Down Under(ground): Aotearoa ‘23
Kia ora koutou katoa, welcome to Down Under(ground) '23. This end-of-year post focuses on my favourite rowdy releases from the far-flung (and El Niño-buffeted) shores of Aotearoa New Zealand. Before I go any further, Covid arrived in my whare while I was putting this post together, so apologies if things read like a fever dream. Here's to healthier days for one and all.
Obviously, everyone's taste in music is intensely personal – and thus highly subjective – and what resonates with me might sound like an abomination to your ears. With that in mind, this isn't a post featuring 'The Best' releases from Aotearoa’s shores in 2023. That's going to differ for everyone. Instead, I'm spotlighting the music that hit home hardest for me this year.
Most of the releases below reside in the punk or metal camps – or they mix both genres to create a full-bore hybridised sound. That said, other styles of music are featured below. For example, my favourite New Zealand album from the past 12 months ticks all the Kosmische Musik boxes.
Before you dive in, there are two caveats (i.e. desperate excuses) to consider.
Firstly, I've been in and out of hospital recently. I'm incredibly grateful to live in a country with free hospital care (and a shout-out to every overworked and underpaid health professional in the motu), but it's been a rough few months. I'm telling you this because I'm not in great shape, and I don't want any shaky writing on my behalf to reflect poorly on the music below. Cue the joke about me being ill but my end-of-year choices being fucking sick.
Secondly, I waved goodbye to social media a few years ago, which has been great for my mental health, but it means it's now impossible to keep up with the latest underground rumblings. I've likely missed several obvious end-of-year inclusions below. However, there's also the possibility that X album or Y band failed to connect, and that's why they're absent.
There's been a lot of chatter about the death of music writing in Aoteroa recently, with Creative New Zealand looking at ways to encourage more coverage. I applied for funding once – to write more critically nuanced articles about the kind of music featured below – but I failed to secure any funding. Bummer. Still, I carried on.
In fact, this is the 23rd year that I've been writing about homegrown music. (This year also marks the 40th anniversary of buying my first punk and metal LPs on the same day in 1983.) The truth is, I am old and an all-but-invisible contributor to discussions about underground music. But I remain super-passionate about loud, weird, and incandescently angry bands, and thus, I keep plugging away regardless.
I've never earned a cent writing about any of Aotearoa's underground art, but that's never diminished my enthusiasm for raving about the nation's noisiest output. Homegrown music has propped me up countless times, and writing about it is the least I can do to thank the bands and labels who've improved my life during tough and far happier times.
I'm a big ol' softy, and I like to think that underground music in Aotearoa maintains vital connections in an ever-more divided country. You and I might hold wildly different opinions on hot-button issues. But I'm writing this post (and you're reading it) because this country's subterranean music has enriched our lives in myriad ways. Sure, much of the music we love sounds like Hell on Earth. And sure, much of it is fuelled by hate, anger, bile and spite. But all that ugly noise provides a crucial cathartic discharge, and we're here, collectively, because ear-splitting music is our lifeblood.
I didn't struggle to find electrifying releases to write about this year, but 2023 wasn't overflowing with releases to consider, either. That's how it goes sometimes. Underground music in Aotearoa has consistently delivered an unpredictable yield. Sometimes, things lie fallow; other times, it's a bountiful harvest. Either way, fringe music in Aotearoa has always been tended by dedicated fans and musicians whose mahi has ensured that whatever hurdles it encounters, underground music will live on to fight another day.
I know it sounds painfully earnest, but I am always in awe of the underground music community in Aotearoa. Fans and bands have carved out self-contained and self-sustaining scenes grounded on DIY principles and a do-or-die attitude. I love witnessing diehards and newbies working hard to get things done. It's inspiring. Whenever I think I should throw in the towel, I'm reminded to stay the course; the cause matters.
Thanks for making time to peruse this post. Life is busy, especially at this time of year, and you could be reading a million more well-known blogs or writers right now. For all those reasons, cheers for tuning into Six Noises. You röck.
It's been a challenging year for many people, and from the looks of things, life in Aotearoa will get a lot worse before it gets any better. If you're struggling right now, I hope you can find peace and safety sooner rather than later. Fingers crossed, the music below provides a measure of respite.
I wasn't sure I had it in me to write an Aotearoa-focused feature this year, but I'm glad I did; it's fun scribbling about New Zealand’s nastiest noise. Thanks a million to the bands and labels whose releases fuelled my engine in 2023. Music's therapeutic properties have never felt more vital. It remains a privilege to write about rowdy music made from the heart, no matter how rotten or broken that heart may be.
Here's hoping a few of my choices below help to exorcise your seasonal stress demons.
Stay safe. Be well. Kia kaha.
Mā te wā.
xx
Ps: The blurbs below are not ranked in any way, except for the first two, which are my favourite punk releases from the past year.
Shut up already, Craig. Ok. Here. We. Go…
It's Not My Cup Of Tea, But Maybe It's Yours?
Every year, I end up with a pile of releases that didn't hit home (for one reason or another), but I can still hear why those releases resonated with others. Some folks like to tear the music they find unappealing to pieces, but these days, I don’t spend time criticising other people’s choices; unless those choices are beyond the pale. Sometimes, things don’t connect. It doesn’t automatically mean they are worthy of censure or ridicule. More to the point, life is short and often challenging, so love what you love. Who am I to judge? You've seen my year-end picks. Half of them sound like they were recorded in a fucking Portaloo.
Anyhoo, here are a few more noisy New Zealand releases that might float your boat.