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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...
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[::..latest blogs..::]
:: "DAZE OF OUR LIVES"
with JUNGLE CITY,
KHAN, IIAH and
THE HOWLING FOG
:: MATTFEST 5 (Festival)
with THE DUNES, FLYYING
COLOURS DUO, ANDREW
McCUBBIN feat. MELINDA
KAY, DEAN FOREVER,
TOUGH BOYS, SOMNIUM
DUO, YOUR LOYAL
HEARTLESS, DRUID
FLUIDS, ALREADY
GONE, CAM McTERNAN
and PAT THE RAT
:: SASKWATCH,
SIAMESE and
DEAN FOREVER
:: FILTHY LUCRE,
WHITE SUMMER,
SOMNIUM and
HEINOUS CRIMES
:: FLEUR GREEN
& THE KEEPERS
(Album Launch)
with EMILY DAVIS
:: HALL OF FAME ::
:: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES** :: ANNIE SIEGMANN :: ARTAX MISSION :: THE AVES :: AVIATOR LANE :: BASTARD SONS OF RUINATION :: THE BATTERY KIDS :: BEARDED GYPSY BAND* :: BOOSTER :: CENTRAL DELI BAND :: CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL :: CIRCLE CLAN :: COERCE :: COOPS & THE BIRD :: CONCHILLIA :: DANVERS & GHOST KNIFE :: DEAD POPES OF THE VATICAN :: DELUSIONS OF GRANDMA :: DIRT PLAYGROUND :: DOUBLE HANDED* :: THE DUNES :: EGYPT :: ENCARTA / COLONEL KERNEL** :: FIRE! SANTA ROSA FIRE!*** :: FRIENDS :: GLASS SKIES :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT* :: THE HONEY PIES** :: HORROR MY FRIEND* :: ISLE OF VISION :: JUNGLE CITY :: KAMIKAZE :: THE KEEPSAKES* :: THE KILLGIRLS*** :: KORAL & THE GOODBYE HORSES :: LADY STRANGELOVE** :: LEADER CHEETAH* :: LIKE LEAVES** :: LUMONICS* :: LYLA :: MAX SAVAGE & THE FALSE IDOLS*** :: MERE THEORY :: MORALS OF A MINOR* :: THE MOTIVE :: MR WEDNESDAY** :: NO THROUGH ROAD*** :: QUIET CHILD :: QUIET IN THE LAB! :: REALIST FEW :: RIDE INTO THE SUN** :: THE SEA THIEVES* :: THE SHINY BRIGHTS* :: SINCERELY, GRIZZLY*** :: SKELETONS :: SOFT WHITE MACHINE* :: SONS OF ZOKU :: SPARKSPITTER* :: SQUEAKER :: ST. MORRIS SINNERS :: STEERING BY STARS* :: SWIMMING :: TEA :: THE TIMBERS :: TONY FONT SHOW** :: TRACER :: THE TRANSATLANTICS** :: TWO SUNS :: TYGER TYGER* :: THE VILLENETTES* :: WEST THEBARTON BROTHEL PARTY :: WOLF & CUB** :: ZETA ::
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[::..miscellaneous..::]
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[::..video blogs..::]
[::..festival blogs..::]
:: Fringe Festival 2012
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6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
11 | 12 | 13 | 14
:: Fringe Festival 2013
- 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
11 | 12 | 13 | 14
:: Fringe Festival 2015
- 1 | 2
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5
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:: Fringe Festival 2017
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2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
[::..b&w episodes..::]
:: A Winter Wonderland
- 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
:: In Limbo - 1 | 2 |
3
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:: B&W July 2012 - 1 | 2 |
3
| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
[::..special features..::]
:: ARTIST INDEX ::
:: !!! :: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES :: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES (DUET) :: 200 MOTELS :: 4 KINGS LOUD :: 4 VOICE :: 67 SPECIAL :: 78 SAAB :: A.B. ORIGINAL :: A BASKET OF MAMMOTHS :: A.D.K.O.B. :: A RED DAWN :: AAARRR! ALL ABOARD FOR PIRATEY VARIETY :: AARON THOMAS :: AARON THOMAS TRIO :: ABBEY HOWLETT :: ABBEY HOWLETT & THE GOLDEN REALM :: ABLACKWELL :: ABOLISHED :: ACID MOUNTAIN :: ACROSS THE ATLAS :: ADALITA :: ADAM PAGE :: ADELAIDE'S PIPE GUY :: ADNAAN BARAKY :: ADRIAN BELEW :: ADRIAN DEUTSCH :: AFFAIRS OF MEN :: AFI :: AFTER THE FALL :: AIRBOURNE :: ALANA JAGT :: ALANA JAGT & THE MONOTREMES :: ALARM BIRDS & THE SEA THIEVES :: ALIAS & THE JAMS :: ALISON COPPE & THE JANES :: ALITHIA :: ALL FLIGHT CREW ARE DEAD :: ALL MADE OF RUBIES :: ALL NIGHT GIRLS :: ALMA KALORAMA :: ALPEN :: ALPHA BETA FOX :: ALPHABETTE :: ALPINE :: ALREADY GONE :: ALUKA :: AMBUSH MARKETING :: THE AMCATS :: AMUNDSENS FLAG :: ANDREW HIGGS & THE SAND CASTLE HARUM :: ANDREW MCCUBBIN feat. MELINDA KAY :: ANDREW P. STREET :: ANDY BULL :: ANDY ROBERTS :: ANGEL & THE BADMAN :: ANGEL EYES :: ANGEL OLSEN :: ANGELIK :: ANGELS OF GUNG-HO :: ANGIE HART :: ANIMAL SHADOWS :: ANIMAL TRAPS :: ANNIE BASS :: ANNIE SIEGMANN :: ANNY DUFF :: ANTHONY ANT :: ANTHONY WIGNALL :: ANTONY OF THE FUTURE :: ANYA ANASTASIA :: ANYA ANASTASIA & THE BIRD WIZDOM CABARET :: ANYA MCNICOL-WINDRAM :: THE APE :: APHELION :: APPARITION :: APPOMATTOX RUN :: ARAKEYE :: THE ARCADE FIRE :: ARCHERS :: ARCHIE :: ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI :: ARGUS & THE LIAR :: ARIEL PINK'S HAUNTED GRAFFITI :: ARLO COOK :: ARMOUR FOU :: ARRAY :: ART OF ESCAPE :: THE ART OF FLYING KITES :: ARTAX MISSION :: AS THE PENNY DROPS :: THE ASTEROID BELT :: THE ATLANTIC STREET BAND :: ATLASIS & AMICA :: ATTILA MY HONEY :: ATTONBITUS :: AUBERON DANCE ACADEMY :: AUDIUM :: THE AUDREYS :: AUGUSTE :: AURA FORM :: AURORA :: THE AUTHENTIC REPLICAS :: AUXILLA :: AVANT GARDENERS :: THE AVES :: AVIATOR LANE :: AWKWARD LOVE TRIANGLE :: BABES ARE WOLVES :: BABYLON BURNING :: BACHELOR OF ARTS :: BACHELORETTE :: BACK$EAT ROMEOS :: BAD//DREEMS :: BAD LUCK CABARET :: THE BAKER SUITE :: THE BAKER'S DIGEST :: BAKEWELL STREET :: BALL PARK MUSIC :: BANG! BANG! AIDS! :: BANJO JACKSON :: BANJO WEATHERALD :: BANOFFEE :: BARCODE :: THE BARON :: THE BARONS OF TANG :: BASEBALL :: THE BASKERVILLES :: BASTARD SONS OF RUINATION :: BAT FOR LASHES :: BATPISS :: BATRIDER :: THE BATTERY KIDS :: BATTLEHOUNDS :: BATTLE POPE :: BATTLES :: BEACH HOUSE :: BEANIE MY FRIEND :: BEARDED GYPSY BAND :: THE BEARDS :: THE BEASTIE BOYS :: BEC STEVENS :: BED WETTER :: BEDHEAD :: THE BEDROOM PHILOSOPHER & HIS AWKWARDSTRA :: THE BEERBELLY BUSKERS :: BEFORE THE AFTERMATH :: BELITTLE LEAGUE :: THE BELLE CURVE :: THE BELLRAYS :: BELOVED ELK :: BEN GEL & THE BONEYARD SAINTS :: BEN ELY'S RADIO 5 :: BEN REVI :: BEN REVI ALL-STAR REVIVAL BAND :: BERMUDA BAY :: BETTY AIRS :: BIG BAD BARRY & THE DEAD SETS :: BIG DADDY'S DISCOTHEQUE :: BIG RICHARD INSECT :: BIG SCARY :: BIG SKY THEORY :: BIG YAWN :: BILLY BISHOP GOES TO WAR :: BILLY BOB'S BBQ JAM BAND :: BING GOES TO MONACO :: BINKY & THE BUNG MICS :: THE BIRD :: BIRD WIZDOM :: BIRTHGLOW :: BIT BY BATS :: BITCH PREFECT :: BITCHSPAWN :: THE BITTER DARLINGS :: BITTER SWEET KICKS :: BJORK :: BLACK GOLD :: BLACK LIPS :: BLACKCHORDS :: THE BLACK AND WHITE :: BLACK CORAL :: THE BLACK DOVES :: THE BLACK HEART DEATH CULT :: BLACK KNIGHT :: BLAKE SABAN 3 :: BLAST RHOMBUS :: THE BLEEDING FLARES :: BLEEDING KNEES CLUB :: THESE BLESSED BONES :: THE BLIND HERD :: BLISTERED PALMS :: BLOOD PLASTIC :: BLOODHOUNDS ON MY TRAIL :: BLOW UP BETTY :: THE BLUEBERRIES :: BLUEJUICE :: BLUSH RESPONSE :: BOB DOWNE :: BOB LOG III :: BODY HORROR :: BOHOEFFER :: THE BON SCOTTS :: BOOSTER :: THE BORDERLAND :: BOS :: THE BOTTLEROCKETS :: BOX ELDER :: THE BOX ROCKETS :: BREE TRANTER :: BRENDAWG & THE DROID :: THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE :: BRIANNA MAHONEY :: BRIARS :: BRILLIG :: BRITISH INDIA :: THE BRITISH ROBOTS :: THE BRITISH ROBOTS (DUO) :: BRONZE CHARIOT :: BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE :: BROKERS :: THE BROTHERS GOON :: BROTHERSISTER :: THE BROUHAHA :: BRUNATEX :: BUFFALO BOYFRIEND :: THE BUMBLEBEEZ :: BURAKA SOM SISTEMA :: BURIED FEATHER :: BURLESQUE BEAUTIES :: BURN THE ASHES :: THE BURNING SEA :: BURNING TOWER :: BURNSIDE MUMS :: BUSHIDO :: BUSTER FIDEZ :: BYE BYE MOUNTAIN :: THE BYZANTINES :: CABBAGE & KINGS :: CABIN CULTS :: CAL WILLIAMS JNR :: CALIFORNIA COUSIN :: CALLERDENIGHT :: CALLING ALL CARS :: CAM GOODALL :: CAMEROM MCTERNAN :: CAMP COPE :: CANDIDA :: CANIDAE :: CANIS VULPES :: CAPTAIN CLEANOFF :: CAPTAIN HELLFIRE & THE WRETCHED BRETHREN :: THE CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY :: CAPTIVES :: CAR SEAT HEADREST :: CARLA LIPPIS & THE MARTIAL HEARTS :: THE CASIO BROTHERS :: CASKET CASE :: CASS McCOMBS :: CASSETTE KIDS :: CAT DOG BIRD :: CAT PARTY :: CELESTITE :: CENTAURZ :: CENTRAL DELI BAND :: CERES :: CESARE :: CHAPMAN STREET :: CHARLIE MONSOON :: CHASING PHOENIX :: CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL :: CHERRY GRIND :: THE CHEVRON WHORES :: CHÉRIE DE KLERK :: CHILD :: CHILDREN COLLIDE :: CHINESE NEW YEAR :: CHRIS FINNEN :: CHORAL GRIEF :: CHVRCHES :: CIARAM GRANGER :: CIRCLE CLAN :: CIRCUS ARCADE :: THE CITRADELS :: CITRUS JAM :: CITY CALM DOWN :: CITY RIOTS :: THE CLANGERS :: CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH :: THE CLIQUE :: CLOUD CONTROL :: CLOUD NOTHINGS :: THE CLOWNS OF DECADENCE :: CLUE TO KALO :: COBRA :: COCK :: COERCE :: COG :: COLLARBONES :: COLLIDE/ESCAPE :: COLLIDER :: COLONEL KERNEL :: COLORBLIND :: COLOURISE :: CONCHILLIA :: CONSOLE WARRIORS :: COOKIE BAKER :: COOKIE BAKER & HER SPECIAL SECRET SPELLS :: COOL JUMPER :: COOL JUMPER & TANTIVY FAIR :: COOPS & THE BIRD :: CORPUS :: CORTEZ :: COSMO BLACK :: COSMO THUNDERCAT :: COSMO THUNDERCAT (DUO) :: COUNTERFEIT TRAITOR :: COY CARP :: CRACKWHORE :: THE CRAVES :: THE CRAYON FIELDS :: CREEPERS :: CRUSTY SUITCASE BAND :: THE CRYING GAME :: CUB SCOUTS :: CURSES :: CUT COPY :: CUT OFF YOUR HANDS :: THE DAIRY BROTHERS :: DAISY BUCHANAN :: DAIYE SPA :: DALLAS FRASCA :: DALLI :: DAMN ARMS :: DAMN TERRAN :: DAMNED MEN :: DAMO SUZUKI NETWORK :: DAN DEVLIN :: DANCE TIL YOU CAN'T SAY YEAH! :: DANGER & PLASTIC :: DANGEROUS! :: DANIEL VARRICCHIO :: DANIELE VILELLA :: DANVERS :: DANVERS & GHOST KNIFE :: DAPPLED CITIES :: THE DARDANELLES :: THE DARK LIGHTS :: DAS UBBERDUNG :: DAVE PHILLIPS :: DAY RAVIES :: DAYDREAM :: THE DAYLIGHT BRAVES :: DAYSWORTH FIGHTING :: THE DEAD BELLS :: DEAD END FRIENDS :: DEAD FRENCHMEN :: DEAD JOE :: DEAD POPES OF THE VATICAN :: DEADLY ARE THE NAKED :: DEAFAULT :: DEAN FOREVER :: DEAR PLASTIC :: DEEP SEA ARCADE :: THE DEER JOHNS :: DEERHUNTER :: DEJA :: DEJA ENTENDU :: DELIA OBST :: THE DELTA RIGGS :: DELUSIONS OF GRANDMA :: DESCRIBE ELIZA :: DESERT CROOKS :: A DEVIL AMONGST THE TAILORS :: DEVIL ELECTRIC :: THE DEVILROCK FOUR :: DEXTER JONES :: DIAMOND SINS :: DIANA SCALZI :: DICK DIVER :: DIE! DIE! DIE! :: DIESEL WITCH :: DIIV :: DIPLOMAT :: DIPSTONE :: DIRT PLAYGROUND :: THE DIRTY MONKS :: DIRTY WOLVES :: THE DIVINE FLUXUS :: DIZZEE RASCAL :: DJ KELE OKEREKE :: DJ SHADOW :: DJ SPOZ :: DJANGO ROWE TRIO :: DMA'S :: DOE :: DOM TRIMBOLI & THE WIZARDS :: DON MORRISON :: DONNARUMMA :: DOUBLE DENIM :: DOUBLE DRAGON :: DOUBLE HANDED :: DOZERS :: DRAWN FROM BEES :: THE DREAMBOATS :: DRILLER JET ARMSTRONG :: THE DRONES :: DROPLET :: DRUID FLUIDS :: DRUNK MUMS :: DUD PILLS :: DUKES OF WINDSOR :: DUMB EARTH :: DUNE RATS :: THE DUNES :: DUNGEN :: DUSTY LEE :: DUSTY LEE & THE ANGELS OF GUNG HO :: DUSTY LEE'S WASTED WANDERERS :: DYSPORA :: DZ :: DZ DEATHRAYS :: EAST END VILLAINS :: ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN :: ECHO & THE EMPRESS :: EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING :: EGYPT :: THE EL CAMINOS :: ELECTRIC EXILES :: ELECTRIC FIELDS :: ELECTRIC WIDOWS ::ELEPHANT :: THE ELEVENTH HOUR :: THE E.L.F. :: ELLEN KIBBLE :: EL-P :: ELVIS :: EMDEE :: EMERGENCY RULE :: EMILY DAVIS :: EMILY WYATT :: EMPERORS :: EMMA HORWOOD :: EMPIRE VAGABOND :: ENCARTA :: ENDLESS NAMELESS :: ENEMY OF :: ENNIS TOLA :: ENVY STREET :: ES IST SUPER :: EVEN :: EXPATRIATE :: THE EXPLODERS :: EXPLODING PLASTIC INEVITABLE :: EZRA HOPE :: FACEMEAT :: FACEMEAT - A ROCK OPERA :: FAITH NO MORE :: FAIR MAIDEN :: THE FAK :: FAKE LAKE :: FAKE TAN :: FASCINATOR :: THE FAT SACK :: FAT TAILED ANTICHINUS :: FAVOUR THE BRAVE :: FEAR AND LOATHING :: THE FEARLESS VAMPIRE KILLERS :: FEIST :: FEMME FATALES :: FERGUS O'REGAN :: FEZ FAANANA :: FIGHTERPILOT :: A FILM FOR THE FUTURE :: FILTHY LUCRE :: THE FINISHING SCHOOL :: FINNEN & DAVIDSON :: THE FINNS :: FIRS :: FISHING WITH HENRY :: FIRE! SANTA