punch.

With twin towering synth and keys already putting Seja at odds with the overall vibe of the evening, the fun and ever playful local songstress provides a quirky mash-up of sounds both familiar and foreign. Beautiful orchestral  dreamscapes like that of I’ll Get To You provide a complete aural experience while the uplifting fun of Silver In My Eye is childlike in a way that makes you dream longingly for your old Commodore ’64. Tackling a plethora of sounds
and sonic emotions, Seja never fails to provide an experience that is as much chin stroker as it is completely elating.

Ben Corbett is one of this country’s prized underground frontmen. But away from the chaos of SixFtHick, he holds a swagger and swoon that emanates from the music of Gentle Ben & His Sensitive Side. With new album Magnetic Island to promote, the clarity of Corbett’s vocal delivery is a shot in the arm while HSS sail along with a western rock twang that compliments seamlessly. The twisted tales of life loved, love lost and hearts won proves to be thought provoking and engaging while Corbett’s twisted, jarring movements sporadically make you worry he could still leap from his skin and smash a glass on his head, or yours, at any moment – exactly what live music should be.

Loreena McKennitt: The Wind That Shakes The Barley

February 16, 2011
By Kevin Hedgehog
If you are looking for ear shattering, mind numbing, metal tinged volume then this album is definitely NOT for you. But if being swept along by a gentle wind of traditional celtic airs with strong vocals spinning tales of loves lost and won, then you will find this album an aural delight.

Canadian singer/harpist Loreena McKennitt has been recording for a quarter of a century, and has delved into a fusion of folk, pop and world. This album, however, finds her returning to her original Celtic roots with interpretations of classic Scottish, Irish and English favourites. Also in the mix are lesser known traditional songs such as “The Death Of Queen Jane”, a tale about the third wife of Henry VIII, Jane Seymour.

There are two instrumental tracks on the album including “The Emigration Tunes”, an original piece based on an Gorta Mór (The Great Hunger or as we know it, The Potato Famine) of the mid 1800s, and the links between Ireland and Canada.

None better though than the opening song, “As I Roved Out” in which McKennitt’s haunting voice soars to the heavens, taking the willing listener with her on every note. If that doesn’t win you over then it’s back to the music bins in search of some more Seattle grunge.

No Strings Attached Movie Review

February 16, 2011

by Rachel Tinney

Is it possible to be friends that have sex? No spooning or cuddling, no falling asleep (especially with your clothes on), no listing as emergency contacts – it’s purely about the physical. Emma (Natalie Portman), too busy for a real relationship, decides to give it a go with Adam (Ashton Kutcher), a boy she shut down at a summer camp 15 years ago.
Their relationship begins awkwardly, when a young Adam asks young Emma “Can I finger you?”. Since politely saying “No”, their paths have barely crossed, although Emma did manage to drag Adam along to “some stupid thing” – aka her father’s funeral. After the wake, she tells Adam to not contact her again. But alas they meet again a year later, this time after Adam finds out his ex-girlfriend is now sleeping with his father. Out on an insanely drunken bender, Adam eventually calls Emma who comes to his rescue, only to have him wave his penis at her before passing out. A remorseful Adam wakes to discover what happened but a charming Emma laughingly brushes it aside saying “It looked kinda… carefree”. From there, they have a quickie, which leads to another and another and another… But Emma is reluctant to commit to a real relationship, hence the sex buddies relationship is born.
We’ve not heard from Natalie for a few years now, but she’s decided to come back to our screens with a vengeance and slap us in the face with not one, but three movies all at once. After watching the brilliant masterpiece that is Black Swan, you’d think never in her right mind would she come back to you with a rom-com. But she has, and with the king of rom-coms Ashton Kutcher of all people. Natalie does seem a little out of her element trying to bring out the comedienne inside of her, but she doesn’t actually do that bad a job, clearly revelling in the fact she’s able to let her hair down.
Considering there are probably 50 other Hollywood movies about the exact same thing, No Strings Attached is quite an entertaining movie. The jokes are more witty and intelligent and there are actually more than a few laugh out loud moments – the best of all being the ‘Period Mix’ Adam makes Emma containing such hits as Leona Lewis’ ‘Bleeding Love’ and Frank Sinatra’s ‘I’ve Got the World on a String’.
It’s pretty obvious as to how the movie is going to end, but there are a few moments that shake up the generic formula of a rom-com. It’s also interesting to see the movie isn’t filled with beautiful Hollywood starlets. Of course, there’s Natalie and Ashton, but some of the supporting characters have their own hang-ups and lumps and bumps making it more of a realistic scenario. As realistic as the clichéd story can be of course. And for a movie all about sex, there is a surprising lack of it…

Queens of the Stonge Age Re-Release

February 9, 2011

By Benny Doyle

You know the feeling right? The feeling when you have forgotten just how amazing, how tasty, how aurally delectable something is, only for it to come back to you and blow your mind twice as much… right? Yeah, you know the feeling all too well. Well this is what happened when a reissued and remastered debut from Queens Of The Stone Age made love with my stereo last week, the soundtrack to a thousand miles of open highway melting my speakers with gluttonous bass riffs, piercing six string noodling and an unrelenting kick drum rhythm.

