RÜFÜS: Bloom Review

If I remember correctly, I wrote most of this whilst on the way home from Newcastle.

I was on my way home after being in Newcastle to review a gig the night prior.

I don’t know as to what bearing that has on anything.

I’ve fixed some spelling mistakes as well as some of the paragraphs, but otherwise this is as it was when it went up on Cool Try.

A friend and I are working on growing Culture Eater so we can have more things covered whilst taking the pressure of continually putting out content off of ourselves. Hence our going onto Patreon.

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Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

It was only recently that RÜFÜS released their second full-length which has recently passed Adele in the charts. This is probably cause for celebration for some people as it overtly shows there is still strong interest in Australian music.
However, is this an indicator that Bloom puts on a display, or is it going to wilt before it has the chance?

A lot of the music is stripped back and minimal. Rather than throw as much as possible at the listener, the group have given breathing space not only to the music, but to the listener as well.

The songs all follow a very formulaic 4/4 structure and fairly consistent tempo, not varying much outside of occasionally introducing a different sound into whichever song is playing. However, being that they sound as though they were most likely designed to fill a dance floor rather than be put on just to listen to, this is somewhat okay. It also means the album can end up being a bit dull to listen to at times. Still, the melodies are pleasant enough for a while and it does sound pretty fun at times.

The vocals are mixed louder than everything else, which works for the songs on this album, but doesn’t really give much opportunity for the instrumentation to stand out on it’s own. The Lyrics are sung in a manner that would suggest softness and vulnerability. This would normally work well, but due to the vocalist seemingly lacking confidence in his ability to deliver, the effect is dulled. However, had they been sung with a lot of power and passion, they would have detracted far too much. Perhaps a middle-ground would have served the songs a bit better, but then that would have run the risk of reducing the room to breathe that the pared-back arrangements have.

Despite what I’ve said, RÜFÜS have made an album of somewhat enjoyable pop music that should be listened to.
It could have been much, much better though.
It seems as though they went “Here’s a 4/4 template. Here’s where everything should come in. Alright, let’s go”.

Okay, I’ll concede that that’s a bit harsh, but the album is highly repetitive and formulaic, leading to diminishing returns as the album goes on.
There’s nothing wrong with sameness between songs; it can work quite well.
However, it seems as though the group were more willing to rest on their laurels, as it’s clear that they can write excellent songs.

Having a closer that is somewhat minimalistic, doesn’t do much at all, lacks real punch in the drums, has odd faux sad vocals over a melody that runs for somewhere around ten minutes and somehow instead of it being boring, dull, or annoying to listen to, turns out to be an excellent slice of music that makes good use of an “airy” atmosphere and nothing in it feeling out of place (sans the entirely pointless old vinyl sample) is proof of that. It’s just that a lot of the rest of it seems to have been the group resting on their laurels a bit more than they should have.

Bloom isn’t necessarily bad; it can be pretty fun at times, which is a shame as it due to its design, it doesn’t seem like the kind of album that will last.

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Gradual Spread Across the Dune

Here’s a shot with some clustering vegetation on the dunes near Hawks Nest.

This probably has a bit to do with the angle of the shot, but the vegetation appears to be spreading outward on a line rather than spread out.

Well, the closer bit anyway. The vegetation farther away seems to be a bit more spread out.

I like that everything in this shot is well-defined. It’s clear where everything sits, what it is.

I also like how uniform the sand appears and how it almost renders part of the image in a minimal form, or at least gives the impression of.

If you’d like to either purchase or share, this image is available as a print and other things here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Pirra: Animal Kingdom

I’m not sure as to how well this served as a critique.

I do know that in reviewing this album my disdain for hype increased.

A lot of what was said in the blurb is usually something that comes in retrospect. Sometimes that isn’t the case, but it’s rare for such a thing to occur and it’s even more rare that it’s something for promotion to decide.

I think that captures what I’m trying to say.

I haven’t made any changes from how this appeared on Cool Try.

Now that that’s out of the way, time for the following:

My cohort and I are working on growing Culture Eater so we can have more things covered whilst taking the pressure of continually putting out content off of ourselves. Hence our going onto Patreon.

