Australia’s Worst Journalist

Australia's Worst Journalist

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For years, journalist Sweeney Preston issued dating advice for a major news conglomerate while his own love life was the stuff of noncommittal nightmares. Now, at this year’s Melbourne International Comedy Festival, Sweeney’s comedy-turned-conference-turned-confessional ‘Australia’s Worst Journalist’ broadcasts his story in full, excruciating detail (slideshow presentation included).

I questioned what exactly I’d signed up for as a guy in chinos ushered showgoers inside a glorified pantry beneath the Motley WhereHaus known simply as ‘The Vault’, but my worries were (mostly) put to rest as said chino-wearing guy made his way onstage. It was Sweeney Preston, armed with but a microphone and a clicker. With little preamble, he dove into a gritty self-exposé delivered via PowerPoint: harrowing retellings of Tinder dates, romantic getaways for one, radio-broadcasted roasts and roasting sage when all else failed. ‘Australia’s Worst Journalist’ put Sweeney in the proverbial stockyard, exposing his own articles and the ironic stories behind them to an entire pen of onlookers. As a writer, I felt a sick sense of survivor’s guilt, but as a writer whose work wasn’t up on that screen? Couldn’t be more entertained.

 

 

Sweeney was hilarious. Highly in tune with the room, he bantered off the cuff and even finessed the audience into the material itself, but this didn’t surprise me in the least. He’s a journalist—they’ll do anything for clicks (IYGIYGI). Even when veering off on baffling tangents, his stage presence and command of the narrative brought with it complete faith that there was always a line to be punched at the end. A tightly written, cheeky hour of non-stop self-deprecation served by a natural storyteller.

‘Australia’s Worst Journalist’ toes the line between public humiliation and raw honesty to create an incredibly relatable confessional piece, not just for fellow journalists and writers but anyone ever guilty of trying. Curating the persona of ‘you’ takes trial, error and a fair amount of bullshitting first. It also means you have to keep throwing that self at the wall to see what about it sticks and what sticks isn’t always what you’re most proud (or even capable) of. For all it’s a comedy show, ‘Australia’s Worst Journalist’ gets that and that’s why it works so well.

Sweeney Preston took control of his own narrative to deliver a show that was effortlessly funny, silly as hell, and with just a dash of heart (but not too much). Brilliant work and a pleasure to watch—I expect to see many more shows in his future. Be sure to tune in to ‘Australia’s Worst Journalist’ at the Motley WhereHaus until the 19th of April.

To book tickets to Australia’s Worst Journalist, please visit https://www.comedyfestival.com.au/browse-shows/australia-s-worst-journalist/.

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Omega Ensemble Presents: Starburst

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Taking place at Melbourne’s Recital Centre, ‘Starburst’ marks the start of the Omega Ensemble’s 2026 season, featuring works by four unique composers in an evening of genre-bending chamber music. The Omega Ensemble is a cornerstone of Australia’s classical music scene, and this year’s performance once again reaffirmed their reputation for pushing boundaries and delivering extraordinary musical experiences.

The program was nonstop from curtains up, opening with Jessie Montgomery’s punchy, experimental ‘Starburst’ and moving just as quickly into the more traditional ‘Clarinet Concerto’ by 20th century composer Gerald Finzi. The small chamber ensemble was a tight unit throughout, gliding through highly complicated pieces with cohesion and exquisite technique. Within the walls of the acoustically-optimised Elisabeth Murdoch Hall, each instrument blended together superbly and never once into the background.

Trumpeter David Elton and clarinetist David Rowden were a pleasure to watch, from their brilliant solo performances of Finzi and Shostakovich to the world premiere of Lachlan Skipworth’s ‘A Turning Sky’, a double concerto composed specifically for Elton and Rowden. Side by side they expertly weaved together a melodic and full-bodied duet that, backed by the orchestra, completely encompassed the hall in a wash of perfect harmony. ‘A Turning Sky’ was incredibly arranged, highly detailed and masterfully performed; it was just awesome to experience original work by leading Australian composers.

 

 

The Omega Ensemble’s rendition of Dmitri Shostakovich’s ‘Concerto No. 1 for Piano, Trumpet and Strings’ was truly something to behold and the undeniable nucleus of ‘Starburst’: an unrelenting combustion of a concerto closing with a piano solo that earned pianist Vatche Jambazian a well-deserved standing ovation. It was a physical performance as much as it was musical and Jambazian’s backbreaking playing style kept eyes pinned as he shredded on the keys like a man possessed. Shostakovich, I now know, was insane—but man, the whiplash from ominous dissonance to jolly fanfare melted my brain. I had to go listen to it again later just to be sure it was real.

‘Starburst’ featured a particular selection of composers that, while incredibly enjoyable to listen to, emphasised a deeper significance beyond music alone. In the years between what we know to be classical (then) and contemporary (now), experimental music emerged as a means of radical self-expression in times of great uncertainty, loss and discovery. The Omega Ensemble explores the space between classical and contemporary music in bursts of sound and light, connecting modernist musicians of centuries past with composers pioneering the classical genre today. Both an exchange and a collaboration, ‘Starburst’ highlights the value of artistic dialogue as a catalyst for redefining the boundaries of contemporary classical music.

