Mouth Tooth align themselves aptly with the freak folk movement. Hailing from, and still connected to seven piece Melbourne outfit Red Berry Plum, this duo made up of Rhys Mitchell and Max Turner have stepped aside to create some beautiful acoustic songs with vivid, surrealistic lyrics and idiosyncratic arrangements. We see their new focus deployed on Rhys' gorgeous vibrato and melodic skills with heavenly harmonies and instrumental accompaniment provided by Max. Mouth Tooth's music is often charmingly childlike with big doses of neo-hippie whimsy and is guaranteed to swoon you within an inch of your eyelashes. 


http://mouthtooth.bandcamp.com/

10 years since his death.

All things must pass... x

R.I.P Ken Russell.

...a blessed unrest

"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable it is nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive." 

 ~Martha Graham to Agnes de Mille.

Michael Kiwanuka

and again... fuck you're good.

King Krule

Thanks DB x

Warts and all.

Photos by: CORY WHITE

George Harrison: Living in the Material World.

 "George himself is no mystery. But the mystery inside George is immense."

-John Lennon

Do not miss this film. 

I do wonder whether or not you have to be a fan to really appreciate Martin Scorsese's extensive re- telling of the life and times of George Harrison because I am and so are my housemates who I saw the film with and each of us were absolutely goddamn blown away by it. It really is the most satisfying, dense music documentary I've ever seen. 

Living In The Material World is an elegant and tenacious three-and-a-half hour examination that goes far beyond mere rock-doc hagiography and becomes a rich and absorbing personal odyssey, ultimately revealing itself as an epic, multi-layered love story – that of a man and his music, his famous bandmates, his many and varied friends, his women and, most significantly, his yearning to answer life's big questions.

More assembled than directed of course, Scorsese takes us through the highs and occasional lows of the man's life so perfectly that the near four-hour viewing time feels like it could go on forever ever and you (or I...) would still be rapt with attention. The film starts with a typically humorous, modest and elusive appearance by George seen between the flowers in his massive garden at Friar's Park, Harrison's incredible mansion. From there you are taken on a linear journey dwelling on most of the major events in his life. There was much archive photography and video footage which none of us had seen before (and we've looked!) and the interviewees were an amazing and essential part of the entire film. With key figures including Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr (his stories are among the best) Tom Petty and Terry Gilliam, Scorsese sets out to cherish and rediscover that special something in Harrison's music and his gentle, self-deprecating, otherworldly personality. Part I covers Harrison's life up till the dissolution of The Beatles in 1970. Part II, which is, in many ways, the livelier and more revelatory section, traces Harrison's emergence as a solo artist and bookmarks the key historical moments: his rousing success with All Things Must Pass, pays tribute to Harrison as the inventor of the benefit gig with his 1971 Bangladesh concert, the Travelling Wilbury's and also as a film producer and backer of HandMade Films, and the man without whom Life of Brian and Withnail and I would not exist. The shock appearance of a now incarcerated Phil Spector, looking ridiculous in his "wig of the day" is controversial and prompted gales of laughter amongst most of the audience at Nova however he was actually surprisingly lucid. 

As we near the tenth anniversary of George's untimely death, which in itself is quite unbelievable, I believe that this film is the perfect telling of his unfashionable (and I don't mean in the clothing sense... he looks INCREDIBLE), unpretentious need for a spiritual purpose in his music and his life and suggests that alone in the Beatles, and perhaps alone in pop's premier league, Harrison, first and foremost was an authentic spiritual figure. Guitarist, follower, leader, student, teacher, songwriter, sitar player, multi-millionaire, mystic, gardener, race car enthusiast, film producer – George Harrison was all of these things and more, a true original in a band of true originals.  

choons.

A little more castle, a little less mania

Anton Newcombe does Syd Barrett.

80's Serge.

❝ Surrender.
Let silence have you.
And if you find you are still swimming on the surface of the ocean,
Let go and sink into the depths of love. ❞

-Kar Kirpa Sahib

COME HOME.

2 types of babes

❝ There are no real boundaries, atomic or other, between self and not-self; it is all heat and intention. A ripple expands, becomes multi-dimensionally sensate, sprouts amoeboid rivulets, vibrates in feelers across a room, anastomoses through a house and out walls, then radiates with growing confidence beyond the city like a psychic octopus, an octoblob extending fractal arms along each tendril to a tingly pod, traveling, reaching, always following sensation, always in touch, across the stars and into their worlds. What initially felt like a faint fluctuating trickle or a muffled pulse becomes exponentially more penetrating than a radio telescope, more precise than a cyclotron, stickier than electromagnetism and more seminal than an atomic bomb. On Earth we have not begun to tap sentient potential. ❞

-Richard Grossinger

❝ There is almost a sensual longing for communion with others who have a large vision. The immense fulfillment of the friendship between those engaged in furthering the evolution of consciousness has a quality impossible to describe. ❞

Pierre de Teilhard de Chardin

SUPERTEEEEAAAAMMM!

 Get on it. http://superteamstudios.blogspot.com/

The Last Poets.

I've been listening to a lot of Gil Scott-Heron of late, hence...

splash of.

The Jesus Song

my brother, sister, father, lover, nemesis and best friend...Peach.
Shot by Superteam Studios xxx

Pete Baxter - The Jesus Song from Superteam Studios on Vimeo.

this is fucked. call me a narcissist but how can this not have been written for me right for this moment? i'm claiming it. it's all too perfect.

Anne Wardrope Brigman

In 1869, Anne Wardrope Brigman along with her family of 8 lived on the then remote island of Honolulu, to which they moved on a Missionary quest. When Anne was 16 her family returned to the States where Anne married a sea captain, whom she accompanied on countless adventures across the seven seas. It is rumoured that it was on one of those long voyages that she fell and injured herself to the extent of having to remove one of her breasts. Gypsy slippers tired and worn, she eventually settled in San Francisco to bequeath her knowledge and skill to the ever expanding, local bohemian community. She kept company with people such as Jack London and naturalistic poet, Charles Keeler.

Anne was not one to merely bask in the presence of greatness so she pursued her own interest in photography. She joined the Photo-Secession movement, adopting their radical perception that photography must not be restricted to portray reality alone but should rather reflect the inner vision of the photographer.  Through photography she defied social norms by placing naked women in wild scenic landscapes in possess reminiscent of pagan rituals.

Images by Baerer and A Polar Bear's Tale