The Hampdens' ethereal, echoing melodies are the ideal soundtrack to a dissonant adolescence.

Little Red indeed remain a band to watch, although they'll probably be finding you.

I wonder if Sofia Loren has actually moved to Australia to sell sausages to munters at festivals.

The duo of Alex Scally and Victoria Legrand create music that's best enjoyed alone, not pressed against your fellow listeners.

Since its inception in early 2007, the Albert's Basement moniker, centred on the curatorship of Michael Zulicki, has put on a seemingly endless stream of gigs around Melbourne's inner-north.

Annie Clark's vocals represented a unique solution to a common problem.

There's something to be said for familiarity.

“This is a give and take people! We give, you give, we take, you take!”

Sometime between first and second songs, the glasses came off, and Sheff metamorphosed into a roaring, spewing, fiery rock ‘n' roll deity.

If anyone happens to stumble upon the real Ruby Suns, please drop me a line and let me know how brilliant they are.

The unusually high beard-to-crowd ratio makes sense, as Sam Beam comes on stage sporting a face-rug that would make Chewbacca feel like a bit of a pansy.

The live setting allowed the band to stretch the wings of each song and demonstrate their distinctive sound.

Even die-hard fans of Broken Social Scene were losing interest.

It's a chicken-and-egg thing, really. Does a great show make a great audience, or does a show need an enthused, engaged following to rise above the countless other gigs taking place around the city on...

If you'd never been to The Northcote Social Club before, then you may be wondering what is going on as you pass through the band room doors.

Melbourne seemed to be suffering from one monstrous hangover tonight.