EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING B-Side Man presents: The Dragon, the Guitar and the Missing Reel A VHS film noir rock 'n' roll fever dream PICTURE STARTS • TRACKING ERROR • DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SET The year is 1984. Or 1974. Or possibly Tuesday. The rain is coming down sideways. A neon dragon flickers above a nightclub called The Golden Pick. Somewhere in the distance, a guitar is making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a motorcycle being thrown down a staircase. I was looking for a song. Just one song. A little something to follow up that business with the octopus and Mother Earth . Something with a bit of mystery. A little international flavour. Maybe a hidden gem from the bottom of the crate. Then I found a trail. And the trail led straight into a world of Asian rock 'n' roll where the guitars are loud, the rules are questionable, and everybody seems to know kung fu. Or at least, they know somebody who does. Chapter One: The Case of the Missing Dragon It started ...
THE QUEENS OF THE SOUTH Twelve queens. Three continents. One hell of a rock 'n' roll journey. There is a tendency to look north when we talk about rock royalty. London, Los Angeles, New York. The familiar names, the familiar stories, the familiar faces on the posters. But rock has never respected borders, and rebellion has never required a passport. Down south, women have been plugging in, turning up and challenging expectations for generations. From Australia's sweat-soaked pub-rock stages to South Africa's alternative underground, from the psychedelic experiments of Chile to the fierce melodies of Argentina and Colombia, these queens have carved out their own territory. Some became household names. Others remain discoveries waiting to happen. Some sing in English, others in Afrikaans, Portuguese or Spanish. Their sounds differ, their histories differ, but they share one glorious refusal to play by somebody else's rules. Welcome to the southern court. Leave your ...