ROSA, FIRE! :: FIST PUMP, FIST BUMP :: FISTFUL OF TROJANS :: FKA TWIGS :: THE FLEEING MINDS :: FLEUR GREEN :: FLEUR GREEN & THE KEEPERS :: THE FLOORS :: FLORENCE & THE MACHINE :: FLUME :: FLYYING COLOURS DUO :: THE FOLKO-OH-NOES :: FONT PLAYS FONT :: FORCES :: FOREIGN/NATIONAL :: FOREST OF GNOMES :: FORMER CHILD STARS :: FOX FAEHRMANN :: FOXX ON FIRE :: FRANZ FERDINAND :: FRAUD MILLIONAIRES :: FREESTATE :: FRESH KILLS :: FRIDAY'S FOX :: FRIENDS :: FROM THE DEAD SEA :: FULL CONTACT SAFARI :: THE FUMES :: FUNK LATIN UNION :: FUNKOARS :: FUTURE FARM :: FUTURE ISLANDS :: THE FYOOGS :: GALAPAGOOSE :: GALAXY CAT :: GALLEON :: GARDEN RUIN :: GAVIN DE ALMEIDA :: GAY PARIS :: THE GELS :: GEMINI DOWNS :: GENERATION SWINE :: GEORDIE LITTLE :: GERMEIN SISTERS :: GG ALAN BINDIG :: GHOST WALK :: GHOUL :: GHYTI :: GHYTI (DUO) :: GHYTI & THE PHILANTHROPIC ORCHESTRA :: GINDIANA BONES AND THE SEVERAL KIDNEYS OF THE UNDERGROUND TRAIN STATION :: GINFOX VS HELLO NEWMAN :: GIRL TALK :: THE GIVEAWAYS :: GLASS :: GLASS DUNES :: GLASS SKIES :: GLASS TOWERS :: GLISK :: GNARLS BARKLEY :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT (Lounge Set) :: GOLD BLOOM :: THE GOOD CHINA :: GOOD BOY :: GOONBOMB :: GOON WIZARRD :: GOTYE :: GRACE: THE SONGS OF JEFF BUCKLEY :: GRACE GOODFELLOW :: GRAFTON PRIMARY :: THE GRAND RAPIDS :: THE GRATES :: GRAVEYARD TRAIN :: GREAT GABLE :: THE GREETING METHOD :: GRENADIERS :: GREY DATURAS :: GRIMES :: GRIMEY :: GROOVE ARMADA :: GROUND COMPONENTS :: THE GROWL :: GUILLAUME SOLO ACOUSTIC :: GUINEAFOWL :: GUN IT :: GÜNTER & THE SAFEWORD :: GYRO :: HAIM :: HAL BIRD :: HALCYON DRIVE :: HALFWAY TO FORTH :: HANNAH FAIRLAMB :: THE HAPPY ENDINGS :: HAPPY SOMETIMES :: HAR MAR SUPERSTAR :: THE HARD ACHES :: HARMLESS HUNTER :: HARMONY :: HARRY FREEMAN :: HARTS :: HAWKS OF ALBA :: HAYSTACKS CALHOON :: HEAPS GOOD FRIENDS :: HEATH WEBER :: HEINOUS CRIMES :: HEKYL :: HELLO, LOVER :: HELLO NEWMAN :: HELMET :: HESTON DROP :: HEY FEVER :: HEY LADY! :: HI, I'M RECLUSIVE AUTHOR THOMAS PYNCHON :: HIGH STAKES :: HIGH TENSION :: HIGH VIOLET :: HIGHTIME :: HILLS & TRAINS :: HIT THE JACKPOT :: THE HOLD STEADY :: THE HOLIDAYS :: HOLOGRAPHIC CHARIZARD :: HOLOGRAPHIC COLTS :: HOLY FUCK :: HOLY HOLY :: THE HOLY SEA :: HOLY SERPENT :: HOME FOR THE DEF :: THE HONEY PIES :: HORROR MY FRIEND :: HOSPITAL THE MUSICAL :: HOT WINGS :: HOUSE OF JADE :: HOWL AT THE MOON :: HOWL 'N BONES :: HOWLING BELLS :: THE HOWLING FOG :: HUMBLE BEE :: HUMMINGBIRD :: HUNGRY KIDS OF HUNGARY :: THE HUNTED CROWS :: HURRICANE JANE :: HURRICANES :: THE HUSHES :: HUXLEY :: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT WEEZER :: I HEART HIROSHIMA :: I, A MAN :: ICE ON MERCURY :: ID :: IGGY POP & THE STOOGES :: IIAH :: ILLICIT EVE :: IMMIGRANT UNION :: IMOGEN BRAVE :: IMPARTIAL :: THE IMPOSSIBLE QUICHE :: THE INCHES :: INDIAGO :: INSTITUT POLAIRE :: INTERCOOLER :: INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF MOJO :: THE INTERNET :: INTERPOL :: INTERZONE EXPRESS :: INTROVERT :: INUETTE :: INWOODS :: IRAAN SANADZADEH :: IRIDIUM :: IRIE KNIGHTS :: THE IRRESPONSIBLES :: ISLE OF CAPRI :: ISLE OF VISION :: IT'S A HOAX :: IT'S A HOAX (INSTRUMENTAL) :: IT'S WARSAW :: IVORY :: J-LO BIAFRA :: J-WAH :: JACK LONDON :: JACKSON FIREBIRD :: JAMES PARRY :: JANE'S ADDICTION :: JAPAM :: JAPANDROIDS :: JAPANTHER :: JARVIS :: JARVIS COCKER :: JASON SIMON (DEAD MEADOW) :: JAY WALKER AND THE PEDESTRIANS :: JAYNE-ANNE POWER :: JEFF MARTIN & TEREPAI RICHMOND :: JESS KENT :: JESS PORTER :: JESSE DAVIDSON :: JESSE FRANCIS :: JESUS CHRIST POSSE :: THE JEZABELS :: JIKA :: JIMMY & THE MIRRORS :: JIMMY EAT WORLD :: JIMMY MARIN :: JIMMY MOUNTAIN :: JOE MCKEE :: JOEL STERN :: JOEL STERN, CURED PINK & TIMOTHY TATE :: THE JOHN STEEL SINGERS :: JOHNNY AMERICAN HORSE :: JON ADDAMS :: JON MARCO :: JON MORTIMER :: JONNY BLIZZARD :: JORDAN TITO :: JOSH CALLIGEROS :: JOURNEY WELL SPACE WIZARD :: JOY & SPARKS :: JP COE & THE DELEGATES :: JUDGE MENTAL :: JUMP! 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:: Thursday, November 25, 2010

