Fancy a spot of spelunking? GARY STEEL reassesses Nick Cave.
Their fans will love it, but Future Islands’ fifth album sticks in GARY STEEL’s throat.
GARY STEEL is seduced by a seductive and gently adventurous album. By a drummer, no less.
GARY STEEL makes an indignant stand against a record that sounds like a C90 cassette tape that’s been thrown out of a car onto a gravel road and run over by 100 maniac lorries.
GARY STEEL recommends this album to all those lost souls who find life just too harsh and edgy.
Have you ever looked to musicians and their work as a pathway towards insight on life and transcendence? ANDREW JOHNSTONE on the two artists who influenced his search.
How did Soundgarden’s remixed and remastered album end up sounding so bad? GARY STEEL’s tinnitus screams his name.
Forget those monomaniacal one-genre grinders, here’s something that basks in a multi-hued excitation of genres. GARY STEEL is kind of smitten with Sinkane.
Gary Steel is tired of NZ musicians making albums that are glorified calling cards rather than coherent musical statements.
It’s Gazza’s Big Ketchup, wherein GARY STEEL chips away at the massive review pile that accrued during 2016.
Today, NZ’s ‘most acerbic music writer’ assesses a compilation tracing both the peaks and the lows of Ray Columbus in the ’60s.
It’s Gazza’s Big Ketchup, wherein GARY STEEL chips away at the massive review pile that accrued during 2016. Today, NZ’s ‘most acerbic music writer’ compares the claims of a press release with the reality of a band debut.