The IMA’s Thursday-night sound club continues. Sunny side up.

Mark Anderson and Anthony Guerra: Champions of the noveau no-fi, these displaced antipodean/Tokyo bohos teeter at the precipice of domestic concréte and deep alien worlds to achieve their own bent otherness of being. In the words of Free Range alumni Francis Plagne, ‘if the idea of Ferrari’s Music Promenade bypassing the marching bands to take a tour of the outer limits of the Xpressway and Alga Marghen catalogues sounds too good to be true, look no further.’ Okonomiyaki.

Beagle Vortex: Direct from Mount Gravatt’s happenings-under-the-house scene, these beagles know no bounds, casting their net of extrapolated not-folk song drift into the long night. Haunting emissions of minimal percussion, guitar, and vox that go and go and go until beautifully gone. Conversations in another tongue. Duos rule. Two eggs, poached on rye.

Dawdle: Concept-heavy, kitchen clatter, improv repeated ad infinitum. From the mind of Glen Schenau, true minstrel and head behind countless post-post-punk Meanjin/Brisbane combos. Joined on the production line by Matt Harding. Dawdle bring it home like so many unplugged Glenn Brancas. At times more not playing than playing, Schenau tops the list of the last great air guitarists. Boiled and sliced.