RIDE INTO THE SUN + THE MAGIC BONES + THE AMCATS
"I'M JUST DANDY" SINGLE LAUNCH @ JIVE / Saturday November 20th 2010

Inspiration.. INSPI-FUCKING-RATION! That's all I ever look for, that's all I ever live for! I kill to see and hear that shit maaan, I live to breathe it through my lungs like a psychotropic fog twenty four seven! Shit who needs "reality" when you've got all this insanity to feed upon!? this humanity, this mad buzz in boundless creativity! and fuck duuude I do nothing else each week but hunt it down to the ends of the earth like a madman (or more accurately the ends of my street, the bus stop and across a city mile because let's face it I'm lazy!) and when I DO find it? I love to pull it apart with pliers, see what makes it tick, document it at great length and ruin it all for everyone.. YEAAAS!! Seriously it's the only reason I'm here maaan, it's the only reason I ever WANT to be here! This music scene, this ridiculous shitstorm of collaborative chaos and carnage and me getting howlingly shitfaced drunk with it, taking countless spastically incriminating photos of it (that'll surely come back to haunt me when I'm stuck providing "witty commentary" for it) pfft.. who could ask for more out of life!? and yet after five fucking years of this? (or maybe even close to half my lifetime since I caught my first live gig) I'm doing JUST THAT? In fact more than ever these past few weeks I'm asking all these stupid questions, I'm searching for stupid reasons and I'm wondering why? and somehow all this shit that used to inspire me at great length is becoming little more than a nine to five day at the office. And short of the fact I'm doing it for free.. it surely pisses all over any other "nine to five" I'd care to make a career of, and I'm STILL stifling a yawn? REALLY!? no, surely I've gone mad! But such is the paradox: seek out inspiration and it will surely seek out the means to destroy it in gross familiarity, and that's where I'm at right now maaan! Stuck in this causality loop, this möbius strip of the increasingly mundane, chasing the same four to five bands through the same four to five venues.. "fuck me I'm a goldfish! LET'S GET DRUNK AT SUPERMILD!" and I need something new, anything to get excited about, I NEED TO BE INSPIRED!! Which obviously is why I'm HERE at Jive tonight for yet another launch party, and oh wow it's for Ride Into The Sun!? excellent! excuse me while I go head butt this wall.. oh no don't worry, it'll be the best night ever, I swear!



So here I am staring at this merch desk, slightly glazed expression.. oh look they've got badges! no really how many freaking launch parties have I covered this year!? discounting international or interstate touring acts of course (and I can't believe I'm actually doing a head count here): five singles, seven EPs and eleven albums!? (although technically two of those EP launches were merely the same one done twice) shit I could've sworn there were more of them.. maybe I slept walked through a few of them without even noticing it? (maybe that's how the numbers on my ipod keep ticking over like a speedometer!?). Seriously every week it's almost routine now: tear clingwrap on CD, rip to itunes, marvel at cover art (where applicable) wonder why they still burn to CD in the first place (it's even funnier when they release on vinyl and you don't have an LP player, so you're just purchasing it for the download code.. fuck damn I'm indie!) and hey look I'm in the liner notes!? awww guys! And no I'm totally NOT taking this for granted I swear.. it's everything I ever dreamt of! And suuure Triple J might not play any of it, not when there's another Art Vs Science to thrash well beyond the point of stupid (and yes it helps if they're already there to begin with) but we're verily living in a golden age.. YES BE EXCITED EVERYBODY!! we're witness to a moment in history here!



