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hiya peeps! and welcome to another weekend edition of SPOZ's RANT!
now normally you'd expect to see me here writing endless dribbling nonsense about this, that and wot'not about wot'ever the fuck retarded shit I embarked on this weekend - the live bands.. the piling stack of dead bodies still moving to a syncopated beat.. the foaming intoxicants found in glasses, smashed on floors, slipping and sliding and seeping thru the air vents.. the rising stench of technicolour human decay.. the laughing menagerie of scattering animals and all the twatting alcoholic fun of it all.. but.. lets face it.. after wot I've lived thru recently out n about on the mad streets of Adelaide.. I'm completely knackered..
so, after the epic 3 night weekend I had just prior to this - featuring 8 bands, a hiphop MC battle and much drunken carnage kicking on afterwards (till well past dawn on most nights) which was then quickly followed on Tuesday night by a lunatic chilli longneck party, live bands this Thursday night, bands on Friday and Saturday night and all the other retarded shit in between.. I've damn near reached saturation point.. it's been like a freaking marathon maaaaan and my batteries have run well past empty reporting on all this nonsense.. I mean shit, I don't need to TELL you all this DO I? you've already read about it all in the blog.. sheeesh.. the crazy things I do to entertain all you people! ;)
so.. fuckit.. for this weekend's report I'm just gonna give you all the bare basics and let the photo's tell the rest of the story.. hopefully it'll still make sense.. if not, I'm sure to get a million and one questions about it in my comments box anywaze.. aaaHAHAHahAHAhAhAhA! (arrrrrr fuck!)
*ahem* anyhoo.. nuff of my personal shite, guess it's on with the show eh? :)THURSDAY NIGHT
tonight we have BOOSTER and TONY FONT SHOW playing at the JADE MONKEY..
so, to start things off.. here's a completely useless arty-farty photo of reflecting buildings and darkly lit interiors (which would be just about a perfect album cover for your next blitheringly random stoner indie desconstructive rock record.. yay!)BOOSTER
first up for the night.. here we have BOOSTER chugging out their signature hair metal 70's sound.. reminiscent of the raw fury of DEEP PURPLE, THIN LIZZY, SABBATH and complete with wacky falsetto's, churning guitar solo's and stomping bong loading percussive fury.. ROCK!TONY FONT SHOW
up next.. TONY FONT SHOW.. these guys need no introduction (since they've been in every freaking weekend blog of mine for the last 6 months or so) but.. as always, they blow the fucking roof off.. CARNAGE! :)
all in all, a nifty little Thursday's night out ;)FRIDAY NIGHT
here I am at FOWLERS LIVE tonight for MR WEDNESDAY's album CD LAUNCH, supported by the atmospheric crunching ambient sounds of QUA and MOUNTAINS IN THE SKY..
it's $15 on the door or $18 for door entry + shiny album.. so, obviously I opt for the album (only $3? wooo.. bargain!).. I've only given the album a spin or two so far, but from wot I've heard I'd definitely recommend you go buy it.. it'll melt ya ears and expand yer mind.. SPOZ likes :)
(from all appearances it looks like its gonna be a full house tonight)QUA
first up for the night is QUA.. now, I would've normally taken some trippyarse photo's of 'em.. but I mistook the act for being one of the support DJs instead (since it wuz mostly just one guy behind a bank of synths wooping up some trippy stuff) still, from wot I remembered.. he cooked up some damn cool madarse glitchy / ambient / hypnotic sounds.. nice one!MOUNTAINS IN THE SKY
up next we have MOUNTAINS IN THE SKY.. churning out DJ SHADOW / DJ KRUSH styled resonating drums and splinking synths that filled the air with a psychedelic haze of otherworldly sonic bliss.. really cool shit (note the trippy visuals too!)
with MOUNTAINS IN THE SKY finished for the night.. we next find ourselves a spot in front of the stage as the room rapidly fills up with a motley assortment of bohemian artists, swirling hippies, literary geeks, philosophy students and random stoners..
