Just a little overjoyed that Far Caspian, who I was crushing on back in January, have released a new EP, The Heights and it is just as much non-stop dream pop as their previous EP. It was fortuitously released on the weekend that involved a road trip to Margaret River and provided the perfect soundtrack for the chilly, forest drives.
Now, for something completely different, I have been loving the 1980s post-punk sound (complete with jaunty saxophone) of French Vanilla. Their new album, How Am I Not Myself?, is pure unadulterated fun ideal for a bedroom dance party for one.
After listening to an interview with Gail Jones on Meet the Writers I picked up a copy of her latest book, The Death of Noah Glass. It felt slightly more mainstream than her previous novels, but I enjoyed the intertwining of art, family secrets and grief.
My partner and I managed to time a mini-break to Margaret River with one of the wettest, most torrential weekends that has hit the state so far this year. Any plans of long walks were thrown out the window and replaced with…eating. The highlight was Sunday lunch at Yarri in Dunsborough. While it bucketed down outside, we shared three courses made from local produce in the warmest surrounds. Yarri is also associated with the wine producers, Snake + Herring, who have the sweetest cellar door in Wilyabrup - the perfect log cabin overlooking the bush.
I discovered a new word this month: matutolypea. At its most poetic, it can mean morning sorrow; at its worst, it refers to being in a pretty shitty mood first thing in the morning. I am certainly guilty of the latter and, given the cooler weather, my reticence to get out of my warm bed in the morning is extreme. So, at the risk of sounding extremely lazy, I am advocating bed-ins for the remainder of winter à la John and Yoko.
I usually have to wait until the Perth Festival in November-April before I can access films screened at Cannes that year, so I was super excited that the Palme d’Or winner, Bong Joon-Ho’s Parasite (2019) opened at the cinema only a month after the festival. My love for this film can be distilled in a moment when one of the characters blows the fine hair particles off the surface of a peach fully aware that her adversary is allergic to them. The effect is so visually poetic and yet insidiously evil - a polarity that Bong plays with throughout the film. The beginning has a light comedic tone that is slightly unnerving before it takes a severely dark turn as a sardonic critique of class disparity and family dynamics in contemporary South Korea. Highly recommended.
I also really enjoyed the first season of Sex Education this month. Hilarious and touching in equal measure, it features some amazing performances (Ncuti Gatwa is heartbreakingly spectacular).