We’re looking at what we can give to supporters as we don’t want to set up a one way relationship, so suggestions are welcome.
Please consider supporting, or at least sharing the Patreon page with others.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

A few months ago Pirra released their first album, Animal Kingdom; an album that is described as dark in a somewhat dramatic description of the background behind the recording of the album that can be found on the Bandcamp page for the album.

Here’s a review.

Animal Kingdom is mostly a pop album. Instrumentation is light and airy with just enough breathing space. It is fairly restrained in sound. The mood seems to be more upbeat with most of this feeling as though it is designed to get people moving. Some parts are a bit more energetic than others and there seems to be a few different elements from different genres thrown in, but otherwise the album remains firmly within the realms of pop. Other than this, the songs all have a “psychedelic” atmosphere and are oozing the sort of coolness usually reserved for the sound that Pirra seem to have gone for with this album.

The band do sound like they play well together which does allow some parts to come through strongly, but most of what they play is a bit too familiar. There’s too much of a sense that this has been done before and whilst some of the curve-balls work as a nice surprise as usually these moments are the strongest parts of the album, there’s a bit too much restraint on letting them fully develop, instead keeping the focus of the playing on the “psychedelic” elements.

Most of the time the vocals are far more prominent than needed. There’s a power and confidence in them, but they feel as though they are sterile emulation of artists of the past rather than someone bringing out their own voice. At times the vocals become nigh-indecipherable due to the delivery, becoming distracting and detrimental to the songs.

The lyrics work well as a sound that is a part of the music, usually matching the flow of each song quite well. However, they feel as though they are too blunt and obvious whilst at the same time trying to be subtle and thought-provoking. There is a clear indication of potential in their development, but most of the time the potential feels squandered.

In the description of Animal Kingdom on Bandcamp, it is described as having “a psychedelic atmosphere and ironic humour” which “is countered by more sincere moments” and it is claimed that it is a unique album.

Animal Kingdom has the cool sound that is expected of this kind of music. It is not unique. It is not psychedelic. It lacks sincerity and only manages irony in a basic form at best. If this was written by the band, then all it does is reveal a pretentious nature drowning in hubris and does little to serve the album.

Animal Kingdom has moments that could be seen as genuinely good, but there aren’t enough of them to make this album one that will last.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 565: Eyes Scream

There’s a lot of land to cover, but my eyes are screaming for a little bit of distance.

They want to eject themselves from my face and get away and sit in a corner for a while.

They just want to go away and be a little quiet and leave it all to be. There’s a lot of distance to cover and my eyes are screaming to break away from it all. They need a little reprieve, and having the lids blanket them for a period of hours at  a time is not covering it, as far as they’re concerned.

That all said, they want to break away and they scream and gnash, but this is something that they cannot escape and unfortunately it is something that they need to face. The sweeping views of vegetation and fire caressing that vegetation is almost too much to bear. Beads of sweat are pouring down as the inner turmoil about the tragedy and the impending demise kicks into high gear and the only way out is up and over, but there is no real telling as to how long that would all take.

Still, this is a situation that must be avoided, my eyes are screaming, they are screaming at me to turn around and run and in this particular junction in time and space I am powerless to resist.

I turn around and move as fast as I can.

The earth is hard under my feet. It is uneven and the surface seems to change continuously, but it remains firm and so long as I keep on looking at where I am going, then I should be fine.

I move and the beat of my heart seems to become invisible. I feel as though I have left my body despite my clearly being anchored to the physical plane of reality.

Despite all my running it seems as though escape may not be possible. The flames seem to always be moving as quickly as I seem to be moving.

Wind can be felt, blowing in a direction away from where I am moving. Hopefully the flames are slowing down, or at least being pushed into another direction.

My skin seems to want to burst open. The warmth stings, but I need to keep on moving.

I need to be going down and not up. There is neither occurring, but I need to find a way to avoid the mountains, but my body is overriding this suggesting and telling me to just keep on moving. It is telling me that once I hit the mountains, I need to go up. I need to go up despite that putting me at a disadvantage.

And as such I am unable to resist and keep on moving. My eyes are screaming. My skin stings.

And the scenery burns and tries to catch up, but I keep on moving. I hear the sounds of machinery working to save the forest, but I have to keep on moving.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:12

This started off kind of odd. Then it kind of normalised. Then… I don’t know.

Maybe not enough coffee or sleep.

Written at work.

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An Update

Pardon the amount of posts today. Had a bit more in me than usual.

A few months ago I mentioned that I’m going to work on cleaning up a few things. Stupidity Hole needs a bit of work and so it’s time that that will kick in. The work will mainly be relegated to reducing the amount of space used but there will be other things changed around that may or may not be noticed. Considering as to how much stuff is here, it’ll likely take a while but the work will be worth it and hopefully lead to some sort of improvement.

I’ve updated some of the links and information on the “About” page as a couple of things there were out of date.

The main reason for this update post, however, is the following:

Over the past few days you’ve likely noticed my including links to Cutlure Eater‘s Patreon page, as well as links to prints of photos in my posts. When I added a link to Redbubble on the side of Stupidity Hole I mentioned that I wasn’t looking to push it and it was there if anyone was looking to buy any of my work. When I’m going back through everything I’ll double-check to make sure that is what I said, but as far as I’m aware at the moment, that is what I said.

I’m going to start pushing my photos being purchasable as well as Culture Eater‘s Patreon somewhat-aggressively.

My colleague and I are working on growing Culture Eater as we believe we’ve a fair bit to offer. Recently we took on paid staff and as the funds to pay them are coming out of our pockets our budget is low. The Patreon exists in order to take the pressure of frequently producing work ourselves whilst still allowing for a greater deal of content. More people writing means greater variability in voices and also content that is consistently of a good quality.

In addition to this, obviously the more supporters we have the pressure on our pockets reduces.

In relation to pushing photos being purchasable; despite the amount of money selling them generates, it further reduces financial pressure.

Stupidity Hole takes a lot of time which may not mean much as, let’s face it; it’s not exactly a great blog. I don’t mind investing the time into it, but I’d much rather be able to spend more time working hard on both it and Culture Eater without having to worry as much about working elsewhere. I’d more easily be able to work on producing stuff that’s of a higher quality were I able to focus more on them.

Here is the link for The Culture Eater Patreon.
Here is the link to purchase my photography as stuff.

Please check these out and consider supporting, or if not then at least sharing the links with people.

Thank you for your time.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 564: Lost Somewhere in a Forest

Gotta wait for the second caffeine hit to kick in before I can truly go into overdrive and soar well above the canopy crafted by the trees. Need to see the light above, but need the hit to kick in in order to get away from the cold and damp down here and get a littler farther up and away.

Once there, will need to float along for a while. Not the time to soar, but desperately want to. Need the wings to form properly and know how to ride the air currents before I do something like that. May take a while. Not entirely sure.

For the time being, just down here, moving along. It’s cold, it’s damp and I desperately want to get out. Running out of supplies. Weight on my back is getting lighter, but that is more of a concern than it is a relief. Still, easier to move along without expending as much energy, as far as I’m aware. Could be wrong, but I don’t think that that is the case. At least, I hope that that is not the case.

Been here for a while. Doesn’t seem to get lighter except in the morning. Long shadows cast so densely that it’s difficult to really call anything a shadow at this point. Not that it matters. What matters is getting out, but getting out the usual way seems unlikely.

This forest seems to stretch on forever. Had an entrance but then it removed its exit. The only way is up, but the only way up is with enough caffeine to truly take myself out and above. Get a sense of the surroundings and see as to where I’m meant to go.

How many days has it been at this point? I am unsure. Perhaps it has been eight. Maybe three. Don’t know. Don’t care so much anymore. Just concerned about getting back to home.

Trudging along, seemingly moving with a great deal more ease than I expected. Still waiting to go up into the space above the canopy. Feeling lighter. Still moving.

Falling. Just tripped. Don’t hit the ground. Seem to be rising despite my trajectory just then suggesting that I was definitely going to be against the ground with a great deal more of my body.

Rising I seem to be and suddenly I am more off the ground than I suspected I ever would be. I can see around and desire so much to soar and get away from here. I can’t see where the forest ends. It truly does stretch on for farther than I ever expected.

Still, I have an idea as to where I am meant to go. I need to go down and then head toward where the forest seems to go on forever. It is the only area not surrounded by some form of mountainous terrain and I know that I have not moved over any mountains.

And down I go. Fall on the ground. Time for moving.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:10:04

Slower than I thought. I paused for a bit and kind of blanked on what I was doing.

Not quite sure what I was trying to express as this is a bit all over the place.

Still, I like the imagery. I think I’m getting better.

Written at home.

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Sunrise Silhouette

Another sunrise at Smiths Lake.

I think this image is really straightforward.

There aren’t many colours and there isn’t a great deal of detail, but I think that helps to make the contrast within the image much more striking.

I also think that it helps to build the atmosphere of the area.

This photo is available as a print.

I hope you enjoy.

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Weird Kind of Hard

A shot taken during Regurgitator’s performance at The Metro last year.

There were a bunch of photos taken for Cool Try that, seeing as the zine is now defunct I’m going to share here.

This was during Regurgitator’s encore. Peter Kostic effects a cool persona which is enhanced by the darker lighting. The atmosphere is moody as Peter gets ready to “croon”.

I think that I was using space in this one to try and make the shot more ridiculous. Peter is looking off somewhere and is distant, so clearly the best thing to do is enhance the distance by having him to one side of the frame.

The review I wrote regarding this show is here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Ben Ely: Strange Tales of Drugs & Lost Love Review

Alright, so this one I wrote really quickly.

To be fair, a lot of the reviews I’ve written have been pretty quick, but I’d usually been listening to the album for a week or so before writing.

I’m fairly certain that with this one I’d listened to it once or twice before tackling, which I guess means that it wasn’t as quick as I thought. I thought I’d listened to it as I wrote about it and not outside of that context. I think.

Really not sure now.

I may have used Ben Ely’s name a few too many times. Maybe.

No edits made this time around. There’s a few that I’d like to make but they’re more unnecessary than usual.

So, going to insert another Culture Eater plug.

My cohort and I are working on growing Culture Eater so we can have more things covered whilst taking the pressure of continually putting out content off of ourselves. Hence our going onto Patreon.

Please consider supporting, or at least sharing the Patreon page with others.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Solo albums in a similar vein to Strange Tales of Drugs & Lost Love are interesting in that they’re usually presumed to be tender, soul-baring affairs in where an artist is raw and vulnerable. Usually.

Ben Ely recently moved back to Brisbane after being away for 16 years. His return saw him remembering and thinking about what he had experienced as a younger person. Brisbane was once a more dangerous place than it is now, which may explain as to why it was such a fertile place for art, but I digress.

The focus of the songs is much more on Ben Ely’s voice and getting his stories across than it is the music, so it’s a good thing that Ben uses his voice quite effectively. Aside from the wonderful “Dreamland” closing the album with a warm, layered and beautiful drone, The songs are fairly simple and quiet with a few flourishes to add onto the straightforward guitar work, adding some textural depth. The vocals are kept as simple and straightforward, with Ben’s enunciation remaining excellent throughout, creating a strong clarity in the invoked imagery of his direct lyrics.

Whist everything works well enough, the unnecessary use of reverb on Ben’s voice creates a disconnect between his lyrics and the emotions that he is expressing. It feels almost as though Ben is trying to put distance between his words and what images they conjure but instead it cuts the emotion out. It’s hard to deny that some of the things that Ben sings about are intense experiences it isn’t felt. It is possible that this may be the intended effect as there is a sense of calm about all the songs and Ben is singing more about his experiences being just that and not some sort of reflection on how he was versus how he is now, but his vocals would have been better served were they recorded dry.

Otherwise Strange Tales of Drugs & Lost Love is not a bad album. The songs are simple and direct, and they work really well both together and on their own. Ben’s experiences of doing drugs, getting into fights and people experiencing severe mental episodes, among others are supported well and the narrative remains strong throughout.

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Bow of Rain Partially Appears

Another shot at Smiths Lake.

I think this was taken in the afternoon. Not completely certain.

The time stamp tells me that this photo was taken in the afternoon, so there you have it.

I think this may be the first time I’ve seen a rainbow like this.

I like how it seems to cut into clouds across a very specific part.

The rainbow almost seems to have light trailing out of it.

This is available as a print.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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