When I was a kid in the 80s, Cold Chisel had only been broken up a couple of years, and their legacy as one of Australia’s biggest bands of the 70s and early 80s meant their music was still everywhere. When I was drinking in pubs in the 90s, I realised that Chisel’s brand of blue collar rock was still being played everywhere where beer was cold and cheap. Now, I work at a radio station that specialises in classic rock, and Cold Chisel is played daily. And I really hate Cold Chisel.
At least, I assume I do. But I have always based that hatred on the half a dozen or so songs that have been crammed down my throat my entire life. So I thought Aussie Week 3 was a good excuse to give an entire Chisel album a go. Either I’ll have more evidence to back up my diatribes against them, or I’ll be proven wrong and have a substantial discography to indulge in. (more…)