As the perfect bridging album between the collapse of Kyuss and the birth of QOTSA, it’s a natural progression in sound that tips it’s hat to its chequered past while making the promising future the new venture was bringing on at the time hard to ignore. And as far as partnerships of the riff go and the output that together they provided, Josh Homme and Nick Oliveri are etched in rock history. Unrelenting throughout the album, the opening treble of Regular John, Avon and If Only are three of the best songs the pair ever played together on and now, in all their studio shined glory, they sound punchier and more flooring than ever.

Although the bonus tracks on this release are nothing special, especially for the fan whose collection takes in far too many singles, 7” and b-sides, the hit or miss nature of the additional tunes are irrelevant. What is relevant is the chemical induced sleaze of Mexicola, the hypnotic pummelling’s of How To Handle A Rope (A Lesson In The Lariat) or the pogoing insanity of Hispanic Impressions. And now listening with a fresh set of ears, 13 years after this debut first hit shelves, the increased relevance of the music is more poignant than ever before.

Laneway Review

February 9, 2011

By Liza Harvey

It was an unrelenting hot and dry day as the punters packed into the streets of Fortitude Valley for Brisbane’s 5th St Jerome’s Laneway Festival. The space filled quickly into the wee hours of the afternoon, with spots in the forgiving shade taken up fast by the sweltering masses.

The first stop I made was to the Inner Sanctum Stage, where Bear In Heaven warmed the hearts of many… well, some. Their set was nice, but perhaps a little forgettable. In their defense however, the pure humidity and excited restlessness of the freshly-arrived crowd had a fair influence on Bear In Heaven’s set. The fact they had “Bear” in their name certainly didn’t help their cause either; with the whole ordeal becoming a bit of a running joke amongst the punters, as waves of confused and purposely ironic comparisons to other “Bear-bands” floated like vicious rumors. Just goes to show that following band-name trends will undoubtedly lead to destruction of the creator by the creation.

After Bear in Heaven, I ventured out into the bitumen wasteland, where Beach House took to the stage, adorned by shiny-metallic shapes of confetti. Beach House carried all the presence of a big festival headline act, and certainly demanded the attention and respect of the crowd. Unfortunately the power of the heat was so overwhelming that many fans retreated to the shady outskirts. The thought that dusk was quickly coming was an extremely comforting thought.

When Gareth Liddiard graced the stage, flaunting a great “I’m a grumpy old bastard so fuck you” attitude, I felt a little bit of warm, fuzzy, affection for the grizzly old sea-dog. His set was without a doubt definitely one of the highlights of Laneway. Liddiard seemed to bring a bit of sanity back to the sweltering heat, shaded by the warehouses he was wedged between as well as a definite cool sense of a man none too afraid of the stage. His on-stage banter as well as giving the crowd the opportunity to pick the last song definitely added a strong sense of intimacy that often lacks at festivals. Summed up, Gareth Liddiard was highly refreshing.

It was with much anticipation that I headed back into the suffocating humidity of the Inner Sanctum to watch Blonde Redhead. My excitement for one of my favourite bands was not disappointed. Perhaps slightly delayed by the sound problems that plagued their first song, but they pushed on and didn’t crack the big-festival-act-hissy-fit-because-of-bad-sound gag. Blonde Redhead played a well balanced set filled with old hits and new, and performed everything in pure perfection, keeping the audience to full attention. Despite the band being in action since 1993, front woman Kazu Makino and twin brothers Simone and Amedeo Pace carried a sense of sass and sexiness that was extremely gripping. Makino took to the stage like liquid; flowing along in a way that made me jealous and want to learn how to dance like her.

I ended Laneway with Holy Fuck, and was very happy to leave it there. There was something lovely and refreshing about an electronic band that didn’t result to cheap song structures that so many popular electronic/indie/dance bands are to make their audiences move. This is what really intrigued me about Holy Fuck, and they really kept their audiences guessing which made every break and drop all that bit more exciting. What amused me most about Holy Fuck was their merchandise included pink underwear with “Holy Fuck” cheakily written on the back.

Overall, it was a real shame that the heat seemed to overwhelm everything about Laneway, making it extremely difficult to enjoy a lot of the earlier bands. One thing that amused me most about the festival was the fact that Tognini’s hairdresser had set up shop in the Laneway Markets… I thought it was a highly intriguing festival gig, until a friend pointed out how uncomfortable it would be to have to walk around with tiny bits of hair sticking to the sweat on the back of your neck and chest after getting a haircut. This, undoubtedly, put me completely off the idea…

Laneway seems to be on the way to becoming a ‘token-festival’, but I think you can hardly blame the festival organizers than the unrelenting onslaught of Jaydos look- alikes… RIP to legitimate music festival-goers? Maybe.

Cool Cats

February 1, 2011

A cross section of fashion and culture in Fortitude Valley…

Name: Bessie

Occupation: Accessory designer.

Favourite song right now? Jonzi – Go Do.

Fashion item you wish would make a comeback? Spats.

Guilty pleasure? Dolly Parton.

Favourite Brisbane hang out? The Joynt.

 

Name: Matt.

Occupation: Waiter/Bar Attendant.

Favourite song right now? Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – I Had a Dream, Joe.

Fashion item you wish would make a comeback? Sixties fashions.

Guilty pleasure? Consumerism.

Favourite Brisbane hang out? Ric’s Bar.

Name: Jack.

Occupation: Student.

Favourite song right now? Okkervil River – You Can’t Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man.

Fashion item you wish would make a comeback? Hawaiian shirts.

Guilty pleasure? The Backstreet Boys.

Favourite Brisbane hang out? Ric’s Bar.