Bonnie Kay and the Sweet Patooties | Brothers | Chase The Sun | Checkerboard Lounge
Christina Crofts | Dave Hole | Dean Ray | Karen Lee Andrews | Kenny Brown and Dom Turner
Lil G | Matt Ross and Shane Flew | Matt The Rumble and the Tremolomen | Minnie Marks
Paul Mason Band | Rackham | Shane Pacey Trio | The Black Sorrows | The Mighty Reapers
The Sunbears | Youth Blues Project


















































































































































































Reviewer and Photographer | Kevin Bull

On a balmy Sunday night at the King Street Hotel in Newcastle, something that felt a little like time travel unfolded. The sold-out crowd – a delighted gaggle of mid-forty-somethings and older, nostalgiac Boomers – packed the venue wall-to-wall, many clutching memories as much as their drinks. When Transvision Vamp hit the stage, it was clear this wasn’t just a gig; it was a reunion with a soundtrack that most of these folks had first heard on cassette or vinyl. For nearly two hours, the band led by the inimitable Wendy James delivered 17 tunes with infectious energy and unabashed joy, leaning heavily into their late ’80s/early ’90s heyday, especially material from Velveteen.
For context, this Australian jaunt marked the band’s first proper tour Down Under in decades – some 30-odd years since they last toured here, an absence that only made the cheers louder and the singalongs fiercer. It was a night where nostalgia met the present, and fans responded as though the years had never passed.
The evening opened with a blast of raw pop-rock fun as Transvision Vamp launched into ‘Trash City’, immediately setting a raucous tone. The crowd, already buzzing from the wait, belted out every word, proving that whether it’s big burly blokes at the barrier or groups of mates in their mid-40s, they still knew these songs inside out. From there, the setlist moved at a brisk pace through classics like ‘Tell That Girl to Shut Up’ (a cheeky cover), ‘I Want Your Love’, and ‘Sister Moon’.
Early on, it was clear how deeply these songs are rooted in this audience’s collective memory. During ‘Pressure Times’ and the velvety power-pop of ‘The Only One’, there was laughter, dancing, and more than a few misty eyes in the crowd. By the time the band hit ‘If Looks Could Kill’, punters were practically singing over the top of Wendy – and why not? Some moments felt more like a community sing-along than a concert.
Half the set was drawn from the band’s Velveteen era – no surprise given its status as arguably their most enduring work. Songs like ‘Born to Be Sold’, ‘Down on You’, ‘Pay the Ghosts’ and the smash ‘Baby I Don’t Care’ (inevitably one of the loudest crowd responses of the night) had arms waving and voices hoarse before intermission. Even the slower or deeper cuts were met with ardent enthusiasm.
James’ stage presence was as magnetic as ever. Thirty-plus years on from the peak of their commercial success – a time when Velveteen hit number one and singles like ‘Landslide of Love’ ruled UK charts – she moved with confidence and a playful wink, clearly enjoying every moment with this devoted audience.
The encore brought out hidden gems and a few surprises. Aside from the beautifully presented ‘The Impression of Normalcy’, James and the band delivered a sultry ‘Bad Valentine’ before closing with the sprawling title track ‘Velveteen’ itself – a fitting cap to an era-celebrating set while giving the crowd one last anthem to shout back at her.
Throughout, the atmosphere was remarkable: you could see childhood friends hugging, partners smiling at shared memories, and a genuine connection between band and crowd that transcended mere nostalgia. There was humour too – Wendy’s charming asides, mischief in her eyes, and the sheer delight as the audience recognised every lyric. It felt like the room was collectively saying, “Yes, we remember this. We love this.”
By the end of the night, it was clear that Transvision Vamp’s return to Australia wasn’t just a tour stop – it was a homecoming party for fans who never stopped loving them. The energy was high, the voices were hoarse, and the smiles were wide as punters spilled back onto King Street, humming choruses that had become part of their own life soundtracks. In a music landscape obsessed with the new and next, tonight was a joyful reminder that sometimes the old favourites are worth celebrating just as loudly. Velveteen, Pop Art and more weren’t just albums in a setlist – they were the stories of a generation who came ready to sing their hearts out and leave with grins as big as the room itself.























