For those of you who have never stumbled into Brisbane’s Junk Bar, do yourself a favour and explore the weird and wonderful venue. The room I found myself in had wallpaper that mimicked wooden panelling, a floor that was covered in oriental rugs and lamplight illuminating a scene reminiscent of a western saloon.
Now for the die hard Fraser fans out there, don’t crucify me, I was ambivalent. However when he stepped up on to the small stage I was instantly surprised, he is incredibly funny. He interacted with the crowd as though he was speaking to a room of friends, introducing his first track from debut album Slow Gum, Big Old World.
The track is moody and soft and, like Fraser himself, a little bit of a throw back to a time gone by. Speaking with the crowd Fraser joked, ‘Welcome to The Junk Bar, this is sold out so you know what that means? I’m f**cking famous!’ His voice has this vulnerable tremble to it and as he sang Broken Hands the room swayed with him ‘I’ve got no soul / because country music to me sounds like rock’n’roll’.
Reminiscent of Tim Buckley, he seems like he would be at home in 70’s New York and then he talks about eating a kebab in Melbourne and you’re brought back to present day. The night wound down with a beautiful rendition of Wilco’s Passenger Side and I have to admit it, I am now a Fraser convert. If you want a hit of Fraser-y goodness, make sure you get yourself to a live show and grab some cool merch – he even has tea-towels.
Words by Christie Ots
Photos by Gina Martin