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Saturday, January 02, 2010 
Julien Poulson is proud to announce the formation of THE CAMBODIAN SPACE PROJECT. A collective of musicians based in Phnom Penh working to create new music with Khmer vocalist Srey Thy. Please take a moment to check out the first video.
Friday, May 15, 2009 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRTq8HEF33A

Video clip for the song Hurry Home from forthcoming albumGreat Western Tiers by The Green Mist. Compiled from images filmed while travelling on the Balkan Express though Romania, May 2009. visit www.myspace.com/themysteriousgreenmist

Thursday, April 02, 2009 
Saturday, March 28, 2009 
As a kid...I was fascinated by radio frequencies...
I’d drive my parents crazy...building rudimentary crystal sets and sound systems out of old valve radios I’d salvaged from the tip... attach great lengths of aerial to the tall trees outside my bedroom window and spend many nights scanning for far away radio signals, wondering about the music, the distorted sounds, the voices and languages and wondering where it all came from... at the same time, I made guitar amps from broken hi-fi equipment and learnt to play, listening to a stack of imported vinyls... groups like the Stones, The Stooges, The Doors, Link Wray, Jimi Hendrix, The Yarbirds, Bob Dylan
‘Growing up in Tasmania, was always going to be an isolating experience… I left home in my teens… the first thing I really wanted to do was get off the Island and travel...in didn’t think I would go back...but I did.

Not so long ago, visiting the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery I went looking for the image of Fanny Cohrane-Smith, circa 1903, recording her voice into the funnel protruding from Doctor Horace Watson's cylindrical wax machine. This image really provided the spark for Great Western Tiers. It’s this striking, eerie image showing Fanny all decked out in European costume of the day. Fanny’s wax-cylinder recordings of Aboriginal songs, are fascinating - recorded in 1903, these barely audible cracklings sound recordings are the only recordings, and only document of indigenous Tasmanian language.

Fanny Cochrane Smith, 1834-1905, was Tasmanian aboriginal, born December 1834 after relocation of Tasmania's indigenous population to Wybalena, she was perhaps one of thethe last full-blood Tasmanian Aborigine to survive the tragic decimation of her people through introduced disease, conflict, and the colonial administration's program of genocide.

So, Great Western Tiers is working title for The Green Mist's latest album … it's come together as a collection of Tasmanian stories – contemporary as well as Van Demonian myths and legends … some stories I’ve been meaning to write for a while... ever since moving back to Tasmanian and forming TGM I’ve wanted to record an album not only inspired by the beauty of the place but by the bloody, grim, and little known history of Tasmania... At one time, Tasmania was the final frontier - far more bloody and wild than anything in the American Wild West… and sometimes it still feels like it.

Since the release of Next Stop Antarctica in Australia (Mistophone/Inertia) and Europe (Bang! Records). The Green Mist’s compass has been set due North.
Not long after recording Next Stop Antarctica I loaded the old merc, packed full of instruments, a change of clothes, extra jerry cans of fuel.. . And hit the highway across Australian deserts, stopping here and there to visit friends, but along the way, writing material for The Green Mists next album Dirt Weed.

In 2008, I visited Europe for the first time, playing a few shows in Spain, France and Ireland. Inspired by this new experience, I stopped a while in Bretagne and took timeout to get a great little three-piece group together. A kinda Tasmania/Breton hybrid The Phantom Travellers is myself alongside Rennes based drummer Tonio Marinescu (Red, Dead Horse Problem, et al) and Christophe Martine (Orville Brody Goodfellas, Born In Flames) on bass guitar. Late last year The Phantom Travellers trio cut several tracks with sound guy Ceddy Gonod and vowed to meet again. Visit The Phantom’s at www.myspace.com/jmpoulson

Late last year, I got some good news from Arts Tasmania (merci beaucoup!!) and learned that The Green Mist would have a budget to record a new album based on tales, myths and legends of the Tasmania’s little known history. This time, Stu Robertson and I, assembled a cast of some fine Hobart musicians including Celtic ensemble Ethereal and fiddle player Anna Elliston .. to work on recording 16 new tracks. Recorded ‘live’ by Anthony Rochester, using portable equipment from his Winter Palace Studio, we took over the gallery space at Cast and set sail on a new musical adventure. I’m especially please with the title track featuring Ethereal ensemble as well as great guitar song man James McCann adding some fuzztone ...

Great Western Tiers is again mixed by long time collaborator - sound producer Lindsay Gravina of Birdland Studios, Melbourne. For me, highlights include ‘Beautiful Disaster’ a song inspired by a late night Skype call to a friend in Paris and featuring sublime vocals of Melbourne singer/songwriter Lili Lane. Lilith Lane is brilliant and you should visit www.myspace.com/lilithlane

Other favourites coming up for release are the tracks Hurry Home and Old Coast. Both these tracks featuring the beautiful playing of Rosie Westbrook (Mick Harvey band) on double bass and Paul Mileham on lapsteel and dobro. Dale G Thomas drumming on Old Coast… something about both these tracks really reminds me of home…wherever that is these days…

It’s a shame we can’t just upload the whole album. Anyway, some of you have emailed asking about the lyrics. This time it’s full of stories and I’ve posted some of the lyrics - narratives based around Tasmanian characters such as Michael Howe – a bushranger who once was so powerful he declared himself Governor of The Ranges but met a grim end after shooting his pregnant wife in a desperate attempt to evade capture. Black Mary vowed revenge and helped bounty hunters track Howe… a bitter fight ensued and Howe was brutally killed, his head severed and ‘carried all the way back to Hobart Town’.

