Wednesday

City and Colour: Of Space And Time

                                                                                Photography: Ken Leanfore

30 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

For twelve years, Dallas Green has been one of post-hardcore’s most unbidden sex symbols. First finding fame as the silvery-toned vocalist for Alexisonfire–until the band’s cessation in 2011–and now on his own, Green has swapped the basketball singlet for a tweed vest and button-front shirt with the more ubiquitous City and Colour.

Green is seated in a fusty, cardboard box-sized dressing room in Sydney’s Enmore Theatre; tonight will be the fourth time in just over a year that he’ll play to a sold out crowd at this venue, and the fourth time he’ll have to accept who he calls ‘the shouters.’

:: GREEN DISCUSSES HIS NEW SONG


“’Take your pants off, take your shirt off, I want your babies’,” Green lists with his eyes to the ceiling. “All those things are not so good to say.” Intriguing are the comments Green was forced to accept when he left the power chords and circle pits for analogue tape recordings and self- deprecating odes to his loved ones. But although ending his tenure with Alexisonfire was necessary to keep both his physical and mental health in tact - “the constant back and forth was driving me nuts,” Green admits – he says he expected the backlash from fans.

“I don’t think they looked at it like I was a different person, I think they saw us as two different entities,” Green says, completely nonplussed. “Last night one girl yelled ‘Bring back Alexisonfire!’ It’s like ‘What do you want me to say to that?’ ‘Okay?’ ‘Go fuck yourself?’ ‘What are you looking for from that?’”

While Green had known his time with the band was over for more than a year before the official announcement last August, Australia was barely given seven months before his second national tour with City and Colour was advertised. “I was doing all this press and when anyone would ask me questions I’d just be like ‘Oh well you know...’ Even though I had already left the band,” says Green. “It was nice having that come out and now being able to talk to the guys and have everything be cool.”

Despite his fans’ struggle to accept the basis of Alexisonfire’s demise, Australia remains, in many ways, Green’s favourite apologist. Before his third and most recent album, Little Hell, debuted at #2 on the ARIA chart and went on to reach Platinum status, we had already over-exhausted all his tour dates and committed to the idea that Green would be the artist to rekindle the art of musicianship and overslaugh fashionistic entertainers and phatic lyricism.

“I do feel like there’s a kinship between Australia and Canada and I don’t really know what it is,” he says calmly. “But I guess we both live in big countries with not that many people in it and we’re usually pretty kind to one another, we don’t have too much of a chip on our shoulder.”

A more detrimental similarity we share with Canada is our struggle to break artists in the US. While a lot of factors come in to play here, namely the sheer scope of the country, Canada seems to wear the brunt all the more, because of its close proximity. But Green could care less; he never broke through the US consciousness with Alexisonfire and his underground success there now is just the way he likes it.

“[Alexisonfire] didn’t really break in America, we were much more appreciated everywhere else but America. I think because we were so close there, some things just don’t cross over in certain territories you know?

“But the shows that I’m doing now are way bigger than I ever imagined that I could have been doing in America... I’ve done it with no media attention whatsoever. Me being on the cover of a magazine in America, it’s like, not even a feasible option,” he laughs. “No press write about me, but I’m okay with that. My thing is, the more they write about you, the more chance they have to stop writing about you.”

Green speaks with equal appetence and nonchalant composure, completely aware of his envied position; an ascent pushed solely by the votaries who convinced him to go solo in the first place.

“Certain things come and go, especially nowadays in the fickle world of the Internet where people’s attention spans change like that,” he says, clicking his fingers. “The City and Colour thing built here on its own and because I came over and toured, people were like ‘Whoa the show’s sold out, we should talk about it.’ That way I also kind of feel that it’s genuine rather that people latching on because they read or heard that it was the cool thing to like.”

Thursday

Shocking artist arrests


15 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

A celebrity arrest can usually go one of two ways: it can either suspend an artist’s career indefinitely, rendering them unfit as role models for their target demographic and on occasion stop them from touring overseas, or it can mark them in history as the mighty musician who stuck it to the man and was awarded a momentous mug shot for the adoring fans to pour over.
The below fall into neither of these categories. Rather, it’s a list of arrest subjects we think should be nominated for a Darwin Award.

