Name one decent band that's ever come out of Sydney, Australia

Dirty Three, Angels - I concede I fucked up on that one.

Although I would like to add Rose Tattoo to the sydney list

Did you know they re-released their 3 albums in a box set recently? Bargain if you don't already have their albums (as I didn't).

Yes are from Birmingham? How come? You forgot The Move/ The Idle Race/ ELO/ Wizzard/ Jeff Lynne/ Roy Wood and all that crowd

recently realized that for some reason I basically don't like any music from Australia...? This is not intentional or prejudicial it just occurred to me when discussing INXS last weekend (who I have no use for). But then when people started to list off other successful Australian exports - Midnight Oil, AC/DC, Men at Work, the Church, Hoodoo Gurus, uh 20 Odd Foot of Grunts - I realized I don't like any of it. I do love the Bee Gees and Nick Cave is alright (sometimes) but counting either as Australian seems a little ... off. Dirty Three are ok I guess. Maybe I'm overlooking something that is awesome and I just forgot about it or there's great stuff I don't know about yet...

No, you've definitely named every Australian band there.

ah good I was worried

SPK?

the moles is the answer to the op

which is why they've been mentioned 40 times already in this thread...

Who knew Nick Cave was Australian anyone

good music was banned there in 1983

yes references to Moles noted

Go-Betweens? Bee Gees aren't really Australian.

Nick Cave is though, obviously.

Add Royal Headache to the list

There's a new moles album out next month I think, though I guess it's really just an RD solo album. I'm still looking forward to it.

I thought the Go-Betweens were kiwis...? there's plenty of NZ stuff I like

I thought the Go-Betweens were kiwis...?

:-o

Lock thread. In fact, just blow it up, wipe it off the face of the Earth. Though they're not from Sydney.

http://images.publicradio.org/content/2014/01/17/20140117_the-saints-i-m-stranded-album-cover_91.jpg

The Necks are amazing and Australian

^^^^

^^^^

Ed Kuepper in all of his musical guises. The Go-Betweens. The Triffids. The Apartments. Not Drowning, Waving. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. All get much love here.

And do check Ed Kuepper's latest, Lost Cities. Somehow it's flown beneath the critical radar, which is tragic for such a wonderful record.

(Obv responding to Οὖτις's bump, not the OP.)

Personally I have wondered why so few major acts have come out of Birmingham. It is the second largest city of England, and yet, Liverpool and Manchester are both obviously a lot more important in English rock history.
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Sunday, April 27, 2003 7:40 AM (13 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Acts from Birmingham that i can remember:
Black Sabbath
Dexys
Duran Duran
Judas Priest
Yes
The Streets
Fine Young Cannibals
Musical Youth
Moody Blues
― rexJr., Sunday, April 27, 2003 7:52 AM (13 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

classic moment

pedantry trumping pedantry... what this nation was built on

Has Perth produced any decent bands?

TAME IMPALA

that's the only one i can think of

The Triffids

I liked a few MOR things by the Waifs, they were from Perth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_emz0o638PQ

oooh i forgot about this bro with the fingernails who everyone was obsessed with in college.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKOmdK9ButQ

dirty fingernails, I'd wager

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWmdSY306Ts

Perth's finest

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xg6Kwk7dPVE

ah I had forgotten Tame Impala were Australian! yeah I like those first two albums

I haven't listened to the Hoodoo Gurus in 15 years probably but I am happy every time I think of them.

In other news, this "Can't Stop It!" comp is indeed great. Let's be sophisticated!

nonstop girls just came on shuffle here at work. i had forgotten all about radio birdman! perhaps the best named band from Australia

If the decade-old discussion upthread is anything to go by, Sidney's produced (or at least helped produce) a slew of excellent rock bands. Recommended, if that sort of thing floats yr boat, Οὖτις:

Radio Birdman (and New Christs)
Rose Tattoo
Lime Spiders
Celibate Rifles
feedtime
Hard Ons
Mortal Sin
Lubricated Goat
Sadistik Exekution
Circle Pit

Then again, if you don't like AC/DC, I'm not sure we have any basis for mutual understanding...