“Swimming With The Sharks” (we’ll post this one soon) is the story of Martin Cash the only prisoner game enough to swim the cold, dark waters of Port Arthur… a hell-on-earth prison where armed sentries, giant man-traps and savage dogs prevented land escape while animal carcasses where dumped into the surrounding waters to encourage an infestation of White Pointers to inhabit the discouraging, dark waters of Port Arthur, Harbour.

Well, with a bit of luck, the albums Great Western Tiers and Dirt Weed may soon be released. Meanwhile, I’m staying on the road – from Paris to Istanbul, Instanbul to Cambodia and back again. Seeking out sounds and stories to add to music by The Green Mist and, of course, new material for my France based group – The Phantom Travellers.

For now, please take a moment to visit and listen to just some of the music here and indeed the links of our friends, perhaps purchase a copy of either The Green Mist – Next Stop Antarctica or The Chapel of Ease – When Night Falls albums from iTunes or your fave online retailer.

Thanks again for all your kind words, support and feedback, it really helps! keep it all very misty, JP x





Thursday, February 12, 2009 
Album reviews for Green Mist. Dirt Weed - Green Mist
The Dwarf | Tuesday, January 27

Exhumed death-rattles and decaying teeth litter the byways plied by The Green Mist – a conflagration fed by the Beasts of Bourbon, Violent Femmes, (songwriter) Julien Poulson and shades of the Triffids circa Wide Open Road. In a previous incarnation they traversed the Antarctic wastes, the vagaries of existence writ against the hulking tundra. Parched and severe Dirt Weed remains aloof, as if music composed of the outstretched plains rather than to them.

Half a lifetime ago Charlie Owens clattering slide guitar or Poulson’s beguiling petitions (delivered in turns by Tracy Redhead, Helena Ashton and Rich Webb) would have ascribed the arc Australian rock was to follow, battling isolation and bitter parochialism. Today those invisible prison walls are scored with the scrawl of too many vagrants and The Green Mist is often indistinguishable from the stench of piss, puke and blood.

Observed impassively Dirt Weed recedes into the afterglow of a thousand dirty sunsets but sink into the album and it becomes a sound-track to the unremitting horizon, imagined by many but journeyed by few. Change, desolation and release are constant companions and occasional bedfellows. Unknowing and revelation are salved with the same ointment. Time and space recede into the omnipresent, perhaps omniscient, rivers of asphalt and tar.

Neither journey or destination matter – want to go for a drive?
Thursday, September 25, 2008 

Current mood:  pugnacious
NEXT STOP ANTARTICA - The Green Mist (Bang! Records)
The Barman keeps on sending me CDs.  I think I’m meant to listen to ‘em and write something about ‘em.  There’s a bloody shitload of the bastards lying around here.  The last batch arrived without cases, for postal reasons, I’d guess.  So I got all these discs, covers and photcopied press releases piled up on the coffee table that does good duty as a music gear dumping place, mixed up with every other CD and piece of paper, speaker leads, candles, maps and my favourite hat.  
 
I managed to fire off one or two reviews.  Then I found myself getting a bit too much wired on drinking, so I figured I oughta score some pot to take the edge off.  I rocked around in the 4WD ute to see the man and helped him build a stage in his backyard, and as a measure of gratitude, my tenner ended up more like a forty.
 
Y’know, smoking good bushweed doesn’t do much for one’s sense of initiative.  I’ve found myself in this rock and roll band that is gonna be hotshit – so that consumes a chunk of time.  And I have the best local pub I’ve ever known!  The Glengarry Castle – given that the Hopetoun was my local in ‘90/91, that’s a big call, but I stand by it.
 
The Hopetoun was great as a local.  While folks like YOU were paying $4 for a schooner, I was paying $2 and all I had to do was wave my arm and catch the eye of one of the beautiful barmaids.  Almost got in a fight a few times, cos blokes who’d been trying to get to the bar for 10 minutes would see a properly frothed schooner set in front of someone who hadn’t said a word.
 
Yes, but the Garry’s better.  I just spent a couple of hours there this eve, catching up with Jim, Fraser, Margaret, Donna, Col. And I came home and threw this Green Mist CD on again.  I’ve been listening to it a lot lately, it’s a great record.  Go to the pub, drink beer, have a 40 minute conversation with Johnny about the merits of ‘Ooh La La’, fr’instance, come home, roll a joint and listen to this Green Mist album again.  Which is, conceptually, my life for the last 10 days.
 
It’s got a kind of an Americana sound.  Reminds me of a strain of US bands in the mid 80s.  Not like the Dream Syndicate, but like a band that might’ve toured with them, a band from Charlotte, NC, say.  But there’s a track with an raga sound, another Patti Smith kinda track with a great line “if no-one’s listening then who the fuck pays.”  
 
It’s a rock and roll album.  It’s got a countryish inflection. Percussive wicked rhythms.  I just scanned the credits, Brian Ritchie’s all over this record. Spencer P Jones and Charlie Owen are on there too.  There’s hard-strummed accoustic guitars, squalling leads, and a thundering rhythm section.  The band’s PO Box is in Darwin, it was recorded in Melbourne and got finance from Arts Tasmania.  Which makes it very Australian in some sense, except that it’s much better than yr average Aust release.  And doesn’t sound anything like yr typical Aust record.
 
