Glenn Richards and Dan Luscombe have been great friends and collaborators for many years, ever since meeting backstage at the first of The Church’s famed ‘Last Ever’ gigs, having supported, in their respective outfits at the time, Augie March and The Black-Eyed Susans.
They’ve toured in support of each other in these bands and with Dan Kelly and the Alpha Males and The Drones, two other great, defining Australian acts.
Late last year they finally recorded a full-length album together after many late nights talking about it, with Chris Richards, Ben Bourke and Mike Noga, in a cold warehouse in the outer Melbourne suburb of Fairfield. They have delivered the raw, ambitious, destined-to-be cult album, Glimjack.
Of late, the pair have been spotted playing shows in venues as disparate as a Perth lawn bowls club and the Mona gallery opening in Berriedale, Hobart. Audiences have been loving their shows and their improvisational and inspired delivery. Having accidentally hit on a formula for rehearsing, which amounts to just not rehearsing, they play whatever they feel like, or whatever the crowd asks for (within reason) from the very large catalogue of Augie March and GR solo releases.
Audience interaction is frequent and the wit is alternately razor sharp and dull as a Young Liberal comedy revue, but at all times entertaining!
Like free verse, this is tennis without a net. In a time when even the most indie of indie acts has a schtick and a walk through, these two talented men bravely, perhaps naively, take the stage armed only with strings and ivories, seasoned voices, candour, and quite a lot of those pesky old things called songs.
