
Remembering Chrissy Amphlett, Gen-X Oz-Rock Legend
She wanted her song ‘I Touch Myself’ to inspire women to check for breast cancer. Now cancer has claimed Chrissy Amphlett, the tough, sexy frontwoman for Australian rock band Divinyls.
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She wanted her song ‘I Touch Myself’ to inspire women to check for breast cancer. Now cancer has claimed Chrissy Amphlett, the tough, sexy frontwoman for Australian rock band Divinyls.

Tomorrow triple j will announce the best album of 2012 (according to what the station thinks its listeners will most resonate with, presumably). We second-guess them here.

In 2010 she whipped her hair. Now pre-teen Hollywood scion Willow Smith has released a new single to tell the world not to judge her. We judge if it’s any good.

If the cock-rockers loved AC/DC, the grunge fraternity loved the Cosmic Psychos. Now a doco featuring Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam, Mudhoney, Butch Vig and others wants to bum a fiver.

Beardy singer-songwriter Josh Pyke doesn’t look especially theatrical, but in Melbourne, he and his multi-talented band wove a hypnotic kind of onstage magic.

What makes ‘Rockit’ different from ‘Take Five’ or ‘Misirlou’? How do the titles reflect the music? How, guitar legend Joe Satriani, do you name a song with no lyrics?

The inaugural Harvest Festival provided a glorious setting, sublime performances, and plenty of time for quiet contemplation whilst queuing for food and drinks.

John Cougar Mellencamp’s nostalgic paean to smalltown adolescence allows several backing vocalists to strut their stuff. Take a bow, Crystal Taliefero and Pat Peterson.

Jello’s looking shaky these days, if the superficial and US-centric punfest the former Dead Kennedys frontman peddles is any indication.

In cartoons, alum puckered Sylvester The Cat’s mouth into a cat’s arse. Will this chemical compound do the same to your natural predators?

Critics revelled in spewing venom across the Linsday Lohan-helmed flop biopic Liz & Dick. But how did her Aussie (enough) co-star Grant Bowler fare?

Even the Olympics has indie cred: “I’m so cool I qualified for the Olympics before my nation’s sovereignty was even recognised, man”.

Fresh New York writing outlet n+1 ably (but irregularly) blows the cobwebs out of the stuffy lit-mag genre. Here’s a cheat sheet for the anti-literary magazine literary magazine.
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