… This was a performance that meant something different to everybody, and after the gig I found myself comparing my emotional reaction with others. Most of us realized we had seen something special and rare. Perhaps it is the beauty of Hobart, this city sandwiched between the harbour and its implications of Antarctic wilderness, the mountain looming above, frequently forgotten about in the grand schemes divined by mainland gods, that creates these small masterworks of art that Tasmania so frequently delivers. Is it possible that by ceasing to look ahead and looking deeper inside, or perhaps combining them, we can once again connect with beauty, recognize it, shed our skins and put our faith in something we can’t comprehend? Michael Shrapnel’s music makes me believe in this.
Reviewed! Citizen Shrapnel & the Lords of Little Egypt, Festival Of Voices ...
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27.07.16 5:23 am