I honestly thought I could not be surprised by Australian music anymore. For what seemed an eon, that which was given the blessing of popular and critical acclaim was essential cock-rock, whether it was deemed mainstream or (and god forbid I even say this) alternative (ala the Triple J annointed). Obviously this state of affairs is in no way indicative of the actual talent and richness of the musical soil in this cultural unforgiving land – as there is an obvious plethora of acts that have a ridiculous amount of talent. It is rather a statement of what we choose to dedicated ourselves to. Large audiences fail to get behind the more daring, innovative acts and as such, they die out – ala You Am I.
An act I have just been made aware of through some freak occurance is Van She. Normally I would never pursue a band after knowing that they are Australian (and yes I realise my own hypocrisy, but I have become disillusioned with our music industry). However, I did. They have just released their first LP after what appears to be a good solid 3 years of EPs and a ridiculous amount of remixes of songs by bands from Feist to Muscles.
