
Auckland’s Autumn Splendour have a new video to share that was shot on Super 8 film and processed in Germany. We got the band to explain what they’re about and why they have an obsession with naming songs after themselves
Photos by Rachel Brandon

Photos by Rachel Brandon
Oh look – it’s Glastonbury Festival time again. Don’t worry – I won’t air my yearly gripes about the festival again.
Oh, OK, then: I hate the fact that a once-unique festival of genuinely alternative lifestyles, music and culture has been hijacked by the Grazia-reading haircut brigade. Sad but true.
A trip to Glastonbury used to be a weekend break in a parallel universe: one where travellers, hippies, rockers, arts ‘n’ craft people, old people, naked people, drunk people, Hari Krishna people et al could congregate and mix freely.
Deerhoof with Grayson Gilmour and Seth Frightening
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
San Francisco Bathhouse, Wellington
Photos by Ema Richards


Fuzzy, distorted experimental post punk that’s not trying hard to fit in with the cool kids. The Hairdos have been going quietly about their business, playing a few live shows in venues and house parties throughout Auckland. We caught them a few months ago playing what was apparently their first real show and were very impressed with their energy and band dynamic.

Something about Cassette #9 makes people go crazy, perhaps it’s because a lot of them don’t go to gigs all that often, who knows? But I think Bonaparte could make a crowd anywhere go nuts. I heard after the gig from someone that he thought the Auckland crowd wasn’t crazy enough and that he wanted a stage invasion. Perhaps Auckland crowds could learn a few tips from Wellington gig goers, where Bonaparte seems to get a pretty awesome crowd every time he plays.
Accompanied by tambourine player Tosh, and his own wicked electric guitar, Bonaparte bounced his way through an hour long set of raucous rock and roll. People jumped, pushed and danced around, feeding of each others energy to make it one hell of a party. Tosh did her best, acting like the sidekick to a circus ring master, spurring on the crowd and at one point dancing with them waving around her two tambourines. It was so great to see people genuinely having fun at a gig, perhaps the new venue his kicked the life back into the live party scene.
Over The Atlantic was again flawless in their execution, despite the odd sound difficulty. However the crowd didn’t seem to notice and the group of young girls swooning over the band were very cute. I have never seen Over The Atlantic play a bad set, even with a borrowed bass guitar that hadn’t been played for five years, their sound was amazing (although on stage it was apparently not so good).

Sam Conaglen now lives in Auckland and he kindly took these photos for us from Friday night’s So So Modern show. Once again Cassette #9 had massive lines outside and people had problems getting in, but you’ve probably grown to realise that by now.
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