xpost Birdman leader Deniz Tek was American, but needed Australians, yeah. So are we just calling roll from all over the continent now? Long ago saw a doc, Driving On The Wrong Side of the Road, feat. fast sorta punk-metal and reggae-rock combos, Us Mpb and No Fixed Address, respectively (I think; it really was a long time ago).
Still got an LP around here somewhere by another Aborigine band, Coloured Stone (kind of psych-blues guitars, with horns, sort of like that first Electric Flag album).
Heard a couple of tracks from singer-songwriter Archie Roach, would like to hear more.
Also like the Scientists, Go-Betweens, Courtney Barnett, who seems like a good student of theirs, more Melbourneans Dick Diver, who have their own thread, and one of 'em is a new group, Terry (him and two women), with a new album, which I haven't listened to yet.
Leanne Kingwell sent me her first album several years ago, and I wrote about it in the Voice:

Leanne Kingwell
Show Ya What
Krill

Leanne Kingwell demonstrates how a (barely) 30-year-old indie Australian can
slip into American hearts and charts: with bite-size phrasing of issues that
both actual teens and aspiring adolescents of all ages (especially students of
Garage Glam Boogie) can understand, or think they do. (She also sold "T. Rex,"
her faithful '79 Chrysler Regal, and invested in good promotion.) Even "You
Stink" rocks, despite being pro-hygiene; in fact, it's especially urgent,
because her mom's coming over to meet you! Nevertheless, her Aussie accent
resolutely sands and sauces the (frequently four-letter) truth, braving love's
battlefield with a vibrant "Hero" in her pocket. The rockers here are righteous, like
"Can't Get Enough," where she rams her mid-'60s Troggs-trot right into
early-'70s headbang. But the ballads are my fave raves: "More" and "Blind"...yadda yadda; much more recently, she sent me a very different, very atmostronic, introspective set.

She did make it onto some US club charts, that's what the end of the first sentence is referring to.
I recommended Cyndi Boste's albums to Kingwell, and she loved 'em, couldn't believe she hadn't heard of her "Some of the people on here are really famous in Australia." Boste made her living as a backup singer, which helped a lot with the networking. Wrote about her too
Cyndi Boste: Nowadays
Australian country-rock-folk-blues singer-songwriter, whose deep, rich voice has also become more tensile with age, as an Aussie tightness, nasality and theatrical vibrato now hold each other in check, damn near subliminally. It's notes-to-self-&-others (to whom it may concern), notches on the hills and valleys: initially going towards an unexpected, street corner maybe diagonal to “Slow Train Coming”, but she’s too restless and sociable to stick with that (though even there, she’s got the music to match Dylan’s, stern-standards-wise). Overall, it’s more like Wynonna and Petty’s Heartbreakers meet in Stones country, on the wry side of bruising. Might not be quite up to her previous albums, but they set the bar very high, and this one grew on me pretty quickly (11 songs, just over 43 minutes: she always knows how to say it and move on). Still got the appeal of her debut, which I wrote about long ago in the Voice (new one’s a bit better produced, via experience and crowdfunding).

And here's the debut, from a round-up of cosmic cowgirls ("Deep rich voice" recycled from here cos that's what it is)

Further West, Cyndi Boste has been called "the Lucinda Williams of
Australia." And both artists do bear down, on what could otherwise easily remain mere
backwatery blues-mindedness. But Car Wheels on a Gravel Road usually works best
when Lucinda looks up from her road maps, and lets the music unwind, even
snake around some. On Home Truths (Warrior), Cyndi keeps playing her cards (hungry
textures, tiny solos, rationed hooks) close to the vest, but her game's always
gaining momentum. Meanwhile, she's gathering scattered impressions, impulses,
hoarding insights and courage.

Then she cuts out, through the day's apparently endless scrutiny of
things-as-they-are, into the desert night, where "new" things start to move around
differently—she wanted it, she's got it. No time left, even after "Daddy Comes
Home," for the world to end, or begin. The deep rich voice intensifies its
clipped delivery of key phrases. These click on by, like slide shows, empty
chambers, telephone poles. Hello Operator, she's making a lonnnggg distance call.