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What: boom.
Who: Edited by Steph Kretowicz and Katie Lenanton Where: Oxford St Books, 119 Oxford St, Leederville, Planet Books, 636-646 Beaufort St, Mt Lawley, William Topp, 452 William Street, Perth, Northbridge, Harry Highpants, 259 William Street, Northbridge, The Butcher Shop, 276 William Street, Northbridge, Pigeonhole, Shop 7a Shafto Lane, Perth, Form, 357 Murray St, Perth, FOUND, Fremantle Arts Centre, 1 Finnerty Street, Fremantle Or buy online here How much: $19.95 | | "We'd gone round and round, seeing the landscape from a familiar perspective." So says the unnamed protagonist of boom. as they take a misguided, overpriced ride on the Perth Wheel, which is our state sponsored answer to the Eiffel Tower - a ferris wheel plonked down on the Swan River foreshore (and people have the nerve to call us "Dullsville!") Familiar perspectives are all the rage these days with university academics and mining experts happy to extol the virtues of our state as a "boomtown" (Hey, it's what Lonely Planet likes calls us, so it must be true). boom. is an interesting antidote to the virtue - being the sum works of 20 young Perth creatives, who give a unique perspective on this "boom" from the dirty street corners, buses and backyards where they live and work.
Steph Kretowicz, well-known local music journo and editor of the boom. project, has crafted a funny, informative story that takes her characters on a tour of the plastic suburbs, the commercialised pubs, the antique conservatives, and even indulges in a little local history - reminding us all that Perth was swampland once upon a time. Swamp or no swamp, $20 is still pretty expensive for a ride ‘o the Wheel. Right? By Tristan Fidler | | | |
What: Witch Hats' Kris Buscombe on the new album, Solarium Down the Causeway On: Z-Man Records Myspace: Here | | Witch Hats are undeniably one of Australia's most intense rock bands, a newer and slightly more urgent version of that band that Nick Cave was in, in the early 90s (what's their name again?). They've just released a new EP, Solarium Down the Causeway, which just made me think of the 6km walk I used to take to the shops, were a Solarium and porn store were the only bastions of visible civilization on the road to glory (German baked goods being the glory). It turns out I didn't miss the mark completely, but it was LA, not some Deutsche backwater. Their driven guitar music is nothing short of a laconic, acid bitten, apocalypse anthem. These songs are stripped back and rhythmic, foaming at the mouth. Recorded in a milk factory in Oakland, the album starts off with a punch in the teeth/stomach. Kris Buscombe yelps about the rabbit that can't hear the farmer rapping (clap clap) on the door. Kris and I had a chat on the phone a few days ago and he explained a few things... Sarah Werkmeister: What does Solarium Down the Causeway mean? Kris Buscombe: It's a lyric from one of the songs. It was a loose reference to seeing people sun bake on the side of this aqueduct thing on the side of the road in Los Angeles. It's really strange, they've got these big artificial rivers that funnel the water into the city, and into desalination plants and for long periods of time they're actually empty. It was empty when we were there and you just drive along through the city and you see all these artificial concrete things that are sometimes filled with water and we saw all these people sunbaking like it was a beach. Read the rest here... By Sarah Werkmeister | | | |
What: Soft Cuts, Fleur Harris When: Opening Fri Nov 13, 6pm Runs until Sun Nov 29
Where: William Topp, 452 William St, Northbridge Contact: 92288733 | | Clocks used to be so boring. Especially the dusty ones on the wall at school, with their big off-white faces and black numbers, loaded with budget batteries that left the clocks permanently conked out at 11.37. But there was no fooling those teachers by pointing at the time and insisting class was over: those cunning witches wore wristwatches! It's time to put the bad clock memories behind you, because now people are doing all sorts of things with clocks, like projecting them onto walls or making digits appear from inside blocks. There's even a lady called Fleur Harris whose making clocks out of wooden Jesus! And wooden Mary's. And also, skeleton skulls. Fleur Harris is one super skilled (and rather pretty!) lady whose only just starting making these amazing clock creations - her usual gig is real cute illustrations for clients like Poketo wallets, The Berlin Zoo, Monster Children and IDN magazine. But so far, so good - Jesus has had heaps of experience getting things stuck in him, what with that whole nail business and all. So for him, two lightweight clock hands is a breeze. Mary is a little less amped about the whole thing, but she's really impressed with how great her cheekbones look in laser-cut form. And the best thing about Jesus-as-a-clock is that when the batteries go dead, he just resurrects them. By Danielle Marsland | | | |
