Artist info



Sounds like

elliot smith, ryan adams, wilco

band members

Peter Ewing- Guitars + Vocals, Mark VandenBoom - Guitars, Ryan McClusky - Drums + Percussion


you am i, doves, Gomez


Peter Ewing is a sleep deprived creature found at the door step of many local pubs around Melbourne. The viewer must be wary as this species of drunken rabble will lull its victim into a false sense of security, all the while awaiting an opportune time to strike. Peter's main arsenal consists of bullshit stories made up on the spot, all the while contradicting himself with honest melodies and lyrics. Being the fickle creature he is, it is advised that approaching him must be done with the utmost caution, unless of course you are armed with a cigarette, which is of course a main staple of his diet. Peter appears in band form and as a solo act providing the same disheveled yet, charming visual along with a raspy voice that some say has all the potential to graduate to call centre material. Peter's song writing philosophy is quite simple, as he writes about what he likes, what he hates, who he loves and the long list of people he wishes some form of harm upon. This may be considered petty and this view is shared by Peter as he wallows in a pool of self pity and disgust about things that dont really matter. Peter has often compared himself to the two dollar slice of pizza we have all been guilty of buying at 3 in the morning, in that it is the one thing you crave yet it always ends up being your biggest mistake. It must be said that this man is brutally honest about his body odour, stating that "It provides me with much joy", after ten minutes with him you overcome that sickening feeling and become accustomed to a smell that screams smoked bacon. So now if I may cut to the chase: Why should you go to one of his gigs, and the answer is simple. He has no shame and a lot of affection for inanimate objects. This is not some bullshit story about musical history and influence or the power of music but then again this Kid is pretty fuckin' good..................................... He's gonna go places so go check him out. Cheers, your friend, your enemy, your pet dog, Charlie Brundell