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We're not going to engage in any sort of silly city-baiting about whose is better, as that's as pointless as comparing apples and orangutans. But we...

Not a plank of dimensional lumber, not a 1998 film about Irish labourers directed by Jimmy Smallhorne, not a Metallica song off LOAD (1996) or a Blind...

Anthologies work because they’re so soothing for those with short attention spans. If you don’t like one chunk? Wait a few minutes, and you’ll...

With all the film festivals coming through Sydney at the moment, from last week's feature Hola Mexico Film Festival, to this week's Japanese Film Festival...

Published Art may have been around for a while, but like a chameleon it regularly changes its novel skin with the constant flow of art, design and architecture...

1978 New York was a very different place. Junkies, trannies, punk bands... junkie tranny punk bands.

NEW YORK NOISE showcases the whole flea-ridden...

For some reason for the last few months I’ve been getting The Magic Numbers confused with Major Moulty’s Amazing Magical Plastic Band. I thought...

There are a lot of things up with the world today, largely a result of the human race giving the finger to common sense and moral sensibilities. Deforestation...

Holy, holy, holy CRAP. After Mardigras madness, Gay Bash is back to cup your eggs before they've hatched. Consistently the best party in Sydney, this...

On a scale of one to 10 – one being a shameless pansy and 10 being Vladimir Putin – photojournalists rate a 9.5. Like modern day atrocity...

Regional galleries are fantastic and grossly overlooked. Three that I try and keep up with are the recently reopened, epic-scaled Casula Powerhouse; the...

Online mail order service Cloth Ear Music is a boon for fans of lo-fi psychedelia, drone experimentation and handmade recordings. Operated anonymously...

Who would have thought that New Zealand could offer you the World? But that's the intention of the creators and founders of WORLD, Factory of Ideas and...

I’ll take the brusCHEtta. “Certainly sir. The brusHEtta.” This happened – twice - so now I can never ever eat on Norton Street...

There's something to be said for the dreamy imperfection of an old-school analogue photo. It's something a wardrobe of vintage tees, retro sunnies and...

These three old-time mags are classics. LEVEL pretty much made us want to start doing a mag; those early RAYGUN (although illegible) were a designer’s...

Four months ago, a lady called Lin Lin said goodbye to her native New Zealand and headed off to the big Sydney smoke. In her bags she packed not lanolin...

An Eastern Suburbs institution for the better part of 20 years, Mickey's is the local milk bar you never grew up with as a child of the ‘80s and...

It's probably true to say there aren't many books that could be spun out from a VICE column. True, some of the don'ts are quite evocative (ref: ‘It's...

TwoThousand likes nothing more than a little unfriendly competition. Why, just last week we slashed the tires of the editor of Citysearch and broke the...