This isn’t a story about how my first boyfriend ever was Tré Cool from Green Day. It’s about how I met all of my friends.

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I picked up my first Green Day CD when I was 12. Shenanigans was a collection of B-sides and rarities, a few covers, one unreleased track. When I pressed play on my CD player, I was a child. When the album was over, I was a teenager.

Perhaps Billie Joe’s gravelly angst or Tré Cool’s razor sharp drums or Mike Dirnt’s distorted bass were responsible for the transformation. Most likely, though, it was the tortured Americana lyrics about love and death and stench and rot. The Spice Girls hadn’t sung about laughing at the funerals of their enemies or falling…


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It’s a full moon tonight, or very close to it anyway, which always sends me a bit loony. I tend to have excess energy and my emotional reactions are stronger than usual. I get antsy and struggle to sleep and when I do its jerky and restless and full of bright, surreal dreams. I’ve been feeling it all day, actually. Just vaguely aware of a slow build-up of nerves buzzing in the back of my being, and I suppose the fact I’m about to attend my first male strip show is not helping.

I bought the tickets as a gift…


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I’ve just touched down in Berlin. It’s a cloudy Wednesday in July 2016 and it’s been five days since my dad’s funeral. I’m standing on a residential street corner in Friedrichshain with a broken suitcase and no GPS. I can’t find my new flat and I’m not quite sure how I’m going to cope if anything goes wrong.

Obviously my dad having a funeral was not part of the original plan. …


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Charlie and I met by chance. She’d just moved to Berlin from Melbourne and was looking to sublet my flat while I was away — she’d seen my ad on Facebook and sent me a message. I liked her immediately. She turned up at my door like an explosion of energy. At first I thought it was nervous energy but after five minutes I realised it isn’t nerves — it’s this sort of radioactive creativity she keeps contained but at any moment could bubble up and boil over. I’d never come across that before.

We chatted at my kitchen table…


This is a true story of a young girl with a big nemesis and even bigger dreams (even though Medium has tagged it in Fiction. But I don’t blame them; my mother’s behaviour is pretty unbelievable.)

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June 15th 1999. Prize Day.

I’m sitting in a pew in a colossal church in South London. Me and my classmates are agitated, anxious to find out who will be named House Captain. We’ve been waiting for this for 9 months, a long time in the lives of 10 year olds.

That night I dreamt I’d won. I’d woken up in a sweat, heart…


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Photography by Alice Austin

It’s a beautiful sunny afternoon in Berlin and I’m standing in the hallway of Tom Durston’s apartment in Neukölln. He’s originally from Leicestershire so the first thing he says is “Do you want a cup of tea?” and the second thing he says is “Keep your shoes on. I assume you haven’t walked in dog shit.” As I’m about to find out, this exchange is a succinct representation of Tom: friendly and candid.

I’m here to chat about Inverted Audio, Tom’s electronic music magazine, which has been championing underground electronic music and the visual arts for a decade next month…


The evolution of a format, and what we can learn from Nipsey’s $100 Hussle.

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Spring of 2002 and Curtis Jackson aka Fifty Cent has just been shot nine times. Two days later his label, Columbia Records, drops him. Simultaneously his controversial song Ghetto Qu’ran gets him blacklisted by the industry. It wasn’t Fiddy’s week.

Despite some minor successes writing tracks and releasing mixtapes with Jam Master Jay, Jackson wasn’t quite in a position to recover from nine bullet wounds and an industry blacklisting at the same time. So he went to Canada, where he used what he’d learnt to carve his own niche in the market, combining catchy pop production with his NY street…


New stations are forging their own culture and creating world-class content for global audiences..

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Rising from the ashes of the global FM stations, independent radio is delivering the depth and knowledge its mainstream predecessors could rarely conjure. And with the medium mainly on digital, the movement is truly worldwide, from Seoul to Hong Kong; Vilnius to Rio.

Finally satisfying the cravings of the underground scene, this new wave of pioneers are setting up stations that forge their own culture and create world-class content, championing local artists and revolutionising the age-old format.

As a revitalised medium emerges, how can labels take advantage of independent radio’s loyal and keenly targeted audiences?

It’s 7pm on a Tuesday…


From Dopplereffekt to Daft Punk to Deadmau5, masks have proved a powerful marketing tool.

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Daft Punk © Fabio Venni via Wikipedia

Throughout history, masks have been a symbol of ambiguity, mysticism and performance — a veil that conceals even as it reveals, using the visible to stand in for something we cannot or should not see.

Even today, there’s something formidable about watching artists perform behind a mask. Maybe it’s the sense that, by hiding their faces, they invite you to focus solely on their abilities, transforming into a living piece of art. Perhaps it’s simply the innate curiosity of the human brain, endlessly drawn to the unknown. Whatever the reason, masks have proved a powerful marketing tool in music.

Guy…


How filling a dancefloor can take your label to the next level.

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://about blank, November 2014. It’s below freezing but that doesn’t stop the 50-strong crowd waiting outside the Berlin nightclub to attend the first Oscillate party. The lineup included Reznik, Parasol and Cuthead and the attendees left the club that night knowing what Oscillate stands for; the music it champions, the crowd it attracts, the DJs it supports.

DJ and Melbourne-native Kate Miller co-manages Oscillate with her partner Mato, who launched the series four years ago with a friend. “Back then I was a resident DJ — I started getting more involved with organising two or three years ago,” explains Miller.

Alice Austin

London born, Berlin based club culture & nightlife writer

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