Author Archives: lisathatcher

Peter Blamey – Forage: the sound of Kafkas Burrow.

posted by

The short blurb on the back of the beautiful Avant Whatever disc by Peter Blamey, Forage has this to say: On these recordings, eight salvaged computer motherboards and tangled bunches of exposed copper wire form a feedback network with the aid of some small amplifiers  Moving the wire by hand makes and/or breaks any number of possible circuits, which produces and /or changes the sounds heard […]

»»

Toc Sine – Drawings: Music defining the act of creation.

posted by

Despite what we think, the hurly-burly swirl that is our lives today is a choice. We talk about and act as though we are overwhelmed as life and the world come crashing in on us, but the truth is, we can turn off the internet, we can turn off our phone, we can pick up a book […]

»»

8 Femmes – Francois Ozon alludes to anything and everything.

posted by

I’m not the only film viewer to see a nod to Comte de Lautréamont’s Les Chants de Maldoror as well as the more obvious ode to Technicolor, musicals, and of course to the Georges Cukor’s The Women.  IN fact I would have to say this film shines in paradoy more than it does in the watching. I enjoyed […]

»»

Pearls Before Swine – An Evening with Orson Welles. (Sydney Fringe Festival)

posted by

I started at the top and worked my way down. Blake Erickson must be an enormous Orson Welles fan. Either that or he looks so much like him and was obviously mistaken for the ghost of Orson Welles so many times, he decided to just run with it and be him for and hour or […]

»»

Marc Baron – ∩: Outsider music at its most outside

posted by

Seven tracks, all exactly seven minutes long. The Cathnor website says: A seven part composition involving saxophone, silence, guttaral splutters and a few other items aside. Individual, unusual music by one of the most intriguing musicians around today. I don’t know a great deal bout Marc Baron, though I’ve done a bit of searching. This is […]

»»

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry – Rachel Joyce and the lightness of tragedy. (Booker Long List)

posted by

It must be the same all over England. People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside.  The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy […]

»»

Melancholia Non Grata: Lars von Trier and the Infinite Sadness

posted by

I attended a seminar last night completely devoted to Lars von triers film Melancholia. I wrote my own review of this film when  I saw it, and I confess my response to it was mixed. While I adored aspects of the film, there were certain responses to it that turned me off parts of the […]

»»

Talibam! – music as a new species.

posted by

Ever feel like your music just doesn’t fuck with you enough? Ever get the feeling you want your mind placed in a blender and the high button pressed? Well, I’ve totally got the goods for you. According to their bandcamp page,  The “Launch Pad” series was created by Talibam! to explore new sound relationships in […]

»»

Dogs Barking – Pantsguys do Richard Zajdlic and bring in-yer-face to Fringe. (Sydney Fringe Festival)

posted by

A sign outside the performance of Dogs Barking in the King Street Theatre reads: Dogs Barking contains coarse language and cigarette smoke … as if these are the most confronting elements about this “in-yer-face” theatre production written by Richard Zajdlic. It turns out to be a poor warning for the uninitiated into “in-yer-face” theatre, a style […]

»»

Here Lies Henry: Jason Langley and Matthew Hyde do Daniel MacIvor (Sydney Fringe Festival)

posted by

Metatheatre is usually loosely described as comedy and tragedy at the same time, where the audience laughs while experiencing empathy. The technique allows for a unique experience where audience and actor are almost blurred into a different sort of creature so that the traditional experience of “watching a play” is completely turned upon its head. […]

»»