Antipodean songwriter Skyscraper Stan is a true believer in the power of words. One sentence, massaged just the right way, can be an entire story in and of itself. “I write songs slowly” he says “I think about everything I put down. Every line I sing, there’s a meaning to it”. Across a career spanning the better part of a decade, two studio albums and countless live performances, he has established himself as one of the most thrilling lyricists working in Australia today. Endless months on the road, “singing for his chips”, observing the lives of people in town and country and putting it all down on paper has sharpened Stan’s songwriting to a fine point. 

The Commission Flats, Stan’s longtime collaborators, are equally responsible for the band’s cult following. The distinctive guitar work of Oskar Herbig is as much a part of the sound as Stan’s songwriting. Martin Schilov’s melodic basslines, with influences ranging Stax era soul through to Melbourne post punk, march in lockstep with Andy Lloyd-Russell’s consistently surprising (and endlessly satisfying) work on the drumkit. A more recent addition to the sound - the saxophone of Samuel Boon - peppers the live set with pops, blasts, squeals, growls and hooks. 


A typical Commission Flats concert bounces through sonic templates with reckless abandon. As one reviewer said “...it is like listening to a very good compilation album of various artists. But the songs all fit together like a puzzle. Just not a puzzle you would want your kids to put together”

 

“Skyscraper Stan Woodhouse is a revelation” – The Sydney Morning Herald

 

“Inspiration, talent and a singular musical vision. Last Year’s Tune is a tremendously

rewarding listen” – New Zealand Musician Magazine

 

“Just as quickly as you think you have Skyscraper Stan & the Commission Flats pinned down,

the sheet is pulled out from under you” – Forte Magazine

 
 

MUSIC

LAST YEAR's tune

Main street after midnight Is silent like the grave They've boarded up the strip club Just to teach us to behave Now I see lawyers and auctioneers Doing what they do A place once for the many Has been gifted to the few But thats to be expected The way that these things go The flag of progress throws A long dark shadow That's one more for the poolroom where your photographs all hang. Your lounge room has more leather Than a motorcycle gang. See them coming up on every corner; A guaranteed return with a bunker in the basement Should your world begin to burn Cos thats to be expected, The way that these things go. The flag of progress throws A long dark shadow. So sorry if I seem a little morbid I just don't think that I can stand Another front page photo Of old white men shaking hands But thats to be expected The way that these things go The flag of progress throws A long dark shadow

TALL STORIES EP

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