Shaun's been writing with The Music since 2015 and in that time has written on everything from high art to hip hop, from spectacular jazz in grand arenas to burgeoning bands in back rooms at pubs. He's mapped the rise of such acts as Winston Surfshirt and Noname, reviewed musicals, theatre shows and a tonne of music including the reunions of Wu-Tang Clan and TLC.
His one claim to fame is a short-lived time as singer in a band that Julia Jacklin opened for before she was famous. He's interviewed the Tibetan Prime Minister and a radio comedian he can't remember the name of. Outside of reviewing for The Music, he is a full-time English teacher, part-time poet and avid music and literature aficionado/desperado.
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“Orton’s voice is haunting, mesmerising, damaged...”
An eager crowd imbibed all they could of eclectic legend Kid Congo and his latest outfit, The Pink Monkey Birds (with special guest Mick Harvey on bass).
It felt like vintage Costello. It could’ve been the late 70s...
Singer Josh Lane possesses the character of a minister, speaking to the 1200 fans as if addressing each and every one of them.
Skinner’s style – laidback and chaotic, bardic and belligerent – makes him a jocular provocateur.
Yussef Dayes impresses in each arrangement with his dexterity, his versatility and his improvisational brilliance.
Was Sampha's first Australian show in seven years worth the wait?
To say Jack Ladder & The Dreamlanders arrived onto the Mary’s Underground stage with swagger and clout would be an understatement.
The lyric “I realised I am just the piece of sh*t I was before” sounded like a rendezvous between Prince and Peaches.
The entire night was a rousing, spirited show driven by Paris Texas, who showed versatility and vivacity despite the jet lag and the “sore neck”.