Jak Rata

 

Don’t get me twisted, my love for Aotearoa and some of the Māori artists that come out of this joint is so strong. Like, kauri roots to Papatūānuku strong. But honestly nothing gets me going more than some hazy, stoned Hot 100 vibes. 

 

Let’s get this going. Anika Moa, Bic Runga, Rob Ruha and even cousin Stan are all royalty in our music scene. And I would never argue that, but my opinion lies in the vibe. As someone who prides himself in a diverse music selection (wanky much), I’m a little slut when it comes to easy-listening indie beats with an acoustic backing. Nothing gets me going like some King Stingray, Spacey Jane, Teenage Dads or even the more problematic Sticky Fingers (I’m aware of their issues). The idea of romanticising my life has always been in close relation to the music I listen to. And currently I picture myself skating the coast, in the sunset, listening to Lime Cordiale or Haim (not Australian, I know). It all sounds so fucking cool, right?

 

Well, even if you disagree, I’m chill with that. That’s something that Aussie brings in multitudes, chill vibes only. So just go listen to Triple J already fuckers.

 

Now, I would be amiss without elaborating further on the absolute banger of a band that is King Stingray. Indigenous representation is severely lacking, so seeing first nations being allowed into the white saturated space is definitely one I welcome. The likes of Baker Boy, Emily Wurramara, bro fucking MIIESHA?! These artists aren’t to be messed with or judged with the knowledge of their power in culture. As a fellow indigenous of Aotearoa, it’s difficult seeing the success of pākēha people but knowing strong First Nations peoples are celebrated in an industry that’s been dominated in the past is so refreshing.

 

If you haven’t already, I want you to go and stream King Stingray, Miiesha, Baker boy and Emily Wurramara. The excuse of not knowing indigenous artists isn’t viable anymore. You have fucking Google mate. Australians know how to have a good time, and with a good time comes banger music. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for Aotearoa’s finest (Troy Kingi, hit my line) but Aussie music just gets me man shiiiit. X

 

Katrina Jones

 

The New Zealand music industry has brought us some big household names and most of us kiwis grew up listening to Dave Dobyns ‘Slice of Heaven’ or Tiki Taanes ‘Always On My Mind.’ It’s safe to say that the New Zealand music industry is still bringing us bangers and new local talent constantly, with relatable lyrics and vibey tunes that are hard not to add to your playlist. 

 

I mean, how relatable was Lorde’s ‘Royals,’ with the “I’m not proud of my address” (how could you be when you’re living in Hamilton). Local music in New Zealand is significantly better in comparison to our Down Under Neighbours, with artists like Six60, Lorde and BENEE taking the world by storm. Six60’s empowering song ‘Don’t Forget your Roots’ having over 26 million Spotify plays and spreading the important message of not forgetting where you came from, your family, or your latest root’s name.

 

Our Indie and Reggae bands are what us locals love best with Katchafire, Kora, L.A.B, Mako Road and The Butlers making the best mellow tunes for any good day. Not only has our local music scene provided us with some great bands, it’s also provided us with some great bangers such as ‘Fish and Chips’ by Westwood Primary, ‘Individuality’ by Kath Bee and ‘Poi E’ by Pātea Maori Club. Our local artists have managed to avoid scrutiny and scandals and are all around choice people, unlike our Australian neighbours who continue to allow proven misogynistic bands such as Sticky Fingers and Rancid Eddie to have the spotlight. Why anyone would like to listen five Australian accents screaming “SEX DON’T FEEL VERY NICE NO MORE” is beyond me.

 

Local Aus band The Chats has risen to fame for their song ‘Smoko’ which consists of them chanting on repeat “I’m on smoko, so leave me alone”.  Australian music respectfully I have taste, so leave ME alone.