Fuck, just go out and buy it.  This is one of the best new records I’ve heard this year. - Earl O'Neill
 

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008 

A band without walls at the end of the world: The Green Mist, Next Stop Antarctica and the Tasmanian geographic imaginary

Keryn Stewart and Helen Hopcroft


Dangling precariously from the landmass of southern Australia, the island state of Tasmania has always held a fascination for those who deal in matters of the imagination. It is a place of extremities, the southernmost outpost of the southernmost continent, whipped by icy winds from the pole; it is also a place of isolation, the final banishing point for the convicts whose bloody punishment marks the island's history. Maria Tumarkin (2001: 202) argues that Tasmania functions as the "geographic unconscious" of Australia, a place beyond the edge of the known world on which anxieties and fantasies are displaced and contained. Writer Martin Flanagan (1999: 4) also places the imagined at the heart of Tasmania's geography: Tasmania, he says, "is more than a place – it's an idea, a potent one, since it presents certain fundamentally Australian themes in their most concentrated and focused form".


There is a story, possibly apocryphal, of the colonial history of Tasmania that captures this sense that geography on the island holds more potency as an imaginative idea rather than reality. The story relates the tale of an escaping Irish convict fleeing into the bush, guided only by his "compass": a piece of wood with an arrow drawn on it next to the word north. This image of the needleless compass is specifically referenced in the artwork for the album sleeve of Next Stop Antarctica, a 2007 album by Tasmanian-based musical collective The Green Mist. It encodes not only the sense of strangeness and disorientation felt in this small island at the bottom of the world, but also the ways in which the imagined dimension of place comes to have potent power in our authoring of individual spaces.




In recent years, there has been an explosion of critical interest in the roles that different dimensions of the spatial play in the spectrum of social, cultural and historical experience (eg Soja 1996; Massey 1999; Appadurai 1990). Since this turn to what Keith and Pile (1993: 9) term the "spatial vogue", much time and critical energy has been expended in attempting to untangle the specific relations between space and place; however, as McAuley (2006:16) notes, there is no theoretical consensus on this relationship, with place "sometimes conceptualised in opposition to space, sometimes coupled with it in a dialectical relationship".


In the context of popular music studies, the search for social and cultural meanings in popular music has been greatly enriched by this shift towards recognising the primacy of place, not only in the representation of local environments but also in their production. Bennett (2004: 3) summarises the significance of music in this process of the production of place:


Music…plays a significant part in the way that individuals author space, musical texts being creatively combined with local knowledges and sensibilities in ways that tell particular stories about the local, and impose collectively defined meanings and significance on space. At the same time, though, it is important to note that such authorings of space produce not one, but a series of competing local narratives.


In this paper, we seek to explore the authoring of space undertaken in The Green Mist's Next Stop Antarctica, concentrating on the ways in which its collection of tracks tell 'stories' about the specific place of Tasmania while also engaging with the narratives inscribed on and produced from that place. We argue that in the Tasmanian context, perhaps more than in other environments, the process of musical production is intimately bound up with local resonances of history that express themselves via "place memory" and specific narrative modes such as Tasmanian gothic.


The paper also concentrates on ways in which influences external to the local environment are used to explicate the geographical imaginary of particular places. By taking musical styles and genres with embedded geographical and spatial meaning, such as blues and the road song, and placing them in a Tasmanian context, The Green Mist teases out a sounding of place that not only draws imaginative equivalence between seemingly disparate environments but also locally transforms their meanings. This is not to argue for a specific "Tasmanian" or "Hobart" sound in the sense of say, the "Motown Sound", but rather to acknowledge the ways in which sounds from 'there' can be used to produce the idea of 'here'.


Finally, we look briefly at the ways in which the virtualisation of place through the Internet and electronic media have affected the concept of a specific Tasmanian place identity, and on how technologies of production and distribution influence local and global imaginings. Throughout all of these sections, we rely not only on the musical texts themselves but also on interviews conducted with band members Julien Poulson and Brian Ritchie, and on information sourced from the band's MySpace web page.


Next Stop Antarctica: the album

Next Stop Antarctica is the first album by The Green Mist, a musical collective headed by native Tasmanian Julien Poulson and comprised of a number of musicians from both on and off the island, including members of The Beasts of Bourbon and The Violent Femmes. Conceived and written in the far south of Tasmania, the album draws on historical narratives, mythology and folklore to evoke a rich sense of the isolation, geographical extremity and dark historical resonances of the local landscape. Stylistically, the album is varied, with tracks veering from brooding instrumentals to dirty down-home blues and airy folk-inflected pop.


The album is less of a collection of songs than a soundscape, a three dimensional evocation of the circumstances of the album's creation and a record of a peculiar place on the bottom of the world. Like a series of black and white photographs being thrown onto a table, the music evokes images of road trips, isolated townships, freezing share houses, grey skies, nuclear winter sex and wild nights spent in pursuit of Hobart's unreliable supply of illegal drugs.