What: Kakulas Brothers Where: 183 William Street, Northbridge When: Mon-Sat, 8am-5pm Contact: www.kakulasbros.com.au or 9328 5285 Image: R J Meakins View map | | You can smell this place a mile off: Kakulas' sensory melange is more potent than Dune's: cardommon, cinnamon, coffee: the kind of aromas that only those with a Hellenic schnoz can experience to the fullest. The Brothers Kakulas have been in this game, on these premises, since 1929. The family tradition is continued by Kakuli George Junior and Evan (SixThousand understands that a Greek "bros before hos" patriarchal tradition is responsible for a Kakulas Sister going her own way). George Senior still works the till, keeping his 90-year-old mind alert remembering hundreds of price codes. Spices by the sack, any fruit you can dry (and other muesli fixin's), Mediterranean olives, Austrian wafers, Polish Morello Cherries. They've recently changed their system, so forgive the poor guy if he overcharges you for the odd dried apricot. Tea is sold by the gram. Fourty cents at Kakulas gets you the same as $20 at certain wanky tea houses. Columbian coffee is ground to your requirements. Drop in. Say yasou to George. Listen to his stories. Admire his range. Envy his nose. By NvH | | | | |
What: Amelia Where: In cinemas today Watch the trailer: Here Win: Thanks to Fox, we have 5 dbls to give away! To enter, email win@sixthousand.com.au with the subject ‘Oh no, my scarf fell out of the plane!' | | When you're making a film about a pixieish lady who succeeded in a man's world, Hilary Swank's your go-to girl. At first I found her accent odd here, but turns out that's just the way pioneering aviatrix Amelia Earhart talked. Amelia is as fluffy and diaphanous as the white clouds and fluttering silk scarves it so often depicts, constantly reiterating that flying slaked Earhart's thirst for "freedom" from social constraints. However, it presents Earhart's contradictions accurately and sympathetically. She's an industry pioneer (she helped establish commercial aviation), feminist icon (she tirelessly supported women flyers) and celebrity (she endorsed a raft of consumer goods and maintained her income with personal appearances). There's also a love triangle between Earhart, her publicist-turned husband George Putnam (Richard Gere) and athlete-turned-TWA airline founder Gene Vidal (Ewan McGregor). Earhart and Putnam had no children, and the film (in a rather weaselly way, I think) posits her as a potential mother figure for Vidal's son Gore (yep, the author). But it's Putnam who's left emoting on the shore after Earhart disappears at sea in 1937. Her fate remains uncertain, whereas Amelia's fate is to be enjoyed by my mum. By Mel Campbell | | | | |
What: Infusion Coffee
Where: Shop 13, Plaza Arcade, 185 Murray St, Perth CBD
When: Mon-Thur 7am-5pm, Thur 7am-9pm, Sat 8am-5pm, Sun 10.30am-5pm
How much: $4 flat white, $4 for 100g of beans, maxing out at $60 for 2 kilos of the primo stuff
Contact: coffeeco@global.net.au or 9325 4111 View map | | What's up with all the polished white arcades in Perth? The Plaza Arcade revamp, the new echo chamber above the self-serve Woollies... Surely there's more to a valuable shopping experience than dentist-clean terrazzo? Well, there is. Holed up in the Plaza Arcade you'll find Infusion coffee. Instantly noticeable at least twenty metres away care of the thick, soporific caffeiney musk, and the pulsing drum ‘n' bass, it's basically a narcoleptic's nightmare. Also, my favourite coffee shop in Perth. Their secret is a fantastic bean line-up. Single origin beans, your Javas and Kenyas and such, are merely the tip of the iceberg. There's also flavoured beans for your wussy "I'll just have a mocha..." friends, but the blends are where the money's at. I recommend the Brothers Blend: four of the punchiest beans ground up into one hell of a hangover buster. They'll grind it up and stick it in a brown paper bag for home consumption too. Don't hate on it just because it's in the Plaza Arcade. By Dan Debuf | | | |
What: I Am Still in Yesterday's Clothes Issue 5 (The Work Issue) Launch Where: Coastal Shelf, 8 Pier Street, Perth
When: Fri Nov 13, 6.30-9.30pm
How much: Free entry (includes beverages!) $5 for copy of zine
Contact: I Am Still In Yesterday's Clothes | | Friday is a big day for the corporate world - casual dress, TGI Friday celebrations, and the moral gratification that comes with siphoning your loose change off to charities. While most of us look on, bemused at the rituals of generic office workers, this Friday you'll have the opportunity to partake in some more wholesome after-work fun, courtesy of Mr. Tristan Fidler and Coastal Shelf. To launch Issue Five of Fidler's eminent publication, I Am Still In Yesterday's Clothes, employees and bludgers alike are invited to sample coffee and donuts, peruse illustrations of the ‘Employees of the Month' and pick up the latest copy of this local zine, focusing on all things work related. There's ranting, there's humour, there's illustration - it's perfect reading for the bus to and from your dreary (or not-so-dreary) job. And should your breadwinning activity subject you to frequent onslaughts of office jargon, amuse yourself with a game of bullshit office-speak bingo. With a copy of Yesterday's Clothes in your top drawer, Monday will soon start to feel like a Friday. By Emma Breheny | | | | | What: 20 years/20:00: 20 Years Since The Fall Of The Berlin Wall Where: bamBOO, 446 Beaufort St, Mt Lawley When: Thu Nov 12, 8pm