(take one guess for which lunatic friend of mine brought the *ahem* smoking paraphenalia.. hehehe)MR WEDNESDAY
after 20 minutes or so.. MR WEDNESDAY finally hit the stage.. featuring a drummer, guitarist, bass player, synth monkey, string quartet and a lead vocalist conveniently hidden waaay back to the rear of the stage.. if you look carefully, you might be able to spot him hiding in the background next to that podium in the 1st photo (that elusive little baaastard! ;)
their sound could be best described as a smooth swirling mix of mid 70's PINK FLOYD, TOM WAITS, THE DOVES and SIGUR ROS.. thrown into easy, light yet manevolent instrumental flows.. whilst the singer chimed various ominous words thru singing and barked megaphone filters.. seriously cool stuff too.. totally warped me brain out.. :)
with MR WEDNESDAY finishing up at around 12:30AM.. we while'd an hour or so at FOWLERS drinking beers till they closed up and we got kicked out.. at which point we then wandered to the FALAFEL HOUSE on HINDLEY ST for beer fueled snackage..
at about 2AM.. I finally make my way down to the CRANKA, where I spot this bartender chick up on the bar flapping her arms about.. apparently she does this a lot, since I vaguely remember her doing the exact same shit a week or two ago during happy hour.. hmmmm? mental illness or cheap entertainment? you be the judge..
many beers follow.. although, far below the usual amber flood.. and at about 3:30AM I find myself on the last bus home.. all in all, again, not a bad night out.. :)SATURDAY NIGHT
back at the CRANKA again tonight, I'm witness to LADY STRANGELOVE and CENTRAL DELI BAND cooking up a shitstorm of sublime hybrid mashing chaos to utterly twat me brain out (and ya know yer up for something truly bizarre and ecclectic night tonight when you see THIS collection of wacky instruments up on stage.. yay! bongos!)LADY STRANGELOVE
first up on stage.. LADY STRANGELOVE.. a group of colourfully crazed loons who formed a circle around their equipment with their backs facing the crowd, conjuring up a progressive instrumental swirling mix of chemical fueled electronica, live drums, saxaphone, bongos, guitar, bass, triggered voice samples and wot'ever else diabolical nonsense they seem fit to throw at us.. they sounded quite like wot oldskool CHEMICAL BROTHERS would be like if it wuz hit by a howling tornado and sent spinning in all directions at once into a 60's freakout timewarp (yet, with a groove you could dance too).. it really twisted me head up severe with all the howling feedback noises and farting synth breakdowns.. but DAMN it wuz cool.. :)
in between bands, I fuel up on beers.. only to be momentarily tripped out by the psychedelic mirrorball floating in the haze near the stage.. hmmmm, perhaps they put something in the beer tonight? ROHYPNOL perhaps? GBH? either way.. paaaaaa.a.a.a..a.a.rty!CENTRAL DELI BAND
and now, we have the headliners for the night.. CENTRAL DELI BAND.. and I mean this as an upmost compliment to you guys when I say this, but I reckon you could very well be THE MOST FUCKED UP LIVE BAND I'VE EVER SEEN in me entire life.. it wuz like a total howling mess out there.. all punk screaming, out've control garage rock, bouncy bouncy electro cheese.. band members constantly swapping instruments.. new band members turning up out've nowhere.. other band members constantly disappearing into the crowd.. at some stage I even remember being up on stage MYSELF with 20 other people without a freakin' CLUE as to how the hell I got there.. total fucking chaos..
yeah, just you try and figure out wot the hell is going on in these photo's..
yup, I really don't know what the FUCK this all meant.. I couldn't make head or tail of it.. and I'm really not even sure if it could be defined as actual MUSIC or not (it more resembled an out've control community theatre experiment on acid gone horribly wrong).. but, DAMN it wuz a freaking cool set all the same.. better than getting fucked up on bag of shrooms and hitting up a circus freakshow.. YOU GUYS ROCKED! :)
as per the norm after the gig.. many MANY beers followed and much stupidity resulted.. with me ending up a swirling mess of gibberish and brain damage as I spun the walls into a hairy mess on the dancefloor hooting like a retarded chimpanzee as much fun wuz had by all (if only I rememeber any of wot the fuck happened.. wooo!)
by about 3:30AM I'd had my fill, bid my farewell to the many colourful stains on the floors of the CRANKA as I staggered down the rainy streets to my last bus of the night..
home, 4AM.. exhausted.. unconsciousness..
*phew* and I'm done!
and seriously.. if ANY FREAKING IDIOT out there DARES call me in the next few days hyping on up about some fuckarse live gig, party, club night, gallery opening or public execution happening on a weeknight that demands I make an appearance (coz apparently EVERYONE wants to get on this blog lately - damn camera whores!) then I'm gonna go fucking hostile on 'em.. I don't care if it's the second coming of KURT COBAIN, JIMI HENDRIX and JOHN LENNON forming their own super group in me backyard.. I ain't having ANY part of it, and if at all possible I'm not planning gonna leave my house at night till at LEAST this FRIDAY.. coz I'm poop'd..
and really, I don't think that's TOO MUCH to ask.. if only Adelaide could just shut the fuck up for a few days and stop with all these damn gigs and give SPOZ a chance to recharge his batteries.. then I'd be happy..
damn you ADELAIDE and yer party crazed music scene.. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!! ;)
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head