The Game
In 2005 he wasn’t arrested for homophobic slander, nor was he charged for spitting on fans, or sexual harassment, or even defamation against police officers. The US rapper was detained for wearing a Halloween mask and signing autographs at a shopping centre.
In an interview with WFMY News he said: Signing a little girl’s autograph got me arrested… They thought I was Rodney King, man. It was a case of mistaken identity. It’s unfair, man. Their behaviour’s unfair." – Don’t worry, you’re still king of the ‘unfairness awards,’ hands down.

George Michael
His arrest in 1998 after he was caught masturbating in a public toilet has hung over the fancy footed singer’s head since his fluoro-donning days in Wham! The repercussions (a $810 fine and 80 hours of community service) seem like a slap on the wrist compared to the erectile and prison jokes that will forever surround him.

Foxy Brown
It has to be disclaimed that TMN do not, in any way condone violence but when a female rapper turns herself in after attacking her neighbour with a Blackberry mobile - while on probation for numerous other rage-related incidents - in 2007, we had to make an exception.

James Brown
When someone has the audacity to use your designated toilet in your office building, try and refrain from doing a James Brown, circa 1988.
The late soul-singing legend bombarded an insurance seminar next door to his office, carrying a shotgun. Police were of course, alerted which sparked a high-speed chase over the South Carolina Interstate. After over 20 bullets were shot into Brown’s tyres and he finally surrendered whilst singing Georgia On My Mind.

Ozzy Osbourne
The music industry would be a dull and healthy place without larrikins like Ozzy Osbourne. A colourful career painted with overdoses and inaudible court testimonies hadn’t even peaked in 1982 when the Black Sabbath frontman ‘defiled a national monument’ in Texas.
Urinating on the Cenotaph tomb (dedicated to the fallen) in front of the Alamo is apparently one of Osbourne’s biggest regrets and the reason why he later donated ten thousand dollars to its caretakers.

DMX
Two weeks after multi-Platinum-selling rapper, DMX premiered his film Never Die Alone in 2004, he took his method acting one step further and decided to impersonate an FBI agent with friend Jackie Hudgins at New York’s Kennedy airport.
Needless to say, DMX’s acting proved fruitless so he drove his Ford (complete with lights and sirens) through a security gate. He was charged with criminal impersonation and crack cocaine possession.
Rick Allen of Def Leppard
The stickman for ‘80s iconic band Def Leppard, lost his left arm in a car accident in 1984. Proving a limb loss wouldn’t hold him back from rock stardom Allen is still the drummer for Def Leppard whose recent tour saw them head Down Under in October last year. But Allen’s most unforgivable display of his inferiority complex happened in 1995 when he was arrested for beating his wife with his remaining arm at an LA airport.
He was put on probation and forced to attend AA and domestic violence counselling meetings and charged with spousal abuse. But to us he seems pretty armless…

Wiz Khalifa
The fact US rapper Wiz Khalifa was arrested for possession and trafficking of marijuana in November 2010 is neither surprising or amusing; it’s his desire to Tweet: "Waken...baken...wrist still achin. thnx for tha love and support… Man, jail sux," hours after posting the $300,000 bail, that caught our attention.

Tim McGraw and Kenny Chesney
Never the type to break stereotype, country music stars Tim McGraw and Kenny Chesney were arrested in 2000 for mounting a police officers horse, riding off (into the sunset we expect) and attacking the deputy sheriff who owned the beast. Oh, and the incident happened at the George Strait Country Music Festival.

Marilyn Manson
Years of parading his androgyny and sexual ambiguity can be opitimised in one event in July 2001. According to security guard Joshua Keasler, the shock rocker spat on him at a concert in Michigan, "proceeded to gyrate his hips, pressing his genitals" in a masturbatory fashion against his head and ultimately taking Keasler’s into a headlock between his thighs.

