I'm really disappointed at this. One of the best mags of its type I've ever seen, and if someone of my age with a more peripheral interest in today's acts could get something out of every issue, then they must be doing something right.
As for web presence, I couldn't find it either after I first picked up the mag, thus I resorted to the FB page for subscribing. I think they could have used FB more to drive traffic to their "real" site, wherever it might have been.
Goth is about the only identifiable clubbing scene in Canberra, still. Beyond 18-year-olds dancing to dire Gaga remixes or "urban" beats.
As well as a regular club night, there is a shop specializing in the clothes and accessories in the middle of town. Ages range from early 20s (at least) thru to late 40s. The "cool"/arty people in Canberra will actually frock up and go to these events for a night out, even if they aren't goth per se.
As well as the queer-friendly, non-macho aspects of the scene, there's a kink-community crossover as well. This is very true in Canberra (the dog collars really AREN'T just a fashion statement, for some).
Although I do think adolescents - and grown ups - of whatever sex will still have their celebrity crushes. But yes, less unattainable attraction/sublimation and more healthy action would be a fine thing.
In my utopia, entertainment business operators would be checked regularly by the Labour Dept to ensure their workers are there legally, willingly, have proper employment contracts, and decent wages and conditions.
@Graham - would you really consider paying for a concert ticket just to hear one song? Wow.
What's going on? is just the chorus hook. The song title - and the wanky "irony" of it really got on my tits as well - is What's Up. Linda Perry IS cool, particularly in her latter career. Just THAT song, feh.
As for Heart and Ann and Nancy Wilson, again, very very very cool people. The music doesn't ring my bell at all - not much on Aerosmith, Van Halen et al either.
As for I Think We're Alone Now, no problems at all with actual song. It was the creepy version in shrill Tiffany-voice that ground my gears. As did the "wholesome Christian girl" bollocks for her "brand".
I like the parody. :-)
Thank you for trying to bring us back down to first principles. Perhaps we need a separate 80s nostalgia thread?
And, dear old Heart. They were awesome musicians, really stuck it up those who said "rock is for men", but dear lord, how tedious I found their stuff.
It also reminds me of What's Up by 4 Non Blondes, which I am not even going to post a link for. If you're a dyke who was reasonably social, and lived in a flat with other lesbians, and had a partner who was into this kind of emo rock, there was no escaping the frigging song in '93. The rest of the album - which no-one seemed to play - was actually quite good with some bluesy-styled moments.
But to continue the merge of 80s and crap - and my use-case against all those trolls on YouTube who say "80's music was all AWESOME and music today is all CRAP" - I present darling Tiffany. Complete with boofy acid-washed denim jacket with shoulder pads. Which looked naff even then.
Ahah, I would actually vote for Misty Mountain Hop as probably one of the more embarrassing moments of stadium rock. :-)
But despite it being mangled by generations of 16-year-olds with 2-fingered chords on untuned guitars, I still rate Stairway. Smoke on the Water, on the other hand, is a bit borderline...
Also, for those of us mostly on mobile devices right now, could any further submissions include artist/song description?
I know every word of that Charlene travesty as well, which just adds insult to injury. The fact that some of my braincells are occupied with that dreck...
And yep, totally confirms the thesis about the spoken-word interlude. :-)
And what AIN'T a woman supposed to see indeed? That teeth-clenching nauseating ridiculousness of that line really helped gel my nascent feminism when I was an adolescent. And got me thinking about the utter utter lack of logic in pretty much any misogynist "rationale" you can think of, so I suppose that's a good thing?
Also, what I can now call "slut-shaming" contrasted with the perfect life of the perfect wife-and-mother? Yerggggh!
Ah yes, you are absolutely right in terms of the distinction between vocoders and autotune. The former is an effort that can make a crap song truly rotten, but has a few of the good use-cases you link, while the latter I really can't bear - it offends my brain.
Ok, Autotune the News is a crack-up, but I can't actually listen to entire "songs" there. I'm sure there are more subtle uses I can't discern, but top-40 radio at the moment? Eep.
I think you might have it there, Sacha. I don't really feel guilt about much at all (other than stuff affecting other people I might have cocked up), but the fandamily were Irish Catholic and some things are kind of stuck in the cultural inheritance...