A year on from her debut album, Harmony Byrne has gifted us all with the musical equivalent of a home-cooked meal, “Kings & Queens”. The Dja Dja Wurrung (Daylesford) based artist has created her very own spellbinding spin on folk storytelling that reflects her Mormon upbringing but also her disposition to the blues and rock and roll.
Ahead of the national tour for his new EP “Don’t Change For The World (Like It’s Changing Me),” we caught up with Noah Dillon to chat about all things music (and other less relevant things we asked him).
2021 is looking like a phenomenal year for local synth-pop. Just a couple of weeks ago, These New South Whales’ frontman Mossy released a Kate Bush-esque masterpiece “Shade”, Flyying Colours shared a fantastic shoegaze fuelled sophomore album and on Sunday, Awabakal (Newcastle) based artist Punko has delivered one of the strongest synth driven tracks of the year.
lways a wealth of suspense when a busker begins to set up for the day. For many, the curiosity will never be satisfied as their suitcase guides them to their next meeting or they run sheepishly to a bus that they’ll narrowly miss. But I had nowhere to be, so I took a seat on the raw marble base of the Queen Victoria Statue to wait for a young girl to finish connecting her microphone. Her friend sat nearby in support, egging her on to help overcome any initial nerves.
With two fabulous EP’s out in the world, Swoon has really captured the essence of low-fi surf rock. “Safeguard” is the fifth track released by the Yugambeh based musician so far this year and it’s mandatory listening.
Asteroid Blues have now released their first single “Caffeine & LSD”. The track was premiered on Orbital Radio and described as “a bit of a magical escape” by Oscar Byrne.
Following his track “Valentine” released last month, Angelo Benz is back with a hyperpop stonker “Birdman”. The Sydney based producer has built a following from his SoundCloud releases to date, covering a bunch of genres from Pop Punk to Electronic.
The first time I heard this track was at the Chippo Hotel, just a few months before Sydney would go into its second lockdown. I treated myself to a Newtowner and headed downstairs, completely innocent to the fact that I was about to have my socks knocked off by an Austinmer four-piece rendering some of the most authentic 70s psychedelia I’ve ever experienced. Now, you and I alike are able to enjoy “Writing On The Wall” whenever we please.