Bryget Chrisfield

“I’m ugly,” are the first words we hear Oliver Sim’s deliciously deep, honeyed, reverberating timbre croon during this record’s stunning opener, Hideous. A gently pulsing beat and quivering strings usher in the transcendental pipes of Bronski Beat’s Jimmy Somerville – a powerful voice around HIV and…

A question to ponder: Has Australia produced a bigger and better metal act than Parkway Drive? The Byron Bay band is a behemoth worldwide, and with Darker Still they’re shooting for their third chart-topper in a row. Their seventh studio album opens with what sounds like a music box. It’s a sweet in…

Predating Call Me (the biggest-selling single of their career), Blondie’s third album Parallel Lines finally broke the band in the States. Parallel Lines established Blondie’s winning creative partnership with Mike Chapman as well. This Queensland-born songwriter/producer polished Blondie’s spiky po…

In Album Tales, Bryget Chrisfield hits you with some juicy nuggets of wisdom surrounding classic records. This month it’s the staggering opus from English prog-rockers Pink Floyd, The Dark Side of the Moon. The Great Gig in the Sky, Money and Us and Them rolling out in that specific sequence – take…

“Mama, what have you done?” Karen O ponders during Cool it Down’s opening lead single Spitting Off the Edge of the World (feat. Perfume Genius). Awash with elongated synths and measured drumming, Nick Zimmer’s shimmering guitar work toward this song’s conclusion is like pulling back the curtains to…

Thndo’s talent is utterly undeniable, and was on full display at her Chapel off Chapel show last week; here’s our review.

If you haven’t already revisited Dame Olivia Newton-John’s sublime back-catalogue in light of her recent passing, we recommend you do so sharpish. ONJ’s captivating smile, radiant beauty and girl-next-door charm perfectly matched the sound of her pure, angelic voice. Aside from setting impossibly hi…

The Sheffield band have successfully completed their transformation from cool older siblings to debonair, well-connected uncles.

As ‘Time on my Hands’ oozes through our speakers, it’s like finally hearing music again after an extended period of enforced abstinence.