There’s something beautifully unhinged about watching Dave Graney — the eternal Australian shapeshifter, the man who’s worn more musical skins than most artists even dare to touch — gearing up to step into the shadow-slicked world of Lou Reed. And not as a cheap imitation, not as a nostalgia-tap sideshow, but as a full-bodied, velvet-draped celebration of the man who practically built the modern blueprint for artistic danger.
Graney isn’t just covering Lou Reed.
He’s communing with him.
The same way Reed stalked New York streets with a notebook full of poems and poison, Graney has been wandering Australian stages for decades, bending genre and persona and audience expectations until they snap. And now he’s diving headfirst into Reed’s catalogue — the snarls, the sneers, the swagger, the sweat — with a rotating cast of equally wild Australian artists sharing the spotlight across each date of the tour.
And I had the absolute privilege of sitting down with Graney — to talk about the tour, the other killer artists involved, and how Lou Reed dug his way under his skin decades ago and never left.
The full interview is up now.
Trust me… you’ll want to see this one.
Graney doesn’t talk like other musicians — he talks like an outlaw philospher in a rhinestone jacket.
This is the gospel.
I bite crowd surfers.
Killer.
