And on the second day, we read the Sunday papers on the hill, ate chips, and disagreed about the merits of Dirty Projectors, the Cruel Sea and Midnight Juggernauts.

At this year's tag-teaming Golden Plains, we were unimpressed by the '90s indie double-shot of Pavement and Dinosaur Jr. Music critic fail!

These Brooklyn genre-deconstructors put on a great show, and the hardest part of reviewing them is trying to describe what they're 'like'. But we can say conclusively that their hair is not like an eagle.

We pity the fool who doesn't dance to the Opulent DJs this Sunday night at Golden Plains. But what does Opulent do, and who's in their crack commando DJ unit?

In this occasional column, The Enthusiast investigates cultural phenomena that valiantly resist being a source of ironic pastiche. First up: jazz-fusion vocal quartet, The Manhattan Transfer.

The Vatican’s newspaper has published God’s definitive Best Rock Albums Ever. The list includes freaks, heathens, drug-addicts, criminals, a witch, and a dude who named his band after a strap-on dildo.

Salt-N-Pepa are not the first band to accept God as their newest member. But as they serve up a modified take on their earthy hits at the Good Vibrations Festival, we hope their feminist message remains unscathed.

An unremarkable Big Day Out lineup this year had us turning our attention to the many ways that Australian flags and other patriotic objects can be repurposed as style statements.

News that iconic Melbourne live music pub the Tote will close forever after this weekend reveals that liquor licensing is taking over from noise regulations as the chief bogeyman stalking Australian live music.