The Adelaide music scene: to many of you it might be little more than a touring speed bump between Melbourne and Perth but to us it's a way of life. Feast within, on all its dysfunctioning splendour, as we bring you the highly satirical, laughingly fictional and intellectually imbecile tales from our rock & roll wasteland...
MONA LISA OVERDRIVE WISH @ PRODUCERS BAR / Saturday July 19th 2008
Episode three of four. Two down, two to go? Saturday night? YAY it's a fucking Saturday! We all know what that means: "Five days of work.. one whole day to play.. c'mon everybody wear your rollerskates today.. it's Saturday it's a Saturday Saturday it's a Saturday it's a Saturday it's a Saturdaaaeeeeeaa.." (aarrggh.. kill me now!) Or at least it would've been if I hadn't already done me a whole MONTH of Saturdays THIS Friday night (with a few extra on Thursday) and woke up today feeling like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and three MCs from De La Soul had just ambushed me in a back alley and beaten me fives ways to NEXT Saturday (FUUUCK what a Friday!). No not for me, I seek something a little different from MY Saturday. I seek escape. I seek a clean slate, redemption, contemplation and some hair-of-the-dog, pint sized medication all rolled into one! I seek the chewy nougat centre that only the east end Palace cinema could ever hope to provide! Oh yeaaah! thank fuck for the Hollywood summer blockbuster! :)
My choice was obvious. My choice was there WAS no other choice. It was the same movie every other dickhead and dog were scrambling to see this weekend: "The Dark Knight". Fuck the live scene, the live scene can wait! I've waited all year for this! Batman! FUCK YEAAAAH! And as for what I thought of it all? (a) yes it IS as ridiculously awesome as everyone says it is, (b) the first half of the movie will totally confuse the fuck out've you, but (c) it totally makes up for it by the second half, so much so (d) you'll want to see it twice, and (e) it has the most horrifying use for a "pencil" you'll ever damn near see. Bring your brain, bring refreshments, you'll fucking love it!
11:11PM - Satisfied in a Saturday night well wasted in a passive pursuit oddly more cerebral and challenging than I ever imagined (who knew a comic book movie could ever aspire to this!?), and since no episode of Spoz's Rant is ever complete without at least SOME live music content; I took a quick stroll down Grenfell Street and Producers Bar just to see what I could dig up..
Aaaaah Producers Bar! Adelaide's best kept secret outside of every other live venue in this city that you would've never heard of before if you didn't otherwise read this blog; Producers Bar! A place ripe with infamy! How could we forget Saul Williams back in January 2007? Har Mar Superstar in April 2007? The Red Paintings in July 2007? Mani Neumeier in January 2008? Mammal in April 2008? All these posters pointing to battles hard fought and victories hard won within these very obsidian walls that stand before me!? Walls that verily drip the blood of rock!? And tonight we add yet another chapter to this illustrious hall of heroes with the one, the only..
Oh fuck.. what the hell!? Yup, welcome to yet another exciting monthly installment of "Wish": indie alt prog and electro, the one stop party central for Adelaide's party scene! And what could be MORE awesome than original recipe "Wish" I hear you ask? Well look no further kiddies, for tonight we have Olympics style Wish! Oh yes! everything you could've ever wanted from team sports, shaved heads, drug abuse, urine samples, national anthems, armpit stains and camel toes but were too afraid to ask!? it's all here tonight! WOWEEE!! dare to contain the excitement!
*cough* damn, does anyone else hear crickets chirping in here, or is that just me?
But.. wait.. where are you all going!? come back! we've got plenty of fun! No really!! We've got endless hours of entertainment right here! like, the amazing Colonel and his busted up knee!
A wild and wacky selection of alcoholics to be lurched, leered, spat on and thrown up upon!!
Did someone say novelty hat wear!? oh yes kiddies, we have novelty hat wear!
And then there's bartender Sophie. Aaaaah Sophie! everyone loves Sophie! How's tricks Sophie? how awesome is it to be working a Saturday night like this!? Sophie? Sophie!? hello.. anyone there? *waves hands frantically*.. damn, she's gone and frozen up again! Quick, hand me that box of matches so I can throw some lit ones at her.. see if she blinks! wooohehehahaha! :)
Aaaaah Sophie, sweet innocent, flame retardant Sophie! she loves nothing more than to make entirely unnecessary appearances on Spoz's Rant, so much so that she's simply overjoyed to see that bartender Bec, her "arch nemesis" from the Ed Castle has beaten her to the spotlight timeandtimeagain. Oh yes! nothing is more entirely awesome in this world than to see yourself in Spoz's Rant! Isn't that right Sophie? Sophie!? oh shit.. now I've really done it! heeeeelp!!
But of course Sophie always sees the sunny side of life. Why? Cause she's Sophie! Sophie's awesome! isn't that right Sophie!? and so to show us that it's all fun and games on Spoz's Rant, she's presented me with a complimentary cocktail (of entirely dubious origin) to celebrate everyone's good fortune! awwww thanks Sophie! no really, you're the best! :)
And so, as I sip this soothingly sweet nectar of the gods that may or may not contain trace amounts of ebola, dioxin, botulinum, Japanese pierus, smallpox, anthrax, thallium and a whole lemon zesty wedge of awesome! I eagerly await the appearance of the final band of the night..