The title of the album, Next Stop Antarctica, reflects both the geographical isolation of Tasmania and its psychological disjunction from the rest of Australia. It figures Tasmania as the final stopping point before the frozen wastes of the South Pole, an outpost remote even from the already remote continent of Australia. The album title also reinforces Jim Davidson's contention that "Tasmania has always seemed 'different' from the mainland' (1989: 89); in contrast with the sunburnt desert landscapes that are the dominant representation of the Australian geographical environment, Tasmania has a landscape of dripping greenness and a climate of harsh extremity. Bitterly cold and raging winds traverse the globe before slamming into the island's west coast, and gales race up across Antarctic waters and hurl themselves against the south. In some parts of the island, trees grow pretty much parallel to the earth. This sense of remoteness and disjunction resonates through the soundscape of the album, as we shall discuss further below.


In its production as well as its poetics, Next Stop Antarctica engages with complex questions of place, stretching the limits of what constitutes "Tasmanian" music. While the album was conceived, written and partly recorded in Southport and Hobart, the actual production and final recording of the album was undertaken in Melbourne, and the album was eventually released by a Spanish label specialising in "underground" Australian music. Julien Poulson has said that the band was conceived as a floating international entity, a multimedia rock'n'roll group with an eclectic and fluid membership from around the world: in his words, "a band without walls".






Navigating the soundscape: "Black Louie's Ambergris", landscape and historical reimaginings


The genesis of this article was the seemingly simplistic observation that the first instrumental track on Next Stop Antarctica, "Black Louie's Ambergris", sounded like a particular landscape: specifically, the landscape of the far southern coast of Tasmania. With its sombre tones, dense instrumentation and eerie, howling flute counterpoint, the track echoes the sounds and atmospheres of the extreme south, the "last stand of Earth before the pole" (Conrad 1988:47) where bitter gales race up across Antarctic waters and hurl themselves against fractured cliffs. The landscape of this ruptured shore reveals itself in the ebbs and flows of the music, the desolate skirl of the flute and the barest hint of a shanty in the weaving melody.


Yet purely sonic indices are not reliable as stable markers of place (as opposed to landscape), as their interpretation is highly subjective. If you were to listen to the track in isolation, there is no specific sound or note in "Black Louie's Ambergris" that could identify it to a casual listener as Tasmanian, much less an evocation of the geographically specific landscape of the far southern coast. The track is wholly instrumental, allowing no lyrical clues to its geographical locale, and, unlike some forms of "world" music, there are no culturally specific instruments that might provide a geographic pointer. Indeed, the uncanny howling sounds that mimic the blustering bleakness of the ocean gales are actually produced by a shakuhachi, a traditional Japanese bamboo flute, which would seem to muddy the geographical waters even further. It is one thing to say that the track sounds like the sea, but quite another to say which sea, to locate the track in a specific geographical context.


How, then, does a musical evocation of landscape, however picturesque, change into a representation of place, with all the geographical, cultural and historical specificity inherent in the concept? Ball (2003: 117) locates the crucial shift as essentially linguistic, positing that specific geographical place naming is key; for him,"naming symbolizes a sense of history and socialization of the land; it transforms Landscape into Place". Jim Davidson (1989: 316), writing on Tasmania, concurs; he quotes expatriate Tasmanian Peter Conrad's formulation that "writing instils a spirit in place since it 'subdues things by describing them'". Critics and theorists working on hip-hop have also noted the tendency of that particular musical culture to define itself by name-checking specific locales (Maxwell, 2004:). Certainly, in naming the album Next Stop Antarctica, The Green Mist takes a potent step toward locating the tracks in a Tasmanian context. Yet naming is only one means by which the complex relationship between space and place can be explicated. A fuller articulation can only be gleaned from an understanding of the circumstances of the album's creation and production; that is, by the "recognition that musical processes take place within a specific space and place, and are shaped both by specific musical practices and by the pressures and dynamics of political and economic circumstances" (Whitely 2004: 1)


That this track was conceived and written by Julien Poulson on a trip home to Tasmania, and that its contours were defined as he helped his historian father finish his final book about the history of Recherche Bay in Tasmania's far south, thus becomes not only biographically interesting, but crucial to the imagining of place in the album.


In face, the whole album was written while Julien was sorting through his father's often chaotic collection of unedited pictures and materials; the process of putting his father's book of history together was to have a profound influence on the music, with text and images often providing the narrative backbone for tracks. Commenting on the process of conceiving and writing the album, Julien notes that "[sorting through the papers] definitely affected the way I put the music together…all that reference material was a huge influence". This influence is multi-layered; while specific narratives from these historical sources are obviously referenced in the album, other elements of the material past edge their way into the work more subtly, engaging with the stylistic and geographical tropes already present in the music.


One such element is the negotiation of Tasmania's peculiar history, and the ways in which this can be represented. The published form of Bruce Poulson's book, Recherche Bay: A Short History, takes a traditional chronological approach to the history of Recherche Bay, each chapter tracing the individual histories of its inhabitants from the first indigenous Tasmanians onwards. Moving briskly through its motley cast of French maritime explorers, bushranger, boatbuilders, mutineers, whalers and modern-day environmentalists, the book seems to situate the history of the far south as rich and varied, but also contained and explicable. The brutal events of colonial occupation and convict transportation are juxtaposed with more domestic narratives of settlement and cultivation, all narrated factually in fluent, objective prose.