And believe me that's one of the main reasons WHY I keep covering all these launch parties too, because right here maaan.. THIS where the Adelaide scene is at its very best! just like the ARIA awards represents the very best of the Australian scene! (yeaaah ok, I see what I did there and I apologise). But seriously (or slightly less sarcastically) this MAY be the 24th freaking launch party I've covered this year (not including international or interstate touring acts) but I swear it only gets better! And then it gets better and better and BETTER till I swear I just can't take it no more and my head explodes from all the hyperbolent grandeur and ridiculous splendour (aaaah remember that 20th Century Graduates launch back in August? I still got one of those toy soldiers.. weeee!) and then a replacement "Spoz" exceedingly less cynical as I will take my place in awestruck wonder (or in other words.. can you half tell I'm writing this shit in November!?). Oh yes! this is THE night Ride Into The Sun releases their long anticipated single "I'm Just Dandy" and this is the venue where it's ALL happening maaan.. or at least once people actually show up for it *cough* what!?



THE AMCATS (***1/2) myspace ::
Which brings us to our opening act, playing to all of twelve people (obviously not including barstaff, security, mixer or me openly mocking them with this statistic right now.. ooops!) but rest assured there'll be least five times that number bopping their heads by the time they're done. And surely we don't need to ask why.. "WHAT, ARE YOU NEW HERE!?". Because The Amcats are an Adelaide institution well beyond the "mental" suffix and me screaming hysterically in a corner in bold type (ooops guess everyone saw that huh?). No they're three years going strong in the Adelaide scene, representing the very BEST in gasoline fueled blues guitar and slamming four to floor "ear candy" not already milked to death by The White Stripes through their first four albums.. and let's face it did anyone really listen to them AFTER they released that wacky "xylophone record"!? pfft.. FUCK NOOO!! THIS IS WHERE IT'S AT BABY!! yup they're a gift that keeps on giving, I truly mean that! And ever since their inception they've been the exact SAME band in delivering it too, they've never waivered in crafting their winning formula: Shane McIntyre "bag of cats fighting a trash compactor" on lead vocals and guitar, Renee Andrighetto "coin operated boom boom heart beat hooked up to a megaphone" on drums. Every song lands its killing blow in exactly the same way, only with a slightly different button mashing combo. Every seven inch vinyl release they put out is better than the last, only I'm pretty sure I'm missing one in a split release with Isle Of Vision from two months ago!? (help a fellow scenester out yo!). But in saying all that, we invariably reveal a "critical design flaw" in their "master plan". Every song they play may be brilliant in its own right (and believe me I totally lose my shit everytime they play "Jang Jang Robot".. woooo!) but combined as a whole they pretty much sound like the SAME song thrashed out in maddenning repetition till your ears bleed out. Or rather like the Adelaide scene equivalent of a Model T Ford: "you can have it in any colour, as long as it's black". Or maybe it's just me as admittedly I've seen them waaay too many times in the past three years now for it NOT to "colour" my judgement.. which may explain why I sound increasingly sarcastic and insane everytime I write about them (aaaah remember when I cribbed an entire paragraph from The White Stripes' wikipedia entry, only to swap the names out!? GOOOD TIMES!!). And as such the one thing that stops me just short of completely losing my shit here? and stringing every expletive together in the one screaming "outburst" so I never have to review them EVER AGAIN!? "HA HA HA YOU CAN ALL GET FUUUCKED!!": short of the fact that they're two of the nicest "mild mannered" cats you could ever care to meet (or the fact that Renee IS all kinds of ridiculously cute behind a drumkit *ahem*) it's by focusing on the "small things", the teeny tiny incremental upgrades that they've added into the mix to keep things fresh; and yes you may need a magnifying glass to spot them too. First off they're dabbling with gang vocals, call and response, or just in getting Renee to sing vocals in general. It's probably just a "confidence" thing on her part for why they've never tried it before: but when they DO in both "When I Wake Up" in the middle of their set, and their last song (simply called "NEW SONG") it adds just that little more spark and vitality to keep things interesting (in fact it's the ONE thing that I'm most eager to hear more of). Shane dabbles with a few instrumental tangents too, working a "Led Zeppelin IV" blues funk in one, and something decidedly "prog rock" in another (and no they weren't one and the same) and just to sweeten the deal they also threw in a mad cover of Canned Heat's "Going Up The Country" in the middle of ninth song "Truck Stop" (I didn't spot it myself, but I don't doubt it blew minds). Yup that's The Amcats. Arguably they're ONE "winning formula" drilled well beyond the point of dementia, but it's that teeny tiny hint of "something new" that keeps me coming back for more.