Prince
The Purple One isn’t just a manic musical genius with thirty-five albums, countless #1 hits and a plethora of female conquests; he’s also the type to steal an aeroplane megaphone and hide it in his friend’s carry-on.
The playful prank in 1980 didn’t impress a humourless passenger who alerted the hostess and had Prince arrested in Mississippi. He was taken to the local jail where he proceeded to pose for pictures and sign autographs for the officers.

Frank Sinatra
On November 17, 1938, Mickey Blue Eyes was just 23-years-old when he was as arrested in Bergen County, New Jersey and charged for adultery. The FBI report says it all really:
"On the second and ninth days of November 1938 at the Borough of Lodi under the promise of marriage" Sinatra "did then and there have sexual intercourse with the said complainant, who was then and there a single female of good repute." The charge stated, this was "contrary and in violation of the revised statute of 1937."
All charges were then dismissed when it was determined the woman in question was in fact, married.

Monday

Live Review: City and Colour

                                                                              Photography: Ashley Marr
15 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

Monday May 14
Enmore Theatre, Sydney, NSW

Returning almost a year after selling out this same venue, twice, and watching his third album debut at #2 on the ARIA chart, Canadian singer-songwriter City and Colour were again met with yelping female fuss and dopplegangers aplenty, but it was his showcase last night that set him apart from 2011’s gig.

Performing before us wasn’t just the seraphic-voiced musician, bearing his heart on his tattoo sleeve and talking us through his guitar tunings (although he did do all that), Dallas Green conveyed himself as an equal linchpin to his four bandmates - even if one of then was his ring-in support act Bahamas.
From a red-drenched stage with manic lighting in all the right places, City and Colour began each track as unpredictably as the last. Songs like openers We Found Each Other In The Dark and Natural Disaster and the electric crashing into Bring Me Your Love saw the band take predominantly acoustic records and weave them with galvanising energy.

“I'm gonna send this song out up my mum even though she doesn't know that I'm doing it but I'll call her tomorrow and tell her I did it.”

Sweet introductions like this before The Grand Optimist were a mainstay from Green, a favourite however preceded Waiting after one zealous punter asked for a happy birthday song. “This is kind of like happy birthday. It's about dying,” he said.

Those catching Green’s live show for the first time however, weren’t aware of his utter distaste for shouting love confessions and blatant iPhone recording. Before Bring Me Your Love, Green took his hands off his electric guitar and said: “Give me a break. Do we need to go over the list of things you shouldn't say at a musical event?”
 
Later, he nominated Body In A Box as the one track that wouldn’t be experienced through a tiny camera phone screen. “I’d just like to have one song a night that you're not trying to remember so badly that you forget to look.”

Other highlights included his splendid cover of Kimbra’s Settle Down, early track What Makes A Man, where he turned us into a 1600-strong backing choir and of course, the two track encore of crowd favourite Coming Home and the solo-sung Hope For Now.

Weather it will only be a short year until his next Australian jaunt is unclear, what is clear however, is City and Colour’s unyielding trajectory as the nation’s most treasured Canadian band in recent memory.

Live Review: Groovin' The Moo


14 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

Saturday May 12
Maitland Showgrounds, NSW

A small town festival once reserved for touring Australian rock bands has since proven it can compete with the nation’s music event heavyweights; and not just because this years sees acts like Public Enemy and Kaiser Chiefs do the regional rounds, but because of the masses it draws, the sizzling atmosphere it creates and the fact that if you hand the bar littered drunk cans, they’ll repay you with free beverages.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m not a musician,” shouted one-man-party-band Andrew W.K. “I am not a singer, this is not a concert, this is a party. I am just an audience member of life. I don’t think twice.”

The Californian danced like a clown, crowd-surfed like a champion and sang tracks like Party Hard and We Want Fun with the flair of an underdog chart-climber.

The Getaway Plan performed a rousing set on the Triple J stage with frontman Matthew Wright projecting the dulcet tones with precision through new tracks Move Along and The Reckoning and delivering one of his most active performances in a sampling from 2006 EP, Hold Conversation.
Parkway Drive incited the most honest circle pit for the day, even expressing their gratitude as the only hardcore band on an indie and hip hop-pregnant lineup.
 
