Hannah Lindisfarne Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Asia Pacific

A refreshingly raw and honest live recording complete with missed cues, bum notes and vaguely wonky harmonies.

Lindisfarne’s a beast of beauty, flaws and all. It's gritty but soft, like the tales of spirit and resilience spoke in whispers. I’ve had days where the counselor in me sees despair; then, BAM! — a burst of wild, unexpected hope just like an enchanted train ride in a surreal world.

Folk rock legends announce Isle of Wight concert