FIRE COMING OUT OF THE MONKEY'S HEAD
after the inflicted carnage of last weekend's epic journey into dribbledom I wuz really hoping for a nice contemplative week to recharge.. a week of quiet reflection doing nothing but tweaking up freelance graphic design (for SWEEPER), webdesign bollocks (for MUNCHKIN) and writing up horribly retarded midweek blogs that nobody in their right mind would ever read.. but OOOOOOOH NO! this was not to be!
behold the rarefied stonerisms that is the tuesday night carnage - W SHANE FORSTER and JIMMY's CHILI LONGNECK PARTY - held in the fluffy suburbanite surrounds of FLINDERS PARK.. will the madness ever cease?
key ingredients for any good TUESDAY NIGHT party..
(a) steaming bowls of fresh CHILLI BEEF..
(b) fuckoff sized LONGNECK bottles of beer..
(c) a big wacky inferno in the backyard to keep the peeps hypnotized..
(d) live PA system, mixing desk and psychedelic lighting rigs..
(e) idiotically loud live rock bands jamming out in the livingroom..LC3'S
so, here's the LC3's chugging out a howling mess of proto grunge stonerisms..TRIXIE PLAIN
followed by W SHANE FORSTER's weirdarse sideproject thingy.. couldn't for the life of me remember wot the hell it wuz called, something along the lines of "SATURDAY NIGHT SMASHOFF".. but they did this mean arse 1st song that sounded like QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE vs DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979.. complete with one freakin' ninja buzzing guitar riff that tore the roof off.. ROCK!
with that over, much retarded free for all band jams follow.. featuring lunatic covers of PEARL JAM and NEIL YOUNG.. many many bottles.. many many games of fooz (most of which I won, weirdly enough).. that damn chilli burning a whole thru my digestive tract.. much carnage and fun for all!
Previously on Spoz's Rant: I Won't Survive