WE'RE SUPPORTING

The sun always seems to be rising or setting in Chris Sheban’s haunting children’s illustrations. His books — I Met a Dinosaur, Catching the Moon, and Red Fox at McCloskey’s Farm, and The Shoe Tree of Chagrin — are instant classics, on par with Goodnight Moon and Midnight Express. Read more

WE'RE THINKING

Since 2009, Aggronautix has produced and distributed Throbbleheads: a punk rock version of the ever-popular bobblehead doll that runs rampant throughout modern American society. Three of the ten have sold out completely. Aggronautix also distributes specialty punk rock items and other punk rock paraphernalia. Fun.

I spent the formative first six years of my life in Wellington, New Zealand, a beautiful windswept city framed by a magnificent harbour in one direction and a stunning collection of green, rolling hills in the other. It was here, on a return visit many years later and deep amongst the clipped accents and ruddy faces of the weather-beaten locals, that I stumbled upon the vast catalogue of the then Dunedin based record label Flying Nun. And what a roster of acts they housed — The Chills, The Bats, The Clean, Tall Dwarfs, The Verlaines, and my favourite guitar-pop band, Straitjacket Fits. Read more

WE'RE TRAVELLING TO

That PETA-endorsed test-tube meat makes me gag a little. All synthetic food does. But maybe we could find a use for it, like making a meat house.

WE'RE READING

We’re launching a new email newsletter in a few weeks time called My Secret Playlist in which a different guest musician each week will write about eight songs that they’re loving right now. Read more

WE'RE LISTENING TO

A broken snare drum rolling gently over a scratchy acoustic guitar; a deep lyrical catharsis smothering a melody which is predictable but endearing. Your Rocky Spine by Great Lake Swimmers is a magical song; all wrapped up in three and half minutes of lustful introspection.

WE'RE WEARING

Dear devoted Twitter fans, you can wear a pair of stockings to pledge your allegiance, or you can wear this hat. The choice, my friends, is yours.