NIGHTS OF THE LIVING DEAD
this weekend wuz an exercise in lo-fidelity, cash managed, brain destroying mayhem, filtered thru 3 nights of post apocalpytic musical dysfunctionalism.. yup, and that's how I'll write it when I submit it as my thesis.. if I wuz to write such a thesis on the subject.. quite possibly under the influence of wot'ever weirdarse fucked up herb somebody deems useful to send my way, coz apparently boring 'ol weed is so OUT this season.. and now there's a whole botanical wonderland of other demented herbs with even more colourful names to try out.. (thankfully with less severe, and oddly less illegal side effects.. yay!) one wonders if you can get that crap the hobbits smoked in Lord of the Rings (note: smoking it may stunt your growth..)..
many a gig did I go to this weekend past.. many a strange sight did I behold.. and oddly enough, fuckall beer drunk, coz despite it being a 3 night marathon.. I need to save my cash, for what could quite possibly be a 4 night marathon NEXT weekend.. yeeeeeeHA!
anywaze.. here's some shiny photo's to confuse you..
and now for all those pesky details you're guarenteed to ask me about..THURSDAY NIGHT
saw a band called MUNCHKIN.. and like you were probably thinking, I wuz half expecting a band composed entirely of midgets, or at least some kinda wacky wood spirits, nymphs, pixies, faeries, dryads, leprecauns, kobolds, gnomes, dwarves etc.. etc.. (amazing all the wacky creatures you remember from a D&D dungeon master's guide from over 15 years ago..) instead, wot we got wuz a funky little PORTISHEAD style melancholic / fuzzy wuzzy female singer fronted sort've arty triphop thing.. just without a lot of the beats and more orchestral stoner ambient layering and arty pretense.. but yeah, they were pretty cool.. just the thing for a who-gives-a-shit-I'm-out-on-a-thursday! kinda night.. and yes, once again.. it was at JADE MONKEY.. the venue I apparently now live at coz all these pesky damn bands keep playing there.. (arseholes :P) oh, and I might as well mention they have a CD launch coming up on Friday May 28th.. at Jive.. or somethin'.. coz, yeah.. that might be worth checking out..FRIDAY NIGHT
witness to equal parts retarded all-grrl punkrock insanity at the Crown N Anchor (with extra performing undead and ugly trucker hat wearing audience freaks) otherwise known as LEGLESS.. (there's rumours going around I might even be remixing one of their songs.. but yeah.. you didn't hear it from me..) and, the wacky howling stick insect / guitar fuzzing antics that are MIRRORLINE (once again.. you guessed it.. at the fucking JADE MONKEY).. LEGLESS were upto their usual trashy disposable punk-rock best.. much fun had watching that idiot in the ghoul getup completely destroy himself (and the dancefloor) during the gig.. and yeah.. a bunch of songs about getting totally fucked up.. and sexual frustration.. or something.. (mostly just a lot of howling in harmony..).. MIRRORLINE.. once again delivering a fine selection of crazy MUSE sounding antics.. as interpreted by angry little freaks barely out've their teens.. damn you and you're way too talented ways.. yooo make me SICK!! - oh, and they also played my favourite song "MONKEY FUCKING TRIANGLE" (coz I accidently drunkenly gave it that name one night, and oddly enough.. they stuck with it..) methinks MIRRORLINE could quite easily disappear into a drug hazed stupour for 5 years, return.. and STILL be more talented (and way younger) than most of the Adelaide bands currently trudging thru the scene.. seriously.. if these freaks dont get a major record label interested in them.. then the world is seriously fucked up.. and I don't want to have anything to do with it (except perhaps leech money from it from time to time.. ).. overall a random night.. that somehow found me at ZHIVAGO's at the end of it all.. 3AM.. dancing like a retarded flailing wookie to some live jazz / funk band.. whilst a few cameo spotted members from CAT EMPIRE behind me were probably wondering "who the fuck IS this dickhead? security? hello? anyone..?"SATURDAY NIGHT
feeling an awful lot like a sunday nite recovery.. (especially after the tail end of Friday).. spent gibbering inconherantly at JIVE, witnessing the "comeback" of the brand new shiny (and re-tooled) BARCODE.. now.. twice as stonefaced, angry, dead serious and.. um.. stabby as before.. featuring a shiny new drummer (they got rid of the drum machine? yoooooo fucking SELLOUTS!) and some gothic singer chick who's sole purpose seemed to be to do half arsed harmonising, the occassional "ooh oooh" and show us that yes, she HAS a nice pair of boobies.. (yeah.. well.. can't complain.. but.. WHERE's the talent HUH!!??).. still.. as far as any "comeback" gig goes.. these monkeys hyped up the drama to no end.. with a big wacky curtain hiding the band as they set up.. only to then unveil.. um.. wot'ever the hell it is they were being so secret about (where's the fucken keyboards and drum machine ya freaks!?? - note: funny to hear a lot of "synthy" stuff now played on a pre-recording.. sheeesh..) yeah.. still damn good shit but.. if.. y'know.. you go for the skinny dark haired freak with the fever blackouts and the screaming type thing with a Marilyn Manson backing band type thing.. yeah.. angry angry little dudes.. with the black.. and the ganshing of teeth.. OH THE PAIN.. THE PAIN OF IT ALL.. *burp*.. fuckit..
and after all of that.. sunday.. mother's day..
now THAT's a crazy hangover.. (hi mom! - hopefully yer not reading this.. hahahahaha)
next weekend.. happy happy live failure.. YES! I can't wait!
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Comfortably Numb