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Australia’s local music scene is thriving, well, almost. Every weekend, in every state, you can find a local band playing the gig of their lives. It could be their first gig ever, their first gig back after a dry spell, or an out-of-state band that has driven hours just to play to a 100 capacity room that’s barely half-full. Every weekend (some weeks every day) there’s someone, somewhere, playing live music.  Statistically, they can’t all be good. And admittedly, there will b

A kid, barely 20, in a red Pantera shirt darts through the room, the first band has yet to play but he’s gripping the barricade with two hands, shaking out his full mullet. Two friends appeared beside him, drinks in hand, and passed him a golden, frothing beer. The lights sink, two men walk onstage, and Melbourne’s 15th Birthday Bird’s Robe celebration gig begins.  It’s a Friday night and The Sea Shall Not Have Them warms Max Watts' scattered 6:30pm crowd perfectly, providing

Digging back through my playlists and my memories, that are increasingly becoming one in the same, Dead Poet Society (the band, obviously, this is a music blog) entered my life in 2021.  Specifically, I can remember listening to ‘American Blood’ on a death-defying repeat cycle, meaning, I listened to it until the words and sounds blended into a meaningless mush and I had to put it away for a little while. A little while ended up only being a few days, after which I added it t