
Dreadnaught hit the stage before Testament at Sydney Uni last week, and they were a blast to photograph. Three songs only, but that was plenty to capture the drama.

“I’m Scottish born and Australian bred!” sums it up really. The Rumjacks blasted onto the stage at the Oxford Art Factory to warm up for Hell City Glamours last month and I’ve been meaning to give them a shout out ever since. At the risk of offending them and/or their fans by making sweeping generalisations that are perhaps disloyal to the band’s inherent nuances, they reminded me of the Dropkick Murphys. Of course the Dropkick Murphys are American, and their name sounds Irish to me, but heck who’s counting? In any case I’d suggest that you check out The Rumjacks if you like Celtic punk, which I definitely do.

What nice people. Apparently they took a fan bowling the other day after that person was shunned by the White Stripes, having waited hours to meet them. Anyway, coverage of this gig was my contribution to the ongoing media coverage of Splendour In The Grass, which is an Aussie music festival and a pretty big deal; yeah. As expected, this gig was subject to the “three songs, no flash” rule which, if you don’t already know, means that both blinding the band and outstaying your welcome are completely disallowed, punishable by being collared by security and thrown headlong into the mosh pit. Anyway, what this means is that you have to take photos quickly and, above all, efficiently, which is quite a skill in itself. The good news is that you (and the other photographers, and in this case a film crew) can sprint merrily up and down in front of the crowd barrier.

The Widowbirds opened for Ash Grunwald at The Metro earlier this month. I really enjoyed their set: a great stripped-back feel and sweeeet sounds

The Preachers warmed up the crowd for Black Cab at the Oxford Art Factory last week, and I feel like they deserve a blog post of their own given how much I loved their bluesy, folky, stomping sounds.
Whoa, the blog is one year old today! Rock on!!
So here is a picture of a kitten in birthday paper:

You’re welcome.

Black Cab drew quite a crowd to the Oxford Art Factory last Friday, in which were some very dedicated fans. Shooting conditions weren’t great, but the atmosphere was buzzin’

This mini festival has to have one of the best names, and I was lucky enough to be asked by Blunt Magazine to shoot the action. The Annandale Hotel has a cunning setup, whereby each of their two stages faces the other at opposite ends of the room; when one band has finished playing, all the punters have to do is spin around 180 and the next band is go! One of these stages was lit with the usual vividly-coloured LED mumbo jumbo and the other with very dim house lighting which required a flash. The event was headlined by Melbournites Mid Youth Crisis, so most of my shots were of them. Anyway enough waffle, here are some of my favourites.

Ash Grunwald put on a pretty relaxed show at The Metro on Friday. I was loving the drummer-at-one-side-of-the-stage-and-junk-percussionist-at-the-other setup. And the dirty heavy bluesy sounds weren’t too bad either