Next Stop Antarctica absorbs and refracts this historical material; instead of directly voicing the stories and histories of the individuals whose experiences made up the place of Recherche Bay, the tracks use instrumental interpretations to convey the atmospheric resonances of these narratives. This approach was a deliberate one; indeed, lyrics inspired by Bruce's research were jettisoned during the recording process. The track 'Dirty Big Low' originally had lyrics about a murderer who was shot by police after fleeing to Northern Australia; by the time they got to the recording studio it had become a purely instrumental piece.


Similarly, the instrumental "Black Louie's Ambergris" is based on an old Recherche Bay story, told to Julien by his father, of two men, Black Louis and Black Harry, who made a fortune by finding a huge supply of ambergris in a whale carcass. At the time ambergris (usually hundreds of squid beaks swallowed but not digested by a whale) was used as an ingredient in expensive perfumes, incense and oils. One man later drank himself to death, the other prospered and the remains of his house can still be seen in Hythe, near the small town of Southport. In keeping the track an instrumental one, The Green Mist thus elects not to speak with the voices of the past, but rather to subsume those voices into a geographical soundscape that draws on their historical resonances to construct a specific conception of place.


These historical engagements highlight our contention that the apprehension of place must be sought from more than the sounds themselves; these sounds must be set against a context not only of the other sounds that constitute a place, but also against the existing narratives and cultural representations that make up its geographical and social imaginary. With this in mind, we turn to one of these ways of making meaning out of place: the Tasmanian gothic.


Sounding out Tasmanian gothic


Space defines landscape, where space combined with memory defines place

(Lippard 1997: 97)


One of the most potent ways in which the place of Tasmania has been apprehended is through the mode of Tasmanian gothic, which takes as its central concern a focus on the island's brutal history, its remoteness and its cultural insularity (Ball 2003: 117). By working through some of the issues of cultural and place identity encoded in Tasmanian gothic and refiguring them musically, Next Stop Antarctica uses this form both to evoke a sense of place and also to produce it.


Gothic as an imaginative mode places the spatial at its centre; the landscape is seen as an active element in the gothic narrative, even a quasi-sentient force animated with menace. Tasmania's wild landscapes and grimly picturesque ruins, with their links to the violent and bloody convict past of the island, provide fertile ground for gothic imaginings; artists, writers and critics have long used the island as an imaginative site to play out these concerns. The gothic is also characterised by disjunctions and ruptures in time (Davidson 1989: 318); in this mode, the past is perilously close to the surface of the present, always threatening to rupture its seeming stability.

Listening to Next Stop Antarctica, with its evocations of desolate landscapes, roadside graves and lonely highways, the sense of the gothic is strong; it feels like all of Tasmania's strange history, isolation and spiritual resonance is burning up through the surface of the music. The "graves, flowers and notes scattered all along the way" in the track "Roadside Graves" refer at first glance to the common phenomenon of markers placed at the scene of road accidents, but also evoke the unmarked graves of massacred indigenous Tasmanians, or the similarly shallow burials of nameless convicts fleeing into the swallowing bush. In describing how the evocation of place was handled in Next Stop Antarctica, Julien Poulson's formulation focuses on this sense of the gothic:

I believe the history of violence in Tasmania has left an indelible stain. I also feel it is a place of brooding violence in its natural context, wild storms, battered coasts, stunted trees of the central plateau.


He also refers to the way that the atmospherics of the album are produced in terms that strikingly mirror the gothic process: "like something seeping out and finding its own space within some other matter…like rising damp in an old house" (quoted in Shannon 2008). This sense of seepage, of the inability of place to successfully contain the events and histories it holds, is closely linked with the concept of place memory.


The epigraph to this section quotes Lucy Lippard's contention that memory is the most crucial element of distinction between landscape and place; in Tasmanian gothic, however, the repository of memory is transferred from the inhabitants of the landscape to the landscape itself. As Gay McAuley (2004: 170) describes,


Certain places seem to function dynamically to "hold" the memories of events that occurred there, even though the events may be denied…even though it is the community's desire to move on.


In the gothic, though, places do not only hold the memory of traumatic events; they extrude those memories into the present, causing "hauntings" and echoes. To this day, Tasmania is prone to the occasional horrific crime, with a murder rate that for many years was higher, on a per capita basis, than anywhere else in Australia. A man cut off his hand after killing his children; a woman was skilfully dismembered in the family bathtub; a mass killer hunted people at a popular tourist site. When these terrible crimes occur you feel that something from the past has suddenly shot up through the surface of the present, wreaked havoc and then submerged back into the earth.


This fracturing of time, as we have seen, is a key element of the gothic; Maria Tumarkin (2001), in her powerful examination of traumascapes, explicates the way that the "traumatic repetitions" attributed to landscapes of violence and tragedy result in non-linear time structures being attached to those places, as individuals and communities seek to come to terms with the trauma invested in them.


The sense of place created by Tasmanian gothic, then, is one that intercesses the past with the present; that evokes a fragmented, non-linear view of time; and that privileges atmospherics and "hauntings". Next Stop Antarctica weaves all of these concerns together to create a particular sonic "feel", what Ian Maxwell (2006: 49) terms an "imaginal" rendering of place. The historical presences (and absences) evoked in the instrumental tracks mingle with the runaways, alcos and drifters of the contemporary songs. The tracks flicker between moods and musical styles with a rapidity that is both mercurial and menacing, breaking up the linear progression of the album into shifting atmospheric zones. Reinforced by the grainy black-and-white historical photographs of stormy seas and hard-faced southern sailors that line the record sleeve of the album, the entire thrust of the album is towards a poetics of haunting, of history making its presence felt in a contemporary creative work.


