In Witchdoctor’s famous BLINDFOLD TEST, we invite a musician into an audiophile sound lounge and play them a provocative record selection. This week, former Thompson Twins and sometime International Observer TOM BAILEY is put to the test at Auckland’s Audio Reference showroom. GARY STEEL is the DJ selector.
GARY STEEL has a mid-to-late-life crisis as he loses his man-cave and pontificates the importance of exactitude in the filing of record collections, and other related ephemera.
So says GARY STEEL, who interviewed Hans Joachim Irmler of the Krautrock legends in 2006. Presented as part of an ongoing series, Flashes From The Archives Of Oblivion, in which Steel dredges up key moments from his considerable archive. When Real Groove’s esteemed editor gave me the rare opportunity to […]
GARY STEEL enthuses over an album that reverberates with soothing trumpet, atmospheric ‘found’ sounds and imaginative evocation.
GARY STEEL actually listens all the way through a bunch of albums and has his say about them.
Devin Abrams’ last album as Pacific Heights won him the electronic music category at the NZ Music Awards. Its follow-up is a – wait for it! – concept album, explains GARY STEEL.
From the archives of oblivion: Every week GARY STEEL rescues a story from his bulging back pages. This week it’s the turn of the King of doom, Peter Hammill, one of the most fascinating figures of ’70s rock and leader of Van Der Graaf Generator. Rock history is littered […]
Don’t worry, it’s the 21st Century, it’s okay to like pop music and weird shit too, writes GARY STEEL.
Dudley Benson’s Zealandia starts and ends with the sound of crickets, but it’s what’s in between that really sends GARY STEEL
Three legendary artists reviewed, a double album, a triple album and a seven-disc box set of rare gems.
Back in the early 1980s Alms For Children turned into This Sporting Life and then disappeared before many even knew about them. Now, at last, there’s a compilation to memorialise them, writes GARY STEEL
In which that old sourpuss GARY STEEL bends his tattered ears in the direction of his Dad-rock wind-up gramophone to assess a selection of the latest sounds.