With Dick Diver
No disrespect to the always awesome Spider Bags, but the impetus for my driving out to Chapel Hill on this Thursday night was to see Australia's Dick Diver. And to also eat at Carrburritos obviously, but that part is a given for any trip to Chapel Hill. I'm not sure what is in the water down under, but it seems like nearly every Aussie band I have lent my ears to lately I come away loving, and that was definitely true with this four piece from Melbourne. On record they sound a lot like kids who grew up on the New Zealand sound of the Clean and the Bats and the 3ds and that crowd - that may or may not true, and it seems entirely possible that Australians would never admit to being influenced by New Zealanders (I'm possibly creating a rift between the two countries completely out of thin air mind you), but pretty much everyone seems to hear the same thing as me. Live you get that vibe as well, but there is something else there, something almost Stone Roses-ish...Stone Roses with amazing harmonies. They were quite endearing and funny between songs as well, seemingly fascinated with American truck stops and weird flip flops (or as they called, them, thongs) and talked of going to F. Scott Fitzgerald's grave and farting. It was everything I could ever want out of the live show of a new favorite band. The Aussies don't often make it past the west coast, but I hope they travel back over here to the east again and often.