Housekeeping – 2nd Apology

2 consecutive apologies doesn’t make for good reading so i’ll keep this short. Sorry for being neglectful, i don’t know where June, July and August went. My girlfriend told me this story once about her relatives in the USA that own a tortoise, and they put it in a box every winter and force it to hibernate. Well, Tough Hugs was forced into a hibernation box by my girlfriend’s relatives in the USA, but the warm spring air is pumping life through its icy, reptilian veins once more.

Over the next few weeks i’m gonna try and post everyday, no matter how trivial and uninteresting- that’s how much you mean to me, ok? Prepare for a bombardment of intensive-2012-catch-up-posting. I’m going to mechanically pump out some short and sweet and bitter (like a bi-polar midget) Live Reviews, Album Reviews, bands to check out, etc until we get back into the swing of things. Cuteeeeeee.



Housekeeping – Apology / Snacks to Bide You Over

Just when i was building some consistency, i fold like a Ben.
I’m a current victim of the end-of-semester student serial-butt-head. But i’ll be back and regular in a few days time, with a frequency that could heat your food with questionable safety.

In the mean time, here’s a few special treats i picked up from the servo just for you:

Breakbot feat. Irfane – 1 Out Of 2

My ben-friend Ben (not Folds, he’s not a folder, in fact he hates folders, he’s more of a binder-kinda-guy) introduced me to the deadly Breakbot – Irfane combo one night and i swear i didn’t poop for a week, in a good way. I think it was because everything inside of me wanted to keep listening to Baby I’m Yours, including my fecal matter.

Well they’re back and so’s the Metamucil. Disco-droppin’, Club-bangin’, Romp-pomp-a-chompn’ berry-bliss-balls.

R.L Jones – Everybody wants to be your friend

Sound Doctrine were kind enough to share this beaut; Rohin Jones from Middle East fame has released a Kurt-Viley, The War On Drugs-ish, poppy-er, track and i don’t care what you say- i’m double dipping.

Speaking of The War on Drugs and Ben Folds and not pooping, Harvest got announced this week!

Again, poaching quality over quantity, they’ve nabbed Beck, Sigur Rós, Grizzly Bear, The Black Angels, The Dandy Warhols, Beirut, Santigold and some other cool dudes. Mike Patton’s Mondo Cane is oddly high on the bill as well, either my perceptions of musician’s status is out of whack or maybe it was like a condition of playing- own trailer and ego-massaging 3rd spot on bill.

And i also got you a curly-wurly :)

AUSHOWCASE: Bored Nothing

The dream of the 90’s is alive in Portland! And also in Bored Nothing’s organ of fire (just watched The English Patient and i’m Natalie Imbruglia Torn – part of me thought the film was quite b-e-a-utiful, and the other part of me HATES (not as much as Elaine) being positioned to look favourably on adultery- hmmm, bit too heavy for this blog, cheer up with this!).

Back to the showcase of talent i’m proud was birthed in the same nation i call home! Bored Nothing is the hobby-craft of Melbourne dude Fergus Miller who grabbed a 4-track off ebay and swathed himself in a Heatmiser/Sonic Youth/Red House Painters cocoon. Talking to Miller he admitted that he in fact fashioned a medallion similar to that of the AURYN out of flannel, tazos and leftover-hair-trimmings from mushroom-bowl cuts. This amulet leeches off the strength of Malkmus, Moore and Mascis and feeds Miller a borderline-lethal dose of 90’s juju.

Look, this stuff is good. Reaaaaaal good. Zan Rowe tends to think so as well if my opinion doesn’t hold the gate-keeper validity you desire.
Only Old effortlessly lures you in like a cartoon-pie-scent, with it’s coy electric licks. Miller’s voice compliments it perfectly, it’s the kind of compliment you want your best friend to give your girlfriend- really nice, but not too nice, not like ‘back-off nice’. And then the fuzzball, lo-fi chorus rips in and you have a new favourite song.
Charlie’s Creek is another stand out- it’s dripping wet with the body fluids of Elliot Smith; Miller’s influences are clear and impeccable.

Other tracks take longer to curl around your ear-buds, but eventually fall into place. 2 conclusions: Fergus needs to get a live band together because to not play this stuff, and hear this stuff, and experience this stuff in a live setting would be a waste. Fergus makes really crappy (but forgivable) album artworks.