How much: Free | | bamBOO's exhibition covers 20 hours in Berlin with 20 photos, at 20 o 'clock. 20 hours in Berlin, for free. Looking at the current state of our savings account, we weren't even getting close to being able to afford even one hour in Berlin, and now there's a whole 20 of them up for grabs. Not convinced this is going to be as good as a holiday to the actual home of the Berlin Wall? Would some German Nu-Wave from the Voltaire Twins sway you? Or maybe some German infused disco from DJ Boy Crazy Stacey and Craig Hollywood? Ah - how about historical footage of the Wall, VJ'd together in some nice projections care of VJZoo? Bingo! Happy holidays. -DM | | | | Who: Pikelet When: Fri Nov 13, Sat Nov 14 Where: The Burlesque Lounge, 267 William St (upstairs), Northbridge (Fri) (Support from Pond + Carbuncle + Chris Cobilis) Little Creatures Loft, 40 Mews Rd, Fremantle (Sun) (Support from Rabbit Island, Felicity Groom + Erasers) How much: $12 + BF from moshtix.com.au Win: Thanks to Acres, we have a double pass to each show to give away! Email win@sixthousand.com.au with 'Don't pike on this battery goodness' as the subject line | | Although credited as ‘the little pancake' by a bizarrely intoxicated Zach Condon from Beirut (when supporting the band in Sydney earlier in the year), Pikelet goes above and beyond what a small runny pile of eggy goo in your frying pan could amount to. Growing up in Melbs suburbia, Evelyn Morris probs made stacks of pikelets for brekkie, but now she just makes rad sounds with accordians, guitars and pedals, and trots around supporting types like Sufjan, Jens, and Camera Obscura. Goo, Pikelet, goo. -Us | | | | What: Stereosonic Where: Claremont Showgrounds, Perth When: Sun Nov 29, gates noon How much: $109 + BF from here Win: We have a dbl pass to give away! To enter, email win@sixthousand.com.au with the subject 'By all means sir, inhibit my reuptake' | | Now, we don't know much about this "dance" music, but we know some of you whippets go batshit crazy for the stuff. And who could blame you? Stereosonic is the party where no-one rags on your muscle tee, and having fun isn't punishable by the hipster supreme court. Of course, all this comes at a price: $117 plus douchery - but they'll be watching the Cobrasnake watch Laurent Garnier! Leaving you free to see Tim Sweeney (DFA), The Bloody Beetroots, Cut Copy DJs, Canyons, Knightlife (and, sure, the maus who spells his name with a 5), unharried by anything but the youthful zeal of the seratonin reuptake mechanisms inside your presynaptic cells. - PM | | | | |
Hello all you noses out there. Keeping well? Still assisting with breathing and all that jazz? Good, good. Lovely to hear. You know we love your work. Now, here's something you might be interested in. Aesop, that very good friend of the schnoz, has a new range of scents that are going to blow your choana. They're wild and unorthodox, with a lingering, multi-layered trail and product names that reference far away places. | | There's Marrakech, all cloves, sandalwood and cardamom (or desert winds and lute music, in nose speak) and Mystra, full of mastic, frankincense and labdanum (aka French knights, monks and despots). You can pick up a 50mL bottle for $78 at any Aesop store, but we also have one to give away for free! To enter, just answer the following question. This week's question: Aesop speaks the language of a) noses b) schnozzes c) snouts d) hooters To be in the running send your answer, preferred style AND postal address to win@sixthousand.com.au, winners will be notified by email. Subscriber only entry. Not a subscriber? It's free you willies! Sign up here. | | | | SixThousand is a weekly snapshot of Perth's subculture, fired by email into the loving arms of people who realise that the best things in life are often hard to find. It is compiled by an amorphous gaggle of writers, stylists, designers and photographers who all like huddling under that big umbrella we call creativity. Without editorial independence SixThousand has nothing. All editorial you read is featured because it's worth it - not because it's paid for. ADVERTISING PARTNERSHIPS SixThousand is a trusted and proven medium for advertisers to engage with Perth's most elusive individuals - our subscribers. Each issue offers one advertiser the opportunity to have sole presence in the e-newsletter. A variety of placements (three, to be exact) are also available on sixthousand.com.au. For more information on advertising with SixThousand, contact: MANAGING DIRECTOR Francesco Nazzari frunch@rightanglestudio.com.au FEEDBACK Have something to say? Then say it by emailing sixthousand@rightanglestudio.com.au DISCLAIMER The information in SixThousand is subject to change. Although we attempt to ensure that the content at the time of publication is correct, we do not guarantee its accuracy or currency. Right Angle accepts no responsibility to you or anyone else arising from any use or reliance on the information contained in SixThousand or any inaccuracy in the information. The views and opinions expressed on material included in SixThousand may not reflect those of Right Angle. | | CONTACT Right Angle Studio Level 6, 252 Swanston St Melbourne, VIC, 3000
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