Majestic and meditative. Two words that immediately surface in response to Paul McLaney’s new offering The Daylight Moon. After a long run of albums as the constant presence in ‘post-prog’ band Gramsci, McLaney now offers a solo project.
Barry Saunders and The Warratahs have just released their new album, Burning Daylight, one that has The 13th Floor’s Robin Kearns thinking…here are his thoughts.
10cc brought their Ultimate Ultimate Hits Tour to Auckland last night and The 13th Floor’s Robin Kearns took to the ferry to find out if one original member makes a band. Chris Zwaagdyk provides photographic evidence.
This is no ordinary country album. But we should expect nothing less from Ketch Secor: writer, archivist, public speaker, multi-instrumentalist and founder of Old Crow Medicine Show.
It’s old time waiata on the sound system as Spark Arena fills. This wouldn’t be my choice of venue, I mutter within, descending the steep concrete steps, feet sticking to concrete floor from accumulations of beer spillage at past shows. I want to see Marlon Williams, but not here. But by the end, I see […]
Van Morrison fans tend to be loyal. My friend Tim named his dog after the musician. And back when I was 21, I was besotted enough with Van to go to Ireland and take a train south of Dublin just to walk The Streets of Arklow (a favourite song off 1974’s Veedon Fleece).
There’s something otherworldly about Phoebe Rings’ debut album: a somewhat mysterious title and a sound as transporting as the band’s name suggests. And maybe it’s just what we need in these times.
This year NZ Music Month is leaking into June. At least on Waiheke where Hollie Smith has brought The Bones Tour to the island’s theatre. Sold out and not surprising. Despite only 40 minutes away by ferry, we rarely get the bigger names in Kiwi music here.
Last night…described as ‘Selected Songs’ amounted to a dream set list, reaching back into a catalogue of Aotearoa’s finest compositions that zero in on Dave Dobbyn’s central themes: love, hope and rootedness in this land.
Has the Tuning Fork ever seen such gusto in both a band and crowd? Perhaps. But I doubt it. The Longest Johns – three lads from Bristol – take the crowd on a rollicking voyage from the get-go, with the opening songs generating energy usually reserved for an encore.
