Picture by Prudence Upton NO MONO/TOTAL CONTROL Vivid Live, Joan Sutherland Theatre, June 1 & 2 Yeah, next door Solange was giving it, was killing it, on both nights. Or so I hear (don’t get me started, unless you want to see a grown man in tears). Her spectacle, her political drive and her emotional substrata the headline act for this year’s Vivid Live, at least until St Vincent pops up next week. No comparison then for these two capable-of-brilliance local acts, of barely a

NO MONO Islands Part 1 (Pieater) When I was a kid I had this thing for years where I would wake up – I knew I was awake, not dreaming, I told myself – but I couldn’t open my eyes. They weren’t sealed, they weren’t covered; they just weren’t opening. I couldn’t force them. I couldn’t even move my arms to get my hands up to force them open. To try and stem the rising panic – this time for sure I was never going to open them again, and be blind for life, or at least til I was 13