It is interesting to note that Tasmania as a gothic imaginary has been largely created through forms other than popular music. Jim Davidson (1989) has traced out the contours of Tasmanian gothic in Australian literary and cinematic representations of the island, while Edward Colless has undertaken similar work in the visual arts. Popular musical forms have not, in general, been subject to the same analysis; although, as Ball (2003: 115) has shown, the work of Australian composer Peter Sculthorpe engages with the tensions between gothic and pastoral aesthetics in the Tasmanian landscape, this musical representation takes place in the sphere of "classical" rather than popular music.


The gothic is primarily a non-urban mode of representation, which is perhaps one reason that it has not figured prominently in the primarily urban spaces of the production of popular music. Yet music, perhaps more than other creative forms, offers a means of representing the gothic's ruptures and disjunctions of time and space; contemporary production techniques such as sampling, looping and layered tracks. In a time when the gothic has been criticised as a deadening cultural appropriation of a living culture and people (Flanagan, 4), Next Stop Antarctica takes back Tasmanian gothic as an enabling cultural mode for representing place.



The Wild West (or the wilder South): drawing imaginative equivalences through musical style


if Next Stop Antarctica is any indication, Tasmania is strangely akin to the desert southwest of the United States: country blues, Mexican folk music, and atmospheric Hollywood soundtracks co-mingle freely across these ten tracks of largely acoustic indie rock. (Mason, 2008)

Not all the songs on Next Stop Antarctica evoke the stark landscape and howling winds of the far Tasmanian South; rather, tracks such as "The Rumbler" and "City is Sinking" swagger to the stylings of another south altogether. These tracks incorporate blues, slide guitars and even Mariachi-style acoustic rhythms to shift the sonic landscape of the album to the American South (and West).


While, at first glance, the High Noon recklessness and southwestern twang of these tracks seems far removed from the chilly waters of Macquarie Harbour, these, too, reflect the odd lawlessness of Tasmania's history. Many years ago, Hobart was a major international port and the waterfront was infamous for its brawls, brothels and hard drinking; before that, the unruly revels of colonial times gave Hobart Town a deserved reputation for disorder. Even today, beneath its conservative and rather boring facade, Hobart remains something of a wild town; there's this feeling that the central tenets of the legal system have been applied but never really internalised.


The Wild West feel for Next Stop Antarctica is not unplanned; Julien Poulson, in the online press release for the project, describes the collective as:


A bunch of 'characters' like the cast of a Sergio Leone Western…y'know, gringos, bandidos, femme fatales and all…the good, bad and ugly of Australian rock'n'roll (Bang! website, 2007)


The same press release also characterises the band as musical "renegades" interpreting "blues and cowboy song traditions", locating the stylistic home of the album in the American badlands at the same time as it appropriates the outlaw characterisation associated with that place.


One way that this is achieved is through the recognition that these two dissimilar landscapes - the Wild West and the wilder south - both resonate most strongly as imagined places. These are each mediated through specific creative (though non-musical) forms that prioritise particular aspects of their geographical and cultural imaginaries. For Tasmania as imagined place, the dominant cultural form is literature, and specifically the mode labelled Tasmanian gothic; for the Wild West, it is the cinema of spaghetti Westerns. Next Stop Antarctica uses this imaginative equivalence to map out a spatial politics that interrogates the effect of place on its Tasmanian narratives. The characterisation of the band members as "renegades" and "outlaws" acts as cultural shorthand for both an entrenched lawlessness analogous to Tasmania's wild colonial history and as a marker of the creative iconoclasm the band hopes to invoke in its music.


Styles and genres from other places can also have crucial effects on the development of a "local" sense of place. As Bennett (2002:89) has noted, styles such as blues are tied up in their own dynamics around the production of place:


The marketing of canonized 'genres' such as Cajun, blues and 'world music' has served to create a series of romanticized myths surrounding particular regions of the world as listeners use these musical styles as a means of mapping out the relationship between social and geographical landscapes.


Extending Appadurai's formulation of "scapes", Bennett proposes that the places produced from the mapping of these musical relationships are best understood as "mythscapes"; that is, spaces which are "mythologized as in some way informing the essential spirit of a body of live and recorded music" (98). These spaces are linked to but separate from the physical cities and landscapes that they reference, existing in a cultural imaginary that is created and elaborated through electronic and other media. In referencing blues, country and Mariachi music, then, Next Stop Antarctica draws on the potent mythscapes associated with those styles to draw equivalent parallels about authenticity and the meaning of place.


The mythscapes associated with Mariachi music, swampy blues and twangy guitars all evoke particular regional imaginings; however, one specific spatial mode through which they are linked is through the trope of the "soundtrack". All of these genres have been figured as constituting the "soundtrack" of a particular region of the American South or West; their development runs parallel to the history of the regions, and they both voice and shape the geographic imaginary associated with them. Through invoking these heavily invested styles, Next Stop Antarctica signals its intention to aim for this kind of place-making role as well – to act as a "soundtrack" for Tasmania. Coincidentally, the album's creative genesis was as a film score for a proposed film set in Tasmania; the film never eventuated, but its soundtrack lives on.