“We are the one giant sore thumb on the festival bill,” said Nike-sporting frontman Winston McCall. The crowd responded with a ‘Fuck 360’ chant.

The Byron band were all smiles, jest and choreographed stage circles; a contrasting sight to the bloodied faces that emerged from the pit at even intervals.

As blatant advocates for Canadian Dallas Green, it pains us to say City and Colour’s set was anything short of perfect; but it was sadly one of the festival’s biggest disappointments. The hardcore guitarist-turned-acoustic folk luminary played only a handful of tracks, and while his voice was as blissful as ever and you could not fault his band - especially in The Grand Optimist, dedicated to “the woman at the gas station,” - the obvious hole where breakout tracks like Coming Home and Save Your Scissors should be plastered confused expressions on his wide-eyed zealots.

Public Enemy were an obvious highlight, the hip hop group - who are celebrating their 25th year together - were raw, assaulting, zestful and remarkably genial. From traditional themes like the raised Black Panther fist, the introductory military march and Flava Flav’s trademark neck-clock, this was an act that have been hell-bent on portraying their message of acceptance and equality since 1982.
Highlights of their hour-long set include: the MCA tribute, complete with gunshots and exploding bomb sonics; their self-promoting clothing; Flava Flav’s prolonged call and response display where he put us all to shame; his announcement he’d recorded two albums with Chuck D, set for a September release, the prayers and silence the group requested when a crowd member had to be carried out by paramedics and Flav’s farewell speech where he put the world’s issues down to racism and separatism.

While New Zealand songbird Kimbra was swirling and twirling across the Udder Stage in her technicolour dream coat, most punters sought for the warmth and fluoro energy harnessed by Bluejuice.

Beginning with early tracks like Vitriol and Ain’t Telling The Truth, the Sydney boys joined in with the rave of wild adolescents worshipping every impressive jump, climb and simpatico gesture from Jake and Stav. The band played their recent video accompaniment for new track On My Own before Jake expressed his frustration with Australia’s sluggish uptake on the single, “That song is called On My Own and if you like it you should tell Triple J about it, we will go there.”

And so they should, just as Groovin’ The Moo deserve to be ranked among Australia’s greatest live events, the future of Bluejuice should and will too be brighter and more prolific than ever before.

Tuesday

Reece Mastin: Reality bites back

                                                                                Photography: Ken Leanfore
07 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

The afternoon TMN planned to meet with Reece Mastin, The X Factor winner has already recorded his next single, propositioned Sunrise host Melissa Doyle and evaded a hoard of fans who followed him to Sydney’s Sony Music offices. Dressed top-to-toe in black, with thick rimmed black glasses framing his baby-face (sans lenses), 17-year-old Mastin looks more runway-ready than interview savvy - but he masterfully proves he’s both.

Television programmes like The X Factor, The Voice and Idol create consistent promotion for up and coming acts who in past eras would have little to no hope. Even with 21st Century formats like YouTube, Facebook and Twitter offering global reach, the likeliness of an Adelaide- based Brit topping the ARIA chart is akin to hell freezing over. Sony Music expertly spearhead the transition from television show commodity to touring superstar nowadays. As proven time and time again with acts like Australian Idol graduates Guy Sebastian and Jessica Mauboy, as well as UK sensation and X Factor finalists One Direction, Sony’s post-broadcast campaigns using social networks have shifted from nationwide targets to global operations. Case in point: after a One Direction promo tour earlier this year, the quintet have gone on to sell out a full Australian tour beginning in September 2013. Having said that, this has done nothing to quash the stigma attached to the aforementioned acts.

“I think a lot of people forget that we found Adam Lambert through a talent show and he’s an incredible singer,” says a hopeful Mastin. “We found artists like Guy, Jess and Stan Walker as well.” Like his predecessors, Mastin is well on his way to global domination. Just five months after The X Factor’s third instalment crowned him as winner and his self-titled debut entered the charts at #1, the teen has clocked up almost 110,000 followers on Twitter and more than 144,000 likes on Facebook. His recent tour of Australia and New Zealand saw him perform for over 12,000 in Perth and an arena of over 8,000 in Christchurch. With a target demographic currently resting among the tweens, Mastin admits his adenoidal zealots, were at times, confronting.

