CRASH N BURN
phew.. wot a wild, wooly, warped and whacked out weekend did i just experience (or perhaps still in the process of experiencing.. guess it depends whether yer reading this blog whilst sprawled out nude in a gutter somewhere on a lazy Sunday evening covered in miscellaneous trash, missing a kidney or two being heckled by the cops..) - yup.. it was one of those weekends.. equal parts tragedy and triumph.. control and chaos.. light and dark.. all in a multicoloured candy coated shell with little sprinkles of PCP..
if you're one of those people who's literary ability doesn't extend beyond the pop-up book.. here's a handy visual aid to describe this weekend, in 10 easily digestible photo's..
(note: any photographic resemblance to anyone living or since drunken braindead "hi shane!" in any of these photo's is merely coincidental.. and besides, how's all our fans from the Canary Islands gonna recognise who any of you freaks are in these photo's anywaze? (no shit.. Canary Islands.. my biggest fanbase..)
and now for the usual explaination for all those idiots who're gonna be drilling me with the 20 questions for the next few days, wondering "yeah.. so wot did ya do??".. well, um.. yeah.. this, is what I did this weekend..FRIDAY NIGHT
the only place to be.. Crown N Anchor, to witness the uber imploding lunatic sounds of Subwoofer fucking shit up good n proper.. and fuck it up we did.. oooooo yeaaah.. it wuz loud.. it wuz brutal.. it was mashed up and demonic.. the DARKSIDE was strong with the SPOZ this night.. somewhat fueled by a near disasterous hardware crash only 3 songs into our live set when one of our laptops channeled satan / crashed and threw every sound at it's disposal at the speakers in wave after wave of skull crunching bass bombs.. with the resulting pure rage this caused, then channeled into the one lone functioning laptop.. we ended up having wot could very likely be the MOST PSYCHOTIC, EVIL-AS-FUCK, ANKLE SPRAINING TERROR ENDUCING STABBING BEHAVIOUR FUNK ever witnessed from 2 geeks with 1 microphone and 2 PC's.. COPY ONE running around like a madman (quite possibly fearful of wot crazed murderous outburst of sound SPOZ would cook up next in revenge over faulty electronics).. ooooo yeah.. equal parts disaster and brilliant victory.. we tore the roof off the cranka with only one "arm" raised in the air like a defiant bloodied fist.. bringing forth the funk fury to all and anything that'd stand in our way.. yeah.. if you missed this gig, you missed one helluva full throttle rinse-out.. it was well n truly the revenge of the synth (in more ways than one) :)
(many thanks to all the maniacs who showed up, and burnt holes in the floor, cutting sick out there in front of the stage.. and cheers to the crazy bands who played before us.. the psychedelic dub stoner echo-chamber freeform funk weirdness of SPATIAL MONKEY (you guys rock!).. and those maniacs known as THE HEAPS.. damn them fukka's were loud.. nice one dudes :)
we're playing again in 2 weeks at LIZARD LOUNGE.. so, be sure to check that one out.. coz hey, we got big fuckoff mechanical puppets (apparently) and hopefully wacky smoke machine and projected stonerisms.. it'll be fookin' epic.. BOOOOOYAAA!SATURDAY NIGHT
BBQ at Joe's.. much devouring of carnivorous offerings.. watching things burn and laughing moronically.. watching the bizarre comeback of Doctor Who crowded around the tv (watching the ABC on a Saturday night?? who'dathunkit!?) drinking me own weight in beer.. endlessly entertained by watching others doing the same or worse (hi shane!).. self destructive wacky hijinx throughout.. good food.. good music.. good people.. setting fire to shit.. meat, beer and fire.. aaaah yes.. wot more could ya want? somehow ending the night around 3AM drinking weird imported beer at the Supermild.. something called "Gritburger" from Germany.. and something called "Hoedegarden" from Belgium.. (I think).. anything after that somewhat a twitching blur.. although, I do remember being the loudest moron on the latenight bus home.. yelling "oiiii geddinnoit" like a loud obnoxious bogan.. (it's me latest stoopid catchphrase.. expect to hear more or if in the future..)
yup 'twas the best of times.. 'twas the worst of times.. but in the end.. it turned out pretty damn fucken good.. any weekend like this that doesn't end with me having a skull splitting hangover, bloodshot ghoul eyes and furry tongue must've been a good one..
lets do it all again next weekend, wotcha reckon?
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Revenge Of The Nerds