Another genre with embedded spatial politics that are referenced and transformed in Next Stop Antarctica is the road song. Although not as potently regional as the genres discussed above, this type of song, as Leyshon, Matless & Revill (1998: 22) note, emerged from a specific time and place: "the freedom and escape of the road song as a commercially popular genre is historically particular, driven by American youth…speeding in postwar affluence out of suburban confinement". The tracks "Roadside Graves" and "Roads and Cars" on Next Stop Antarctica, however, transfigure these traditional notions of escape and ease by placing them in the confined and historically complicated setting of Tasmania.


"Roads and Cars", with its refrain "I keep thinking about roads and cars", is actually a song about stasis; the narrator imagines movement and freedom, but always in the future tense, and always triggered by an action outside her own agency:


If you needed me, I'd come running to you/If you called for me, I'd drop everything/When you're bored of me, I would change something…


At the end of the song, she is still "thinking about roads and cars", still in a state of limbo. This sense of going nowhere – of circularity and claustrophobia – evokes the feelings of many creative Tasmanians who, like Julien Poulson and Peter Conrad, left the island as soon as they were able.


Similarly, the orientation of the road song is drawn off course by another track on the album, "Roadside Graves". As we have seen above, road songs evoke escape and the movement away from familiar places into the open space and freedom of the unknown; in "Roadside Graves", though, the drift is toward home, not away from it: the girl at its heart is "Just another soul travelling on the road back home". Home is figured as a place that has become unknowable, encrypted by the passage of time and history: "Never really knew what it meant to be there/And she never really knew what it meant to leave there". Places along the road attain a haunted quality that evokes Tasmanian gothic; they "flicker and fade in the rear view mirror". Finally, the girl of the song becomes a shade herself, like the presences of those who occupy the roadside graves: she appears "Like a ghost in the middle of the road". In Tasmania, the revenants of personal history become intertwined with the history of the place itself; the usual bonds of personal and familial history, what Peter Conrad refers to as "the past [that] waited here to take me prisoner" (1988: 9), are overlaid by the sense of Tasmania itself as a prison.


The Green Mist's reconfigurings of these particular genres thus use their embedded spatial imaginaries to tell specific Tasmanian "stories"; sounds from 'there' become a potent means of expressing the sounds of 'here'. The title of the album, Next Stop Antarctica, not only functions as a marker of geographical isolation and extremity, but also acts as a type of conceptual container for the tracks within; while other places may be evoked and referenced, the title sets the psychological coordinates of the album firmly within Tasmania's borders.

Virtualising place: some final notes


Thus far, this piece has concentrated primarily on the sonic and textual representation of place within the album Next Stop Antarctica. In this final section, we would like to shift focus slightly to consider how this sense of place is mediated by the circumstances of its distribution and reception. Though influenced by Appadurai's (1990) formulation of "scapes", especially the "mediascape" and "ethnoscape", this section seeks more to identify ways in which The Green Mist uses the virtual environment to escape the limitations of geographic isolation and to avoid identification with a particular localised "scene". The empirical focus of this section is on the band's MySpace page at http://www.myspace.com/themysteriousgreenmist/.


When accessing the primary MySpace website, users are presented with a number of means through which particular artists or groups can be located; prominent among these are the options to search by genre or style, and to search by location.

These twin concerns of geographical place and musical style align closely with those explicated in the current critical environment around the analysis of "scenes", of which Bennett (2002, p.90, italics ours) has provided a useful summary:


Existing work on music scenes tends to view such scenes either as organic extensions of particular localized communities (see, for example, Cohen, 1991; Shank, 1994) or as translocal phenomena which 'actualize a particular state of relations between various populations and social groups, as these coalesce around specific coalitions of musical style' (Straw, 1991:379; see also Lewis, 1992)."


Bennett goes on to argue for a shift in the critical understanding of music and place that acknowledges the "new constructions of [the] relationship" precipitated and enabled by electronic media such as the Internet, particularly around the construction of virtual, geographically dispersed fan communities (2002, p.98).


In the case of The Green Mist, these scene-defining categories of place and style have been self-consciously destabilised, as expressed on the project's MySpace page. Although the style of the project has been variously described by reviews and in their own press as "country blues" (Mason, 2008), "rock and roll" (Wilson, 2008) and "folk" (Bang press release, no author specified, 2007), the project playfully defines its musical style as "Screamy, Religious, Classic". While this is a refreshing antidote to the finicky and often po-faced stylistic categorisations undertaken by many other MySpace bands, the patently inaccurate style markers also act as a barrier to Bennett's (2002) notion of virtual community as described above, stymieing fans who might be searching by genre, style or "sound".


In terms of place, too, The Green Mist once again puts forward a wilfully mysterious self-presentation. Fans searching for a specifically Tasmanian or Hobart-based group might emerge confused by The Green Mist's listing. Geographical identifiers, far from tying the project to a specific place, have been layered on top of each other in seeming contradiction; the project, though conceived and written in Tasmania, lists as its location "Phnomh Pehn, Hobart, Darwin, Antarctica".