“Some crazy stuff happened [in Tasmania]. Some of it was really weird,” Mastin shifts on the couch uncomfortably. “Girls said stuff that they just shouldn’t say. It was pretty bad. I really shouldn’t repeat it. “There was one girl that, as I was going in the lift–and it was that bad that the security guards turned around and looked at me–in front of 400, 500 people she goes, ‘I wank over you every night.’ I’ve stood there, it’s a glass lift, all the security guards are looking at me; it was like, what would you say to anybody around you after you’ve heard something like that?”

On the same note, with lyrics like “Let’s turn all the lights out now, make out on your bedroom floor,” gracing his latest #2 charting single Shut Up & Kiss Me, it would be foolish to expect anything less. The ode to adolescent infatuation is the same track that brought Mastin down a peg (albeit just one chart placing) since his X Factor exposure. “Shut Up & Kiss Me didn’t take off straight away but we were like ‘okay we did have twelve weeks of promo behind [the first single]’,” he reasons. “But the kids are still buying it, it debuted at #2 on the ARIA chart which is good, Carly Rae Jepsen kicked me off.”

Mastin’s lyricism and instrumental input will be present on every track on his sophomore release, an album helped along by renowned songwriter/ producer Lindsay Rimes and pop-punk luminary Benji Madden.

“I don’t want to be stubborn but I really want to be on every song,” he says. “Writing is such a huge part of me, I’ll feel better singing a song that I’ve written. I love doing Guns ‘N’ Roses and that but I didn’t write it, I didn’t go through the experience it took to write their songs, it’s harder.”

Sparked from a late night phone call and an evening at a Sydney studio, the Madden-Mastin collaboration is the Superman referencing Give Up The Girl, and an inevitable mentorship where the Good Charlotte twin used his career to help steer his protégé’s.

“He said do whatever you want to do in the interviews but when you see something in the magazine and you know it’s not true, don’t bark back at it... The songs he’s written have gone to #1 and stayed there. What Good Charlotte used to do is the vibe of the angle I want to come from so it was cool to write something with a person like that.”

For Mastin though, his next release is as much about a #1 mainstay as it is about a reinvention. “I hope it sells well and people don’t just buy it because it’s my album. [I hope] they buy it because it’s good and they legitimately want to listen to rock ‘n’ roll instead of the generic doof doof.”

A life already charmed by any measure, Mastin freely admits to the enormous headstart he’s been given. However, with a 50/50 success rate of Australia’s past X Factor kings, this begs the question: is hunger enough to sway a nation pregnant with talent show pessimists?

“I think a lot of people do think it’s just that twelve-week gimmick,” he admits. “But I didn’t go on the TV show because I wanted to be a twelve-week gimmick, I wanted to get into the music industry and now that I’m in it it’s not like I’m going to piss it away.

Reece Mastin’s yet-to-be-named sophomore record is slated for a September release.

You Me At Six: Sinners never sleep

                                                                           Photography: Ken Leanfore

04 May 2012
by Poppy Reid

You Me At Six are a dichotomous bunch: the 20-something- year-olds could be the type of foul-mouthed, trouble-seeking vagabonds who scare your grandmother into crossing the street, right before wooing your mum with their fresh- faced guise later that night.

The five Brits are languidly sprawled on uncomfortable white chairs in EMI’s Sydney office. Drummer Dan Flint is staring at the floor, his hood masking half his face. “I’m not feeling very well, I haven’t been feeling well all day,” he offers. They’ve just recorded a Coldplay cover for Triple J’s Like A Version, which they unanimously think sounded “like a fart”- they’re discussing the Soundwave tour and ideas for the evening’s sidewave with A Day To Remember and The Used.
“We could all bend over and do a poo onstage and throw it out to the crowd.”

