Powderfinger - Odyssey Number Five
Universal, 2000
How a band from the jungly wilderness that is Brisbane could come up with an album so beautifully grey and urban is astounding. Cultural learnings faithfully documented
How a band from the jungly wilderness that is Brisbane could come up with an album so beautifully grey and urban is astounding. 
Lost, in which Mira Furlann once again demonstrates her uncanny ability to make mundane words creepy (Shadows, Others…what, no Babylon 5 fans in the house?). Lost sets up a lot of mysteries, but more baffling than any other question in the show is WHY COULD THEY NOT FIND ANY AUSTRALIAN ACTORS TO PLAY AUSTRALIANS?
For me, the transition from watching a show five episodes at a time on DVD to watching weekly as it is screened has rarely done the show any favours. Which obviously isn't the show's fault, and yet I can't help but be biased against any new seasons, as I realised when I watched this episode. It's not hard to see where this bias comes from. Firstly, watching a show weekly is a very different experience.
Now that, class, is how you make a pilot. The premise, that for 2 minutes and 17 seconds everyone on the planet blacked out and saw a vision of themselves in six months' time, is one that could go either way. The series could be a collection of heartfelt monologues the meaning of life and angels and whatnot, centred around a plot in which in each episode someone is helped by the "flashforwards." And it could still lapse into that, but it looks like this show is far more interested in being a political thriller with a sci-fi twist. 
As with Torchwood, I’m still watching this show in the hope that it will figure out how good it could be. Torchwood, the spin-off of Doctor Who, stumbled through two seasons of resounding mediocrity in 2006 and 2008. Probably the only reason it survived that long is because it had likeable characters - of course it did, they were created by Russell T. Davies. Anyway, the fact that In the Wee Small Hours is described as one of the first ever concept albums is a little curious to me, since its concept is “sad,” which is not exactly an album concept as we think of it post-Pink Floyd. Nevertheless, having just split with Ava Gardner, Sinatra records sixteen songs of loneliness and lost love, and that, as I understand it, is important to the development of the concept of the album as a work in itself, rather than just a collection of hits. It could better be described a mood album, and the consistency of that mood means that the album’s a bit of a downer, but in the best possible way.
I’m glad that this album was my first proper introduction to Frank Sinatra. My main concern was, given how often Frank’s music is relegated to elevator music, that I wouldn’t be able to shake the feeling that I was in Au Bon Pain. So I’m glad that this album doesn’t contain any of the most commonly heard Sinatra songs. Instead I am presented with an amazing performer, who functions as a protagonist, simply and honestly sharing his feelings.
Capitol, 1955. Produced by Voyle Gilmore.
And here, for your viewing pleasure, is an educational video starring Frank Sinatra from 1945.