THE MAGIC BONES (****1/2) myspace ::
Which brings us to our second act, they're from Melbourne, they're totally "brand new and shit" or at least they've only been around for a year (if their myspace is to be believed), this is the first time I've ever seen them live, let alone heard of them.. which if we follow the increasingly "world weary" tone of this piece? pretty much makes them my "new favourite band" because YES I really have become one of those increasingly fickle "scenester blogs" who's only ever interested in bands if you've never heard of them before, or at least I will be until they release an album and sign to a record label at which point I'll totally discarded them for the next one (and here's a link to an mp3, squeeeeee!). Speaking of which, tonight's their single launch, yes that's right: they're throwing a single launch WITHIN a single launch for "Space Between Us", and they're selling 40 limited edition copies at the merch desk. Awesome huh!? *cough* I know.. I find it a little awkward too. Weirder still I'm told they're even launching this shit well in advance of their home territory of Melbourne? "wuh, what!?". Yup granted that may just be a trivial matter of booking this tour well in advance and not knowing exactly when their CD was going to be mixed, mastered, pressed and delivered from the manufacturer. But considering they couldn't just sit on that shit and they decided to "jump the gun" anyways? either makes them super eager to get it out there, stupidly confident that it's going to totally blow our minds like a microwave bag of popcorn, or just really REALLY naive to how the music industry is supposed to work. "HA HA HA Adelaide? seriously!? THIS IS WHERE MUSIC GOES TO DIE!!" (and yes sometimes I admit when I read back on my own shit, even I'M surprised when it comes out sounding like that arsehole doctor from "House"). Still to their infinite credit, it appears that this is a ridiculous gamble they might JUST be able to pull off tonight (to all sixty odd people who are present so far) because believe me, they make one shit hot first impression! (and if you don't? just tune into that song they closed their set with.. FUUUCK!!). Yup this is The Magic Bones. I'll spare you the two to three sentences of me making fun of their name ("Magic Boners" anyone!?) and just skip right ahead to me fumbling a detailed description of why they're awesome. In short they're a cross between 60's garage and 70's psychedelia.. or equal parts Woodstock high meets vicious Altamont comedown (and feel free to look up that second one to understand the "obscure" reference) and it tears a new arsehole out of both like nobody's business! Or to be more precise? picture a witches brew of everything from Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones (circa "Let It Bleed" to "Sticky Fingers") to somewhat more current (but equally retro) shit like Kasabian, The Black Keys, The Black Angels and maybe even Wolfmother (but only if you forget everything they did AFTER their brilliant self titled EP so it doesn't sound like an a-grade insult) and you'd be a little closer to the mark. But what really melts your face off with this band, is the raw musicality of it. They're not just bandwagon jumping hacks, but fuck off assassins at their craft; and they're not short of "showing off" in their own unassuming away either. I mean if they're not cooking up the maddest in lysergic arrangements, or shredding the fuck out of their solos (my face.. in a puddle.. on the floor!) they're also swapping instruments. And yes granted we've seen this swapping schtick COUNTLESS times before, it's almost tiresome watching every dickhead and their dog do it now like it still means something.. "oh whoop-di-fucking-doo! they're playing guitar, now it's bass, now it's drums? CAN'T YOU JUST SETTLE ON ONE AND BE DONE WITH IT ALREADY!?". No what makes it more genuine in this instance, is that they split it right down the middle between Dylan Thorpe and Richard Bowers. The former doing lead vocals and guitar for the first half, only to swap with the latter on drums for the second half, and better yet they totally nail it on both!? Yup and when you combine that with all the gang vocals, the hyperspeed guitar shred from Dylan, Richard and Kiri O'Connor, Michael Hale's chugging bass rhythm, how the drums punch you in the gut over and over like a spastic jackhammer.. and how almost every one of their songs is about The Devil? sheeiiit how could you possibly go wrong!? Yup that's The Magic Bones. You may not know them yet, but give them six months to a year tops? and I'll totally get to say I told you so!















RIDE INTO THE SUN (*****) myspace ::
Which brings us to our headlining act, the same headlining act here to celebrate their illustrious night of nights in launching their single "I'm Just Dandy" tonight (and wait did I mention this is the 24th launch party I've covered this year!? yaaa *cough* aaay!). And from the "conflicted" look on your faces right now? yup I can pretty much assume one of two things here.. either you're thinking: "who the fuck are THESE arseclowns!?" or "awww fuck it's not these arseclowns AGAIN!?". I mean on the one hand they've only been around for little over six months now and they're still quite "new" at it. On the other hand? they've been playing almost every damn week, in every damn venue, opening everything short of a "fridge door", to near abouts chasing you down the street screaming and waving their arms about, till it's next to IMPOSSIBLE to ignore their shit EVEN IF YOU TRIED; and yet try as they might they're still no "Jimmy & The Mirrors, The Touch, The Shiny Brights or The Salvadors" in wall to wall screaming fangirls or high rotation Triple J airplay.. but sometimes that's actually a good thing! I mean granted it HAS taken a while for peeps to appreciate their true "genius", just as it's taken a while for this venue to fill in awestruck attendance tonight, but that's one of the many reasons WHY I dig this band. As much as it amuses me to no end watching their lead singer "I'm Totally Not Arrogant, But.." Anthony Candlish lose his shit wondering out loud WHY they're not famous yet; and fuck it.. I can tell him why too! because what we're dealing with here is a classic "slow cooker" band. One that sneaks up on you when you least suspect it and whallops you senseless like a teeny tiny sledgehammer. Or kinda like what Steering By Stars were back in 2009, Lumonics back in 2008 (or even Fire! Santa Rosa, Fire! back in 2007). The kind of band that wins fans over slowly but keeps them for life. And tonight they're here to remind you ever so subtly (poor misguided fools who chose "who-the-fuck-knows-where!?" for your Saturday night instead) of everything you'll likely be kicking yourself retarded for missing out on in six months time. Yup this is Ride Into The Sun. You're likely well familiar with their shit by now (as I've sure as shit uploaded enough youtubes of them to cover for it) but if not? you totally couldn't have asked for a better "re-introduction" than tonight. All dressed like undertakers, Jim Jarmusch's "Dead Man" screening in the background and with a post apocalyptic "blacker than black" stage lighting and live mix to boot (that made them look and sound like they were 10ft tall, bulletproof and belching columns of black smoke) their extended lineup not only featured Adelaide's ominipresent "uber producer" Matt Hills doing his very best "Neil Young Crazy Horse" impersonation as fill-in guitarist (and it's his last performance with them too) but they also welcomed back original guitarist Luke "Son Of Satan" Mayes (who'd been working in Paris as a photography intern until just last week) which combined with Anthony's "hair of the dog" schizophrenic slide guitar? gave them a near lethal triple assault that could not be denied (I mean it practically made your teeth buzz!). One which in its rich blackening blend reminded me not so much of their signature "psychedelia" (equal parts "Desert Sessions", The Doors and Mazzy Star rolled into one) but more like something downright "intestinal" you'd find lurking in the deepest darkest recesses of Nine Inch Nails "The Fragile". All vitriolic and voluminous (especially in Matt's ever present drone) it filled the room wall to wall like a creeping black fog; which when combined with the "Dead Man" visuals, Jessica Honeychurch on keys weaving about like a coiled cobra, James Thomas stabbing the fuck out of his drumkit like a demented Edwardian Era axe murderer while Adam Vanderwerf on bass "looked the other way"!? resembled what I'd half expect Nick Cave's funeral to look like if he faked his own death and everyone was in on it (except by a gross miscalculation his "body" got cremated anyways, only everyone was IN on that too). I mean seriously duuude, if this shit got any darker tonight? we'd all need guide dogs afterwards, and if we dared spread it on toast it'd totally swallow up our kitchen like a blackhole event horizon!? Yup THAT'S Ride Into The Sun. I totally don't need to mention what they played tonight (they had three new songs "Detach", "Last Red Indian" and "Ring In" if it helps though) I mean with a mad buzz like this? the "details" simply don't matter maaan! For they may've been lurking in shadows now for the longest time waiting for their "moment in the sun", but here tonight? they showed us just how more awesome it would be to thrive in a world without one!
