Here’s an interview where Fergus actually gave me permission to ‘edit the shit out of it and take things out of context to make me sound like an ass.’ Brave.
It’s long for internet-adhd standards, so i’ve emboldened all the snips i thought we’re the most interesting.

Shout Outs

Massive props to my main man Mickey T for the Tough Hugs logo. Michael is my muse, my inspiration, my soul-sister. We rarely hug, but when we do, heads turn. He has also shared with me incredible, life-changine music over the years (Mew, Mars Volta and Autolux to name a few), the guy even got me into Radiohead for goodness sake. So without Michael James Thurbin i’d probably be a successful sports journalist by now.

Also, you can now like us on FB, another avenue for my shallow insights and wistful drivel (and spam).  

Live Review: OPOSSOM, GoodGod, 16/5/2012

Written for FasterLouder

hey Kody. taken from under the radar


Like the Mint Chicks, Kody Nielson has created something playful, adventurous and brimming with attitude and mirth-explosions. OPOSSOM stands/crouches, poised over 2012, ready to steal it and make a trophy-belt out of its flesh. They took to the GoodGod stage to share the unfamiliar, but highly anticipated material from upcoming debut – Electric Hawaii.

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My Week in Segues #1

New category in honour of one of my favourite journalistic devices/mode of transport – segues!

ily GOB. taken from celebrity vine

The brilliance of an individual segue is measured by how different the subjects are that it’s bridging, and how few planks (or words, we’re not actually building a bridge duffers) are used. If you can connect mandarins and genital warts in 3 words or less, Tracy Grimshaw might as well step down now. If you want to play at home, go to Wikipedia, think of 2 polar opposite subjects, and try and connect the 2 by clicking on the blue link-words, go on, Settlers of Catan to Alan Rickman. Personally, the tackier, the better.

Speaking of better, i AM feeling a little better, thanks for asking. I was crook this past week- thus the lack of kewl blog posts.

Speaking of things that are sick- The Stone Roses played their first show in 16 years!!! Made of Stone would be up there in the all-timers for me. Yeah, Stereogum told me that it was free for 1000 people, you just had to bring a piece of Stone Roses memorabilia for admission. For the rest of us 7 Billion people who missed out, make their setlist on iTunes, call your friends over and pray for an Australian tour. And if you don’t have them in your collection, first hang your head in shame and either amend this or go to Spotify.

Speaking of Spotify, how sick’s Spotify! Launching in Australia this week, it’s a real game changer. Jono Seidler did a neat write up about Spotify Anxiety over at Pedestrian. Some noted effects on our consumption include:
-kid locked in toy store over night syndrome. Except instead of overnight it’s forever, and there are millions of songs, and you have to hear them all right now. I’m the worst- i’ve jumped from old Of Montreal to new Lotus Plaza to Orange Juice to Grimes to Jack White to BJM to Bruce Springsteen- it never ends.
-sharing music wiv frendz/spying on what they’re listening too
-another shift in our attitudes towards music and hard copies (bye bye CDs).
I’m just using the free version now and it’s working out fine, you can grin and bear the odd add here and there. What i can’t grin and bear though is that there’s no Adele on Spotify! And no OPOSSOM (yet).

Speaking of OPOSSOM, get your fix in the meantime with debut album, Electric Hawaii, streaming over here! Looks destined for end of year top ten lists. The live and album reviews are on their way.

Speaking of ‘on their way’, i’ve also got a BJM live and album review in the works, an AUSHOWCASE with Melbourne-koolkat Bored Nothing and a half-yearly wrap up, all in the next few weeks- i’ll try and post twice a week, even if it’s just a deceiving article like this one where i pretend to talk about something interesting but actually don’t.

Speaking of this article, it’s about segues.

Speaking of segues, we’ve come full circle. Super lazy.

Dig It: Best Coast – The Only Place

Ocean, babes, sun, waves- these are Beth Cosentino’s selling points for the fine state that is being lovingly embraced on the album cover. And that’s what The Only Place is; a fuzzy, warm, endearing bear-hug / a continuation of Best Coast’s love affair with sunny, happy-go-lucky Californ-i-ay! 

While the themes of Crazy For You have carried on (y’know, boyfriends, girlfriends, that’s pretty much it), the opening riff immediately reveals a polished, cleaner sound without straying into over-produced. It remains defiantly Best Coasty, just with its hair washed.

Here’s a nibbly track-by-track run down. I’ve emboldened the gateway songs.

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