‘Starburst’ has finished up its run, but you can always catch the Omega Ensemble Australia-wide all year round!

To book tickets to Starburst, please visit https://www.omegaensemble.com.au/starburst.

Photographer: Amelia Kain

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Homophonic!

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This year, ‘Homophonic!’ celebrates their 16th annual performance at Midsumma. Directed and presented by double bass player Miranda Hill, ‘Homophonic!’ features new music by queer composers and embraces the playful, shiny disco ball side to the classical music scene. I was devastated I couldn’t make it last time, so consider this review a year in the making.

Storytelling was without a doubt the heart of ‘Homophonic!’ I noticed, as Hill reverently introduced each composer and the stories behind their work. Backed by a strings quartet, percussion and the voices of the Consort of Melbourne, the program reflected on the many diverse facets of the queer experience. Lyle Chan’s AIDS memorial quartet and Caroline Shaw’s ‘To The Hands’ were particularly memorable examples in their haunting, near-tangible beauty. At times, ‘Homophonic!’ felt more like a conversation between composer, musician and audience; a mutual understanding beyond what language alone can describe. It was visceral, and nothing short of an amazing experience.

 

 

‘Homophonic!’ played with a blend of mediums from classical to contemporary, disco, performance art and spoken word. ‘i ain’t reading all that / i’m happy for you tho / or sorry that happened‘, composed by Connor D’Netto and written by Alex Creece, was a brilliant foray into poetry: hilarious, ineffable and heartbreakingly real. The Consort of Melbourne serving as a conduit for the barrage of inner thoughts projected onto the theatre wall was genius, and as their voices overlapped in crescendos and cacophonies, I remember thinking, ‘Oh, so thiiiis is poetry. I finally get it!’. ‘All lesbians are jellicle’ is a line that will literally never leave my consciousness now.

I’m no classical aficionado by any means, so I brought a date who is, but we ended up having so much fun the technicalities I was so worried about didn’t matter. While the performers were incredibly skilled, and I could go on and on about that, it was their enjoyment of the craft that struck a chord—they were having just as much fun as us. Carving out space for experimental, passionate and proud queer art is a form of protest as much as it is play and ‘Homophonic!’ balances that responsibility with grace.

Music is inherently political. To create art on stolen land, as queer people, as activists, it’s impossible to blithely remove this context from our practices (even so-called ‘apolitical’ art is an intentional, if telling, choice). ‘Homophonic!’ celebrates the intertwinement of art and self in a new form that welcomes a wider audience through the golden gates of classical music—which, by the way, has always been queer.

To book tickets to Homophonic, please visit https://www.theatreworks.org.au/2026/homophonic.

Photographer: Darren Gill

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Bev & Myrt and the Scrolling of Doom

Bev & Myrt and the Scrolling of Doom

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Aliens, lesbians and eighties music: three surefire ways of getting me in a room. All three…together? Let’s just say I was first in line to catch the opening performance of ‘Bev & Myrt and the Scrolling of Doom’ at the Motley last night.

Presented by How Delightful Theatre, ‘Bev & Myrt’ follows a secret society of alien investigators defending the Hoddle Grid from extraterrestrial terrors: galactic parasites, sentient robots, conservative real estate agents. When AI threatens to absorb the minds of Melburnians, Bev (Jenny Lovel), Myrt (Amanda Owen) and their son Jamie (Jackson Eather) must take down evil tech conglomerates all the while navigating their own growing pains at home.

Writer and producer David Innes, producer and dramaturg Dr Stayci Taylor, and director Cale Dennis clearly had a distinct vision for the show. With a razor-sharp script and just enough fourth-wall stroking to keep things perfectly meta, ‘Bev & Myrt’ was an unapologetically nerdy and hilariously queer little slice of theatre. Think Douglas Adams meets ‘Ghostbusters’: irreverent, witty, weird, and so on the nose. It was quintessentially Melburnian too, so full of in-jokes the crowd spent more time laughing than not. With a runtime of an hour, ‘Bev & Myrt’ is a masterclass in short-form playwriting and I only wish it ran longer for my own selfish reasons.

 

 

Jenny Lovel, Amanda Owen and Jackson Eather were outstanding to watch as a unit, with brilliant chemistry on stage and some unforgettable physical comedy. Liliana Braumberger, Kitt Forbes, Alex Joy and Donna Prince effortlessly navigated several roles all the while puppeteering tentacled robots and throwing around props left right and centre. The sound and lighting design never missed a beat either, which is a testament to just how much work was put into this show by the entire cast and crew.

It would be easy to fall into all shenanigans and no substance in a show like this (especially given the short runtime) but I’m happy to report that wasn’t the case. ‘Bev & Myrt’ was fun all the way through, but it was the moments of queer love that resonated so personally in an otherwise unworldly story. It was at heart a celebration of our elder queer heroes: the people who loved and fought for us and the people we can hope to become ourselves—aliens or no.

You can catch ‘Bev & Myrt and the Scrolling of Doom’ at the Motley Bauhaus until the 8th of February!

To book tickets to Bev & Myrt and the Scrolling of Doom, please visit https://tickets.midsumma.org.au/event/396:1014/.

Photographer: Mark Gambino

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