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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.
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.
PJ Harvey is the first artist to win a second Mercury Prize for UK’s album of the year. How she won it, and what for, makes the story even more opportune.
It’s not exactly surprising – except perhaps to festival promoters – but a survey by ticketing agency Moshtix has revealed that overpriced tickets are diverting live music punters from festivals to pubs.
From fashion blogger to pop star, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu is super-famous in Harajuku, but the video for her new single ‘Ponponpon’ has bamboozled many outside Japan.
Japanese post-rockers MONO, alt-folk favourites Okkervil River, an Aesop Rock/Kimya Dawson collaboration and legendary punk Jello Biafra are among the acts heading to Melbourne this October.
While venerable Aussie band Silverchair call it quits for a second and possibly final time, two once-popular acts from the ’90s are getting back together again.
Tourism NT is singing the praises of the Red Centre, and think no one can do it better than two white girls from inner-city Sydney.
After soul singer Solomon Burke died en route to an Amsterdam gig, some obituaries have called him the “King of Soul”. But he’s not the first performer to lay claim to that crown…
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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