Wednesday, October 29

Summer music


The gig at the Alley Cat was a fine one indeed it seems. The sound guy Chris was a loverly gentleman. Indeed. 

In other news, I have had the divine luck to witness Because of Ghosts at the venue at Salamanca, and previously I saw Mt Eerie. Mt Eerie was cool, I never heard of this name, though I`d heard of the microphones before many times ... same dude, different moniker. very eccentric indeed, but so watchable. 

The thing that makes Because of Ghosts stand out must to be a bunch of factors … hard to pin down to be sure. One of them I feel is their mixture of Morricone-messy guitar playing from Reuben Stanton and the exuberant drums spraying from Jacob Pearce’s kit … the man has a style it has to be said. The quiet nature that Dominic and Reuben Stanton have at the front of the stage is beautifully concentrated between them and their brother bobbing around over his kingdom of drumskins. Dominic’s bass anchors and paces the music thoughtfully and gracefully. As the spokesman for the musicians between songs his gentle nature further emphasised


On Saturday the 25th, Because of Ghosts came to play ‘the Venue’ in Hobart, Tasmania. Their first gig on the island. With moppish hair and good Melbournian fashion sensibility they took the stage with an ease and serenaded the audience with huge sounds inflicted with heartache. The one thing that makes them stand out from the mainstay of post-rock fare is their ability to draw out a truly beautiful musical storytelling melody and back it up with a feeling and intensity that seems plausible. Not just relying on the time honoured tradition of building up the sound out of the ground in an hour long crescendo.


I would not suggest that long drawn-out crescendos is a bad way to go about making music on stage. Many a band has sucked the audience in with a breath of their lungs in the valley and spat them out at the top of the mountain. I remain an avid fan of Bolero to this day and believe that it’s relevance will be sustained throughout history and, indeed, it’s simple exercise in crescendo make the point that it should also remain as a damn fine tradition in music which is currently being held up high and true by such greats as Explosions in the Sky, Sigur Ros and other post-rock lumieres of our age. Somehow, this band that we were watching tonight, were standing as tall as the others. Reuben Stanton’s guitar would seem to play billions of separate notes rather than strum his guitar. His hand slowly floats above the strings in his fashion and pulled us up with them into a multitude of loops and longing. If the aim of music is inflict the rainbow of emotions, elevating us above the every day, then this was a music that the world should take note of. And they kindly brought themselves across the Strait to visit. Plugging their album This culture of background noise, they play their way through a barrage of halcyon nostalgia and gorgeous sentiments. These nice young chaps from the mainland left the audience in a very loving mood … buzzing even, like their noise. A rare treat. 

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