PK encounters a group who sound like they ended up in their practice room via a quirk of fate.
Peter Kearns is wowed by a record that (wait for it!) has something to say. What a change from the me-me-me generation.
Peter Kearns goes on a quest to find songs that can boast more than a good riff or a good line or a good melody. Songs that have everything, just like the old days.
Peter Kearns mourns the end of one particular kind of wizard, and a true star.
Follow me, follow my playlist, says PETER KEARNS.
It’s always accidental when Peter Kearns likes something that other people like, too. But sometimes it happens, like on today’s Juju Jukebox playlist.
Does The Beatles’ “lost” material point a way forward for 21st century groups whose each and every fart and chunder ends up polluting the worldwide web? Despite it all, PK finds some gems to plunder asunder.
A bluegrass version of The Who’s rock opera Tommy? What will Gary Steel make of that?
At last, a space-age African hybrid that rivals or even supercedes Adrian Sherwood’s 1980s productions.
Peter Kearns introduces the newly refabricated Juju Jukebox, in which he laments the tiny percentage of good stuff on the current scene, and gives his surprise endorsement to some classic Aussie rockers.
Gary Steel reviews a sophisticated slice of well-marketed world music product that will probably background many barbecues this summer.
It’s not so much Róisín Murphy’s singing or songwriting that distinguishes her latest, writes Gary Steel, but the sophisticated noir-electronica backing.