hello everyone...
check it - our profile on triple j unearthed... we've been luck enough to recieve airplay a couple of times which is encouraging... if you would like to hear us coming across your airwaves more often, put in a few good words and you might be lucky!! we would love for you to rate our songs... just click on the link below... x
also... the limited edition EP we released in feb 07 at the chauvel cinema, paddington, is available for purchase at rarerecords.com.au... and it is now extremely limited edition! seriously, i think there are only 4 left!! we will not be releasing it again, EVER... the next release will be our debut album... but we aren't giving away too much just yet. we promise it will be worth the wait though...
to order your copy of our limited edition EP, click the link below...
Sydney lost a rare gem when King Tebbutt and Whistler packed their lives into a hatchback and relocated to Melbourne.
Delicate, refreshing and honest – KTW were, all too briefly, a respite from our city's icy apathy and flashy bravado.
Easy on the ear and stunning to the eye, the young trio offered something we so desperately needed. They blessed us with their breezy melodies and delicate harmonies. With a command of the sensual without ever forgoing subtlety or sincerity. With wisdom beyond their years. And with songs that possess that dreamlike capacity to carry the listener back to a long-forgotten innocence.
And they left us! Abandoned us. But I digress…
King and Whistler found an equal in each other's sultry voices. Tebbutt – no doubt enchanted by both his new friends - found chords worthy of backing them.
Still barely of drinking age, the trio was offered a residency at the Excelsior of Glebe - and within weeks was scoring international supports at Sydney's home of jazz and blues, The Basement.
So young and already so gifted – anybody that heard and saw them was charmed by their unaffected beauty and quiet confidence.
In a startlingly short amount of time, KTW found themselves being courted in all corners of the folk circuit, earning instant respect from the most jaded of critics, being invited on the road by admiring troubadours, offered free recording time – nobody could get enough of them.
But, for us poor Sydneysiders at least, it was a short-lived joy. No sooner had we managed to get a five-track EP out of them, the trio announced that their hearts were now set on conquering Australia's capital of food, fashion and music – Melbourne.
At a farewell concert at the Chauvel Cinema in Paddington, KTW left us with their music presented in perfect context – as an original, artful reminder of something classic.
Now we sit in our pokey apartments, knowing that the Victorians will be falling head over heels for them just as we did.
And the tough thing to swallow is that, inevitably those bloody Victorians will proudly claim them as their own.
Let it be known, Melbourne, that we had them first.
by brett winterford // freelance writer/journalist
"never complacent, king tebbutt & whistler lead us into their soulful, unexpectedly wise track. reminiscent of bic runga, listen and be pleasantly surprised by quality production and attention to musical detail." - Murdoch (superuser on triple j unearthed) on pedestrian philosophy
"nice stuff. does remind me of the sundays which is cool." - richard kingsmill (triple j)
"I can’t tell whether they look younger than they truly are or have just come into their ‘musical own’ early..." - the invisible groupie from hotsource