At first glance, these markers of place appear antithetical. In psychological as well as geographical terms, Darwin is about as far away from Hobart as it is possible to get: the most northerly city in Australia, its mangoes, feral heat and proximity to the nations of Asia contrast sharply with the chill and isolation of Tasmania's capital. Interestingly, though, Darwin too is a geographic imaginary outside the Australian mainstream, its tropical fecundity and vibrant intermingling of cultures and ethnicities contrasting markedly with the parched desert and emptied outback of Australian self-imagining. This marginal geography aligns it with the other "extreme" representations of place in the location listing, not only Hobart but also Antarctica, the extension of the margin to the literal "end of the world".


The final geographical place name listed, Phnomh Penh, encodes a different kind of marginalisation: that of people culturally dispossessed and traumatised by the experience of war. Julien Poulson travelled recently to Cambodia on an Asialink residency to work with some of Phnom Penh's traditional musicians, many of whom suffered dreadfully under the Khmer Rouge. The Green Mist links these seemingly diverse geographical referents by bringing the concerns of the marginal to the centre of the project, and by tying this in to the self-consciously "international" flavour of the project.


The mobility of place association in the virtual environment is linked to the liberating effect of musical technologies; local sounds can now be recorded and produced easily and cheaply on computers, something almost unthinkable in the days of record company domination. As Julien notes, this has reduced the need for the cycle of flight and reluctant return that has characterised Tasmanian cultural production:


Until recently you had to leave the State to do anything. There were limited opportunities beyond just playing covers for tourists.


Yet, paradoxically, this fluidity has also made it easier to leave; in a world constituted by the constantly shifting flow of information and people across and beyond borders (Appadurai 1990), the notion of a specific geographical identity has also become a mobile one. This portability, and the concurrent sense of its marketability to consumers of music from other places, is exemplified by Julien's words below:


I definitely carry with me a sense of Tasmanian identity and this 'place' creeps into the work; it's also of interest to audiences and the people who have copies of The Green Mist material released here in Europe. It's really appealing to people on the far side of the world. They kind of discovered it on the internet and started emailing us, and now the Spanish ring up at 3 o'clock in the morning and go, 'Hola! Green Mist, we love!'


In some ways, the virtual constitution of the project is an attempt to harness the positive multidisciplinary nature of the existing arts community in Hobart, which by virtue of its small population and close geographical proximity results in a fertile creative environment where multimedia collaborations are considered normal, indeed inevitable, while taking the music to a global market. This movement to the virtual space is also a deliberate (and mostly successful) strategy by producers of music to confront and overcome the cultural limitations of these local "scenes". However, there are still challenges associated with producing and distributing music in remote environments:


[M]ost of The Green Mist's finished recordings have been completed in Melbourne: I've still had to rely on working with experienced studios in big cities. While living in Tasmania, I've had freedom and time to create and prepare work, and new technology has made it possible to record and capture sounds anywhere - but to complete and release work I have again had to leave the Island.



In closing, we note that these disjunctions between the technologies available in different regions will likely close with time; the advancements in computer recording technology may one day make it possible for The Green Mist to write, produce and record an album wholly in the local environment of the far south. Yet, with the construction of Tasmania through Next Stop Antarctica sounded out as a primarily imagined place, and the increasingly portable and transferable notion of local identity, we wonder whether the question will even be relevant. The globe is shrinking, and the end of the world is no longer as far away as it seems.

References

Appadurai, A. (1990) "Disjuncture and difference in the global cultural economy'. In M. Featherstone (ed.) Global Culture: Nationalism, Globalisation and Modernity. London: Sage, p295-310.

Ball, M., (2003) "Pastoral and gothic in Sculthorpe's Tasmania". T

Friday, July 04, 2008 

Review by Stewart Mason, All Music Guide

Julien Poulson formed the first lineup of the Green Mist in his native Tasmania, a small island off Australia's southern coast. Hence the album title. But if Next Stop Antarctica is any indication, Tasmania is strangely akin to the desert southwest of the United States: country blues, Mexican folk music, and atmospheric Hollywood soundtracks co-mingle freely across these ten tracks of largely acoustic indie rock. Even the shakuhachi (a Japanese bamboo flute) that features prominently on opening instrumental "Black Louie's Ambergris" sounds more Navajo than Asian in its context. But Green Mist is no mere Calexico rip-off; the southwestern elements of Poulson's cinematic music generally stay in the background, adding detail to the listener's twilit mental pictures without forcing images of banditos and flamenco dancers into the proceedings. About evenly split between spacious instrumentals and vocal tracks mostly starring the Neko Case-like Tracy Redhead on lead (although Poulson's mellow growl, like a more relaxed Nick Cave, appears as well), Next Stop Antarctica mostly maintains a relaxed, mid-tempo lope, as on the outstanding mandolin-driven pop song "Roads and Cars," but noisy rockers like "The City Is Sinking" and the epic closer "Something to Believe In" keep things from getting too somnambulant. 4/5


Friday, June 06, 2008 


Hi Folks,
If you haven't already done so, please visit our new project, THE CHAPEL OF EASE.
Check out some of the music from When Night Falls album - just released on Mistophone thru Inertia and available on itunes and the net.
I am really proud of this beautiful album and it features the voice of Tracy Redhead and instrumentation of Charlie Owen - both featured on The Green Mist  NEXT STOP ANTARCTICA album

http://www.myspace.com/thechapelofease

enjoy the new music,
Julien 

Tuesday, February 26, 2008