Musical memory is a tricky thing. It’s too easy to define an era with a single cliche. Looking back at the 1990s, I’m not sure where grunge-Madonna-pointy-tits ends and Kurt Cobain begins. Thanks, MTV.
Musical memory is a tricky thing. It’s too easy to define an era with a single cliche. Looking back at the 1990s, I’m not sure where grunge-Madonna-pointy-tits ends and Kurt Cobain begins. Thanks, MTV.
It is midnight and you haven’t started your essay; these tunes will get you through till sun up and let you feel like you have achieved at least a pass.
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Allow yourself to wind back that clock, settle into your best 2 piece suit and be prepared to Rock your balls off. It’s the mid 60’s rampaging kick arse mother fucker...
If you ever find yourself in a pub, club, themed restaurant or any place of business and hear the usual drone of ‘what has Australian music ever done’ I give you the ...
“Right now, it’s time to Kick out the Jams Mother Fuckers,” is bellowed by Wayne Kramer - supposedly it was a purely egotistical claim from the band