12:38AM - Now usually for the next hour or so after a wild launch party like that (and I know it didn't sound all that insane in my "five star" writeup.. but believe me duuude IT WAS FREAKING INSANE!!) I'd totally be whooping it up to Ride Into The Sun's night of nights like this shit DOESN'T happen to me every week of the year and I'm totally not stifling a yawn here (who me!? I can't get enough of this shit!) and I'd be drinking everyone under the table laughing, howling at the moon, pissing up the walls.. or in other words I pretty much did all the above LAST week for The Honey Pies album launch (and I totally have the scar tissue on my liver to prove it!). So for the next hour or so I'd usually opt for the "sober" alternative: hiding in the darkest corner of Jive (usually behind the speaker stacks near the DJ booth where nobody can find me), deleting upteen dud photos off my camera in monastic silence, whilst silently wondering who that crapweasel is who keeps throwing lime wedges at me, while the room rapidly packs out to the ceiling (and into the air ducts) for yet ANOTHER whizzbang installment of "Gosh", only to flee screaming to The Ed Castle, where I'll drink myself so deleriously blind I'll forget I'm even AT The Ed Castle (which admittedly is almost always a brilliant plan if ever I had one) and then stumble to Supermild for much of the same, and stop me if you've heard this story upteen times before (coming soon: Spoz's Rant the mad lib!). So for a little something "different" tonight, after a few chance text messages I step out of Jive, get thrown into a passing car and whisked off to somewhere completely different. And by "somewhere completely different"!? ooooh just you wait and see duuude.. this shit's gonna BLOW your mind!



12:42AM - Yup, this is the TPI Association (near the corner of Hutt Street and South Terrace in the south east corner of town) humbling servicing South Australia's "Totally and Permanently Incapacitated" ex-servicemen and women for the past 50 years. Or in words slightly more colourful, it humbly serves: "war veterans who had lived through too much macabre truth and had become irreversibly deranged, those who were too horrifically disfigured to ever be able to show themselves in public again, those who were so profoundly damaged that they could never again participate in those institutions the lives of normal people seem to revolve around" or in other words? wow that sounds waaay to close to describing my "rapidly deteriorating mental state" right now, so much so we should all step away from this web browser nice and slowly, don't make eye contact with it, and run like hell to the "exit signs" before these very words come out of the screen and eat our souls.



And here's the two "lovely individuals" who ferried me here (across the River Styx perhaps?), Warwick "Wokka" Ing and Heidi Ing (and yes the latter is very much freaking the fuck out over the prospect of being stuck in front of my camera lens right now). Their hobbies include: snorkeling, bee keeping, musical theatre, live vivisection, Satanism and full contact competitive Wii.. and short of that last thing listed? (NINTENDO WII!? EGADS THEY'RE SERIAL KILLERS!!) they truly are the nicest people "once you get to know them". So much so it doesn't concern me in the slightest when they speed off in a squeal of car tires laughing, moments after this photo was taken.. hmmm?



12:46AM - For as it turns out.. not only is this place host to the maddest hippest hootenanny happening tonight you never even knew WAS "happening" (only to be reminded in none too subtle terms about it now.. woooo!) but you'll very likely be kicking yourself stupid for missing out on it too, and if not? YOU SHOULD BE!! Yup welcome to "Totally And Permanently Incapacitated" the craziest damn house party of the year: and trust me, if you're not already totally and permanently incapacitated upon arrival? you WILL BE by the time they're done with you.. or at the very least once you get passed the front door, thanks to some exceptionally stringent security measures. And by "exceptionally stringent" I pretty much mean a locked wire screen door, you scratching on it whimpering like a dog for five to ten minutes, until some random pissweasel spots you, and after a little convincing.. "um I'm Spoz, that idiot who writes that blog? let me in damnit!" you'll be ushered in with a smile (and a waived $5 entry fee) into nothing short of paradise on Earth (or at least the ramshackle Adelaide scene equivalent). Yup we're talking a "house party" in a mansion, A FREAKING MANSION PEOPLE!! high ceilings, multiple rooms, most notably this huuuge foyer in the middle leading to a purpose built live stage at the end (easily the size of an "Adelaide Uni Bar" or "Producers Bