60 Seconds With… Laura

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60 Seconds With… Laura


Define your genre in five words or less:

Noise-math post-apocalypse redemption songs.


What can a punter expect from your live show?

It was once likened by a reviewer to taking a hit of LSD. It’s like a wall of atmospheric noise with very loud doses of energy and emotion.


When’s the gig and with who?

Friday June 8 at the Evelyn Hotel with Meniscus, This Is Your Captain Speaking and Lunaire. Tickets are available now from moshtix.com.au. We’ll be playing songs from our latest album Twelve Hundred Times, as well as a few from our previous records.


How long have you been gigging and writing?

We’ve been together since 2001 and this year is the tenth anniversary of our first EP release.


Do you have any record releases to date? What are they? Where can I get them?

Twelve Hundred Times is our third studio album. This and our older albums and EPs are out via MGM Distribution and also available online from lauraisnotaband.bandcamp.com.


What part of making music excites you the most?

The feeling when new material comes together in the rehearsal room when we’re writing together as a band. It’s also exciting to see how other people react to material that we create with our own moods and motivations as the driving forces. This has been especially so with Twelve Hundred Times, which has been an introspective and very personal, creative experience for us all through the writing and recording process.


Describe the best gig you have ever played.

Club Quattro in Hiroshima was the last show on our Japanese tour a few years ago – a great venue, playing to a very appreciative audience and an amazing experience all-round. Touring Japan to support the Japanese release of Radio Swan Is Down was definitely one of our highlights.


What advice would you give to bands that are new on the Melbourne music scene?

Pack your tour van with care, as to avoid cymbal cases falling on your guitarist’s big toe, and under no circumstances should you accidentally slam your cellist’s fingers in the door. Ever.