A wicked sense of humour was not lost on frontman and lyricist Josh Franceschi. The 22-year-old who started the band with his then pre- pubescent school and scene friends (Max Helyer, Chris Miller, Matt Barnes and Dan Flint) is nonchalantly leading the interview. His comment is particularly brow-raising given the path the band walked to gain our attention.

“It was only up until two and a half years ago that we started getting radio play,” admits Franceschi. “Until then, everything we did was solely through touring.”

“As opposed to just releasing albums and labels either giving a shit or not giving a shit,” bassist Matt Barnes chimes in: “We like to be in control, be on tour and show people that we can do it ourselves live.”

This stint Down Under may not be their first - in fact, You Me At Six have been making regular treks to Australia since 2008 - but it’s the first time they’ve toured with commercial interest surrounding them. Since the release of breakout single Underdog in Australia, the pop-punk band have collaborated with Chiddy Bang, written a theme song for a UK rollercoaster ride, watched their third album, 2011’s Sinners Never Sleep reach #3 in the UK (#28 on the ARIA chart) and even outed Noel Gallagher’s solo career after catching him recording at LA studio, The Sound Factory.


Photography: Ken Leanfore

While their ascent may fit into ‘the road much travelled’ basket, their still embryonic phase can be encapsulated in one memory of their Soundwave set when Franceschi brought his parents onstage and shouted, “Give them something to fucking look at!”

“The thing is, like, it’s all in the name of rock ‘n’ roll,” he says through a sideways smile. “I don’t think [my mother] was too impressed with that.”

“I still don’t think she is impressed with it,” rhythm guitarist, Max Helyer adds.

“She can’t be upset with what was going on. I can’t control it,” Franceschi says, continuing the polarity. “When I get onstage, my brain just goes from being a polite articulate young man to being a piece of shit.”

Parental advocacy has surrounded each member from the start though; watching their sons leave home for a life on the road is now the norm, but it wasn’t always that way.

I think they found it a bit strange when we first started touring,” smiles Helyer. “They were like ‘should we let our fifteen-year-old sons go out on a mega bus tour with all their equipment on their own?’ But then they came down and saw the Astoria show [2,000 capacity] in London in 2008, and they were like ‘Okay, now we see why we’ve let them go and do this’. It opened up their minds to see what’s actually happened to our band.”

Granted, Sinners Never Sleep is rife with break up anthems, love ballads and adolescent aggravation, but the final track was reserved for Franceschi’s parents. With lyrics like ‘You told me just show evil the utmost respect,’ and ‘I only dreamed that when I got older, you’d be proud of me,’ it’s any wonder his parents were reduced to tears when he first played it for them.

“One of the most personal songs on that record which is titled When We Were Younger, is about my mum and dad,” he says. “It was very, kind of, difficult listening to it for them, but they look at it as a way of me paying homage to them in the same way.”

Though this attachment is a quality most would associate with an X-Factor finalist rather than a misanthropist punk band, You Me At Six seem to almost be at a point where some motherly coddling would be welcomed. I think a common misconception about touring life is that it’s glamorous and very rock ‘n’ roll,” says Franceschi. “But there’s nothing glamorous about going to bed at 1 o’clock in the morning and having a lobby call at 6am.

“Guys back home are like ‘You guys are living the dream,’ and for a huge part we are, we’re very blessed to be doing what we’re doing but it can be very strenuous on the body and very tiring.”

Given, in December and January alone, the band had already boarded 18 flights, and after a stint through Indonesia and another round of the UK, they were awarded part of April off. Watching the five lethargic bodies let their attention ebb to the carpet is no real surprise, even less of a shock is Flint’s conscious closing of his eyelids. Interestingly, their own words come to mind: You Me At Six aren’t the kind of band to gratuitously pander to the needs of their label, nor the media; they earned their right to sell out Sydney’s Roundhouse and sit between Machine Head and Alice Cooper on the ARIA chart through tenacious touring, DIY fan involvement and lyrics that inject colour into a currently listless pop punk scene.

“I think one of our strong points is that our fans can really take something from our music and our lyrics because it is so personal,” explains Franceschi. “I don’t mind doing that, writing lyrics and being in this band has always been a very therapeutic process for me, it’s good exorcising the demons.”