THE DENSITY FUNGUS LOUNGE GROOVE EXPERIENCE
they are real.. they are here.. they are everywhere.. they live amongst us.. they live in our cities.. down the corner of your street.. sometimes at the end of the rainbow where you'd find that pot of gold (or that really pungent hallucinogenic golden pot all the crazy kids are smoking).. they drive really tiny cars.. sometimes they fly thru the air and vanish in a blink of the eye.. they grow wonderous herbs and funguses that'd make yer spleen run away screaming.. they like breaking into people's homes at 3AM to make shoes.. they live under rocks and mushrooms and in trees.. a lot of them come from Ireland.. they speak in chattering incomprehensibly rapid dialects.. they read your thoughts.. they're responsible for those funny little cartoons in user manuals for VCRS / DVD's and portable MP3 players.. they operate the little light in your fridge.. and, it seems.. this weekend.. they invaded Adelaide in force and made themselves heard.. and what a happier place it was as a result..
yes.. the little smiling forest people had arrived.. they showed us the way.. and quite possibly they were the ones who stole the last few beers you had left in your fridge (so don't go blaming me.. it wuz the smiling forest people!)
yeah.. it wuz one of those weekends..
a weekend of sith lords.. twin drummers.. blithering idiots on checkered floors.. smoke machines.. lounge bars.. nintendo thumbs.. tiny candles and singing midgets..
and no, I haven't gone totally barking insane, lookie ere.. I got photos.. I got proof!
to summarise for all you stay at home shut in hermits, cursing the world behind your surgicial masks, masking taped windows, DVD players, plasma screens and bug sprays.. here's my tale of weekend past..THURSDAY NIGHT
another freebasing stoner psychedelic mashup of breakbeat terrorism and sonic textural etheresence.. cooking up me own prime audio mischief from 2 laptops downstairs in the DJ booth at ENIGMA BAR (as yet another installment of the wacky fortnightly thursday nite residency gig I do).. also featuring the crunchy crunchy peanut butter and dynamite flow of NATE HATE blowing shit up from a KORG ELECTRIBE and a KAOS PAD (the audio geek's equivalent of making a telecommunications network out've a soggy coffee cup and some dental floss..) and the lunatic crossfader trigger finger antics of DJ BRENDON.. real sublime brain melting freakiness.. seriously, next time.. come along.. it'll leave ya well fucked up for the weekend :)FRIDAY NIGHT
went to see that wacky 'ol Sith movie again.. and funnily enough, it wuz a much better film watching it the 2nd time around.. yeah, "Revenge of the Sith" really don't suck.. it's really really good.. seriously.. Jar Jar binks only says ONE line in the entire film and a shit load of people get really messed up.. it's THAT good!.. afterwards feeling very much like I wuz a baddass Jedi cruising the streets of Coruscant.. I made me way to the Exeter.. surprised to actually see a lineup amassing out the front door.. 5 minutes later, finding meself in a venue sized moshpit.. all there to see WOLF N CUB thrash out a freaky psychedelic jam from 2 drummers, some shreaking dude with floppy hair.. and some other dude I couldn't even see, obscured by hundreds of people packed into the beer garden.. people standing on chairs.. people standing on tables.. all to see those crazy midgets play.. it's the first time I'd finally bothered to see 'em.. and damn do these crazy bastards ROCK.. yeah.. 2 drummers maaan.. can't go wrong with that shit.. and they had so many freaking guitar pedals working some real sci-fi-aliens-have-landed-and-impregnated-all-yer-women-with-tadpoles-and-vapoursized-your-cattle-type howling feedback humming from their guitars.. it made me wonder if they were indeed some previously top secret Timothy Leary / FBI co-conspiratorial mind control acid trip experiment developed in the 60's to melt our minds and eat more dairy products.. coz whoaaa.. wot a freak out.. their entire set.. just sounded like one extended mad jam.. edges blurring.. melting synapses.. freaaaky.. from there the rest of the night took me to the DUKE OF YORK (to gatecrash a 21st birthday party), SHOTS (for the usual gibbering drunken checkered floor stupity), the CROWN N ANCHOR (bumping into a few last minute loons).. and finally the last $6 bus home.. fending off attacks by carnivorous possums and other such rubbish.. woke up the next day a little bit mentally deep fried but otherwise a briliant random night out..SATURDAY NIGHT
gatecrashed a 30th birthday at some lounge bar, ELYSIUM (formerly known as ALLURE, formerly known as wot'ever the fuck place used to be next to SUPERMILD.. which apparently used to be called SILVERFISH..) drinking weird frozen cocktails with vodka, wild turkey.. shrooms and stuff found in igloos.. then switching venues to the colourfully deranged JIVE.. to play endless wrist shattering games of FOOZ BALL (hey, I won the last game.. yay!) and to witness the CD launch of one fiendishingly sublime midget band known as MUNCHKIN.. very smooth sounds.. funky funky swingcat beats.. deep textured synphonics.. a funky little female vocalist with a monster of a voice getting her groove on in a retina burning sparkly crazy cocktail dress.. songs you could impregnate cattle with alien tadpoles to.. yeah.. real classy stuff.. I bought their shiny little EP.. it's really good.. real funkin' sounds.. go get it.. cures hangovers.. yeaaah! ..afterwards I flailed around like a retarded loon on stage to a completely random but full throttle mashup banging drum n bass set from NATE HATE vs COPY ONE.. and ended the night burning the roof of me mouth (as per usual) whilst devouring a large BBQ beef / Chicken Asparagus pizza at AUSSIE PIZZA house.. talking utter shite about.. um.. fuck know's wot..
yeah.. it 'twas a damn choice little weekend..
I'd like to thank all the little people who helped make it memorable..
you crazy midgets are alright in my book.. :)
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Crash N Burn