Reviewer and Photographer : Kevin Bull

After a two-hour drive through Sydney’s suburban sprawl and into the misty Blue Mountains, I arrived at Springwood’s Blue Mountains Theatre on Saturday, February 7, 2026, for the opening night of Bleak Squad’s national tour. The venue was packed with a mid-to-older age crowd, all eager to witness the supergroup’s noir-rock album, Strange Love, on the live stage. The anticipation was palpable, and I was curious to see if the band could translate their studio magic to the live arena.
Bleak Squad – comprising Adalita (Magic Dirt), Mick Harvey (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds), Mick Turner (Dirty Three), and Marty Brown (Art of Fighting) – delivered a performance that was both tight and atmospheric. They played the entirety of Strange Love, starting with the title track ‘Strange Love’, setting a moody tone with its brooding melodies. The set flowed seamlessly through tracks like ‘Safe As Houses’, ‘Everything Must Change’, and ‘Blue Signs’, each song showcasing the band’s cohesive chemistry and musical prowess.
A highlight was ‘Melanie’, which closed the main set. The song’s haunting guitar lines and layered instrumentation left the audience in a reflective hush. After a brief pause, the band returned for an encore, opening with a spirited cover of Magic Dirt’s ‘Summer High’, a nod to Adalita’s roots. They also paid homage to their influences with covers of Mick Harvey’s ‘A Suitcase in Berlin’ and Jackson C. Frank’s ‘Cover Me With Roses’. These selections added depth to the performance, bridging their new material with their musical heritage.
Mick Turner’s guitar work was a standout, characterised by his signature ‘illogical squawk’—a style that blends dissonant tones with melodic undercurrents, creating a soundscape that’s both unsettling and captivating. His playing added a unique texture to the performance, complementing the band’s overall aesthetic.
In conclusion, Bleak Squad’s live rendition of Strange Love was a compelling showcase of seasoned musicianship and artistic synergy. The band’s ability to weave their individual styles into a cohesive performance made the two-hour journey worthwhile. As I joined the throng of satisfied concertgoers waiting in the mercy queue, I couldn’t help but feel that Bleak Squad had not only met but exceeded expectations, delivering a show that resonated long after the final note.































Reviewer and Photographer : Kevin Bull

I caught the train from the Central Coast down to Sydney for the first of two Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds shows at The Domain on Friday 23 January — part of the Wild God Tour — and a warm summer night greeted the packed crowd, mostly mid-to-older age (read: people who could reasonably school me in life, music, and how to queue politely). Sydney’s iconic outdoor venue was buzzing, blankets and wine in tow, as folks settled in for what would turn out to be nearly two and a half hours of deep cuts, rousing anthems, and moments that felt like collective confessionals.
The show began with a punch: opening with ‘Frogs’ and immediately into the title track from the latest album, Wild God. These first two songs set a tone that was both meditative and muscular — a signature Cave blend of gravitas and drive. Over a generous 23-song set, the Bad Seeds leaned heavily on Wild God, peppering the night with tracks like ‘Song of the Lake’, ‘Long Dark Night’, ‘Joy’ and ‘Final Rescue Attempt’ alongside classics such as ‘Jubilee Street’, ‘Red Right Hand’ and ‘The Mercy Seat’.
Highlights included the exploratory swing of ‘O Children’, the swamp-infused rumble of ‘Tupelo’, and the choir-tinged intensity dripping out of ‘Conversion’. The setlist felt curated for both long-time devotees and newer fans — each track pulling the audience deeper into the Bad Seeds’ mythic soundworld. When the first set reached its close with the dramatic, expansive ‘White Elephant’, there was a sense of communal pause — a breath held before the encore.
The encore opened with the tender, almost lullaby-like ‘Wide Lovely Eyes’, before stomping through fan favourites like ‘Papa Won’t Leave You, Henry’ and ‘The Weeping Song’. A particularly profound moment came with ‘Skeleton Tree’, whose stark emotional core was met with hushed reverence. Then came ‘Into My Arms’, delivered solo by Cave at the piano. There was an intimacy in the air that made it feel like everyone had collectively, spontaneously agreed to whisper. The crowd’s voice gently wove into the final refrain — a perfect, goose-bump-inducing conclusion to the night.
By the time the house lights came up, nearly two and a half hours had melted by without complaint. The Wild God Tour on this Sydney night proved that Cave and the Bad Seeds — even after decades on the road — still know how to craft a set that’s equal parts theatrical, spiritual, and downright thrilling. It was a show that demanded attention, rewarded patience, and left a warm, jubilant buzz that lingered long after the train whistle called us home.

