MONA LISA OVERDRIVE (***) myspace :: Tonight Producers Bar and a cast of thousands (some of them even visible with the naked eye!) have already played host to the skull fucking crescendo in sticks and pipes and strings that was Trixie Plain and Swords: two of Adelaide's best reasons to bang your head repetitively into a wall since toaster met bathtub met Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit". But like any other wild night south of the border such as this one, they've well and truly left the best till last: Mona Lisa Overdrive. Not to be confused with their mild mannered private school mannerisms, their neatly tailored mod couture, their well rehearsed cacophany of clanging organs, guitars and mud mixed 60's psychedelia; Mona Lisa Overdrive are a band best appreciated counter intuitively. Like all the great jazz artists before them, your optimal experience with this band best lies between the notes, between the negative spaces and between the whimsically psychotic. One minute they're the Velvet Underground, next they're The Doors, and next you find yourself up to your armpits in whale song and white noise with no fucking clue how the hell you got there. Don't look to the bottom of that glass. Ignore the curious powdery white residue that may quite possibly signify that Sophie is trying to kill you. No, look to the stage and the band performing that find line between genius and insanity. That there is what Mona Lisa Overdrive are all about!
When they're just a four piece band playing "songs"; they're coffee table kinds of cool. Get your lava lamps, your oil light, your black light, your go-go boots, your oversized bird cage and your wild and wacky Laugh-In camera angles and dance yourself up a storm. But when they're well and truly totally losing their batshit minds out there, when their drummer Alex is shrieking and fisting holes into his drumkit, when their guitarist Dave finds himself magnetised to the wall chasing in and out of his own shadow like a rock skimming over water, when they're all drifting upstream on a suicide mission to kill Kurtz, they're nothing short of a mind fucking exclamation point and an EEG sustain as I hit the floor. Oh yes! dare to sample all ten minutes of THIS live video and you TOO will be living in same crawl space of crazy I now like to call "home"..
12:38AM - Hours later, or quite possibly mere minutes later; it's really hard to guage the exact flow of space and time in moments like these (fuck, guess whatever was in that cocktail must've kicked in now!) I awake as if from a dream, staring in endless fascination at the glowing red glow of the Producers bar fridge. Is that you jebus? have you come to save me!? weeeeeee! :)
1:28AM - Yup, in all the hours that follow as I black in and out've consciousness, right here is pretty much the highlight: when my sleep is interrupted by a bunch of these mouth breathing lunkheads, flapping their arms about in the mistaken belief they were here for Tyger Tyger's CD launch tonight. Wowee! who knew this was all it took: one emptied shotgun, four or five garbage gags, a shovel, "a few quiet drinks" at the bar and I'm home free at last!? YIPEEE!!! :)
2:42AM - Shit spoke too soon! For no sooner did I utter the fateful phrase "a few quiet drinks" than these two serial alcoholics come bursting through the doors: Joe and Simone, to kidnap my drug addled carcass for furthering mad science experiments.. OOOOH FUCK! here we go again!
I should probably attempt to explain why exactly they're dressed like piss swilling bogans from Elizabeth Shopping Centre, but we all know there IS no explanation. Just leave your brain at the door, piss your diseased liver goodbye and just hope and PRAY you don't end up stuffed into a stainless steel filing cabinet with a tag on your toe by the time they're through..
3:17AM - And as much as I would've loved to provide more detailed running commentary on just WHERE the hell these laughable lunatics dragged me to for the rest of the night, or for that matter anything else I may be embarassed to admit we may've all done, since I somehow "conveniently" forgot most of what happened, your guess is as good as mine! All I do know for certain is at some point we found ourselves circling the drain fast here at the Cranka..
3:31AM - A few too many beers at the bar (and whatever the fuck else) later my camera lens gets flooded with a deluge of drunkarse photos that for the life of me I can't remember taking..
*cough* yup, that pretty much sums up my Saturday night right here..
4:13AM - Before rather promptly losing Joe Blogs, as he blindly stumbles off to Shotz to drink himself even furtheringly retarded (if that was even possible). Whilst me and Simone follow suit moments later, only to completely lose him: unsure whether he simply caught a taxi, he got lost gargling leaves in a gutter somewhere, or he got kidnapped by space aliens instead..
5:23AM - Only to end up here at the end of the night, eating fuck knows what (wait, did that pickle in my burger just move!? quick.. kill it! KILL IT!) here at the one place I dare never speak of by name: Humpty Craps, Frumpy Dacks, the Hippity Shits (or whatever the hungry fuck you want to call it..) wondering why I always gravitate to this festering shithole everytime my blood alcohol percentile starts hitting the double digits. Why? cause I'm a fucking idiot.. that's why!
And so as I collapse dead on my doorstep, only to wake up the following mid afternoon in a bath tub full of ice, both kidneys, liver and pancreas missing, in the middle of a pentagram drawn out in rock salt and lined with goat skulls and candles reading a little note lovingly hand written by Sophie in my own blood: "come back anytime! the drinks are on meeee!!" I wonder, just HOW the fuck am I gonna do another night of this!? oh yeah! that's right.. I'm an idiot.