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October 15, 2018

A council source who wishes to remain anonymous, but let slip that their name rhymes with “Bustin Kester”, has recently contacted the Salient offices to inform the editorial staff that the destruction of Len Lye’s sculpture was actually a savvy display of council funded performance art. The sculpture, which at the time of installation cost Wellington […]

October 1, 2018

Katango was one of thousands of bands in the 1980s. Their members were effeminate young men who wore make up. Their fashion was loud and garish. Their songs were vomit-inducing saccharine pop, shooting for a one-hit-wonder. But there is one thing that singles Katango out from this crowd of brazen auditory vomit: They ripped off […]

August 13, 2018

I was in Las Vegas, Nevada, when I got the second serious head injury of the tour I was on. The first had happened in some concrete hole in the ground DIY venue at the wrong end of Echo Park, Los Angeles. We were playing our set like we would back home; as raucous and […]

July 30, 2018

We drive up a dark road. It is flanked by trees that whip back and forth as if possessed by some evil force. The rain belts on the windshield, but through it, we can make out the grim shape of the Fever Hospital. It hunkers down on the side of Mt. Victoria like a beast lying […]

July 16, 2018

Despite having a name that sounds like it was concocted by a 12-year-old idiot, Chris Dave and the Drumhedz was a musical experience that shook me to the core. I walked out into the Courtenay Place evening feeling as if I had just witnessed Miles Davis touring Bitches Brew, or Sun Ra and his Arkestra, […]

June 5, 2018

Why am I petrified at the outset of this article? Why do my hands tremble above the keys, knuckles sweating, joints weak? I think it’s because I am about to be… sincere. That is quite a scary thing to attempt to do in this day and age, to talk seriously about something that you care […]

May 7, 2018

CW: nauseating content, don’t read post-meal if you have a sensitive stomach Two hours and 10 km away from the Moa Point Wastewater Treatment Plant and I keep getting whiffs of that smell. I’ve washed my hands twice, given my clothes a thorough sniffing, checked my notebook and backpack for rogue splatterings, and have come […]

April 9, 2018

Sitting outside Fringe Bar on a Sunday afternoon can be a grim affair. The tightly drawn, forlorn faces of the daytime pokie-players are a sight to behold as they shuffle in, slow and dejected, about to pour their time, money, and souls into machines that give them blinking lights and broken dreams in return. There […]

March 19, 2018

Interior – Industrial Soviet Beerhall – Night It was late November and cold as hell when I stumbled into the Zhiguli Beer Hall. I was in Moscow, about to take the trans-Mongolian rail line to Beijing, and after finding someone in my hostel who could speak English, had decided to go out for a beer. […]

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