Albert Hammond Jr on his new album, the nineteen-track double-record, Melodies On Hiatus.

This week, our editor has been listening to the soundtrack of a movie that may or may not exist.

Sun Bum’s new concert series, Sonny’s Porch, kicked off with Mattson 2 in Cocoa Beach, and we were there with beers, sunscreen, and a Polaroid camera.

Open bar, excellent bands, open bar, free pizza, open bar, good people, and an open bar.

The My Bloody Valentine frontman says the instructions for his new Fender Pedal are correct, but he doesn’t do it that way, and neither should you.

A band you should know.

And Sam Brumby films the whole thing.

Our worst one yet!

‘Fuck you all, we’re coming back to America,’ and they did.

The band on their new record and sounding like they don’t worship at the arbitrary alter of Joy Division.

Nostalgic songs for late night travels and youthful hopes.

A song specifically and scientifically designed to calm anxious thoughts.

A weekend with Momma through the plastic lens of their disposable camera.

What is it like to be the most ahead-of-the-trend wizards in the music business?

Roof repairs needed at Sydney’s Crow Bar.

‘We don’t attract a lot of shitty bros that are there for the pit, and nobody is liking Frankie Cosmos because it’s cool anymore.’

What we are listening to this week based on what we listened to last week.

Only the finest for Sydney Opera House’s 50th birthday.

The band makes their own music, and it’s quite good.

Holiday Records wanna get you waxed.