Aug
30
posted by tommy

I think we need to talk about this one because it’s working for me in a big way. Full disclosure, I know Hannah In Real Life and I’m Writing About The Music Of A Friend but I’m wholly impartial when I say she can sing and sing well. That’s no new info, but something seems to have clicked recently and she’s combining that whole ‘can sing really well’ thing with ‘can write good songs’ and the combination of the two, as history will attest, often bears fruit. Her new song was home-studio’d into existence with the help of Tim Fitz who is going to be known for his production credits as much as his own output if he doesn’t settle down. He’s also rumoured to have been recording with Birds With Thumbs and March Of The Real Fly lately. Whoa Tim Fitz! Take it easy fella! Anyway, back to this song- guitar resolves and unresolves, back and forth in the background as Hannah builds to a drum heavy crescendo. The last thirty seconds sees vocal untether itself from lyric and it’s sort of a little bit kind of really a beautiful sound.

Aug
28
posted by Dat Mavis

The last two weeks have been something of a rage induced flurry in the sound doctor clinic. The three or four of us have been pacing up and down the corridors, muttering as our breath mists in front of us, occasionally even slamming our fists down on a desk. I guess we are just angry because it’s winter, and we don’t have a heater. That’s life on the frontier for you. When I was a kid we didn’t even have houses, we had to shack up under a mound of dead possums because that was all we could afford. Time passes but nothing seems to change right? Meanwhile, Jeff from accounts hasn’t sent a payment through to any of the writers in over nine months. There’s mutiny afoot.

Then, from nowhere, like the warm breath of summer that feels as though it will never come, Bored Nothing’s new track ‘Ice Cream Dream’ shimmered over the horizon and into our open but still fairly cold arms. Steadily chugging rhythm guitar underpins the downcast vocals, a sharp guitar line cuts through the squall. If Fergus Miller’s eponymous debut record as Bored Nothing set him up as the prince of shimmering-downcast-lo-shoe-fi-gaze-guitar pop, it looks like his second record Some Songs, due October 22nd on Spunk will make him the genre’s King. I suspect that this cut might be something of sweet intermission among a topically heavier collection of tracks. I spent a minute digging for the connecting thread of the songs underlying metaphor but I’m not so sure there is one. “Everything’s exactly how it seems”. Ice cream dreams.

And, look, if you’re not convinced yet, Ferg has followed it straight up with a tidy cover of Mac Demarco’s excellent ‘My Kind of Woman’ but before I got a chance to show you, that scumbag Miller pulled it down again. You’ll have to content yourself with this older, balder, fatter cover of FKA Twigs’ Water Me.

Read: Australian Artists Pick Their Favourite Australian Songs of 2013 feat Bored Nothing

Aug
21
posted by tommy

I’d argue that it was immediately clear from his first single ‘Intuition’ that Charlie Tait was an starkly recognizable talent. The few pieces I’ve read about this song appear to say differently, arguing that it’s this new one that proves it wasn’t a fluke but if you reckon you can fluke that production on the first track then you’re drug addled, fella, and I’m not the “whoops, that’s a lot of pseudephadrine!” sort of addled, neither. Nothing lowers the tone of a written piece than the word ‘fluke’ does it? Anywho, The attention this guy pays to the bottom end is the defining strength of this production. It’s almost as if this is a sunnier, daytime counterpart to the closeted gloom that is the recent (and wonderful) LUCIANBLOMKAMP record. Attention paid to the sonic nuances around the beat is complimented by some vocal Justin Vernonisms and an unexpectedly hooky chorus and the sum total is a very, very listenable song.

Aug
20
posted by tommy

 

When I launched Sound Doctrine Show & Tell with a backyard session from Yon Yonson I had no idea that it would soon become my primary income stream. I’ve had corporate sponsorship offers, product placement opportunities, requests for celebrity cameos and hollywood studios wanting to get in on excitment, all because Andrew and Nathan smashed out last years best upbeat down track for Australia’s most popular music blog. A real rags to riches story, the sort of thing that you almost couldn’t make up. Almost.

I used all that first video hype to leverage a second Show & Tell offering, this time with Sydney’s finest. Yep, they said he’d never do it, but I convinced Tim Fitz Music himself to perform an acoustic rendition of his Triple J superhit Sour for an audience of three, four if you count the abandoned hospital we were in, which is silly – but we were in one. Soon due for demolition, we figured we’d quickly take the opportunity to immortalize the building with Tim Fitz’z ode to the greatest city on Australia’s East coast. In the absence of Tim’s multi-instrumental chicanery, the song feels a touch more sombre than its recorded counterpart and allowed a cleaner insight into the core of a Tim Fitz song.

 

Filmed by Matt Davis at Silent creative

Aug
17
posted by tommy

Our Man In Berlin is a tricky name indeed. It’s an odd moniker to adopt if you’re, let’s say, five separate humans from any place that’s not Berlin. It’s also a really special sort of brain melt to think that the name of the people singing the song you’re about to listen to actually, in itself, implies ownership of… itself. They are the man in Berlin while they simultaneously have some sort of supervisory relationship with this Berliner. After a while it sort of starts to get to you if you think too deeply on it and leads to more dangerous questions like how much does the internet weigh and is that too much? What does the D.D in D.D Dumbo stand for? What even are birds?

Their third and newest single ‘Cirrhosis’ offers immediate life answers in the form of Total Life Forever era Foals guitar rhythms and a heavily affected vocal. “Just a little more time. Just a bit of control” runs the chorus. Golly, wouldn’t that be nice. A bleaker concept still in light of the track’s title, a late stage liver disease that’s most often the result of a life of heavy drinking or hep-C. Not a lot of good cause or effect in that bundle but there’s a light-footed fleetness about the track that isn’t mired down in the sludge of the disease. I suspect the outfit are using it as a placeholder for a less bodily form of degeneration. The careful strictures of the song’s more sonic aspects tell me that this probably isn’t a band that just jam a thing out and call it finished so I’d imagine the conceptual side would follow a similar process. Whatever the case, we’re here now with this new one and I’ll be damned if it isn’t a four minutes of beautifully articulated precision.

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