HYPERACTIVE CHILD by DEAD KENNEDYS. COVID-19 tip from Stephen Andrew
That night I hung out down the back of the venue because the molten mosh pit at the foot the stage was simply terrifying.
NOTHING REALLY MATTERS by THE PIGRAM BROTHERS Story by Stephen Andrew
This is big sky music, languid yet powerful, like a wedge tail cruising on an updraft. The spirit of the sound echoes the spirit of the land.
SOUVENIRS by JOHN PRINE. Story by Stephen Andrew
While his voice is shot through with the after effects of treatment for neck and lung cancer, his vocals lend a rich, warm, knockabout tone to his new songs.
KIDS by MGMT. Story by Stephen Andrew
I know I’m uncomfortable but can’t feel it. Jokes. Laughter. Blood pressure tests.
NIGHT MOVES by BOB SEGER Story by Stephen Andrew
My mate Tommy had a licence and a car; the only one in our gang with a birthdate old enough to drive.
SUMMER LOVE by SHERBET Story by Stephen Andrew
Summer Love is a glorious example of perfect power pop. This is what a breaking ocean wave sounds like when represented musically.
LONDON CALLING by THE CLASH Story by Stephen Andrew
We wouldn’t have called it shoplifting, but we also knew we had to be surreptitious when we set about manually adjusting Coles’ profit margin.
TOO MANY TIMES by MENTAL AS ANYTHING Story by Stephen Andrew
Greedy Smith was the biggest dag in a band full of dags. They looked like they didn’t take anything seriously, yet they made some ripper records.
YOU’VE GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY by THE BEATLES Story by Stephen Andrew
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
FRIDAY ON MY MIND by DAVID BOWIE Story by Stephen Andrew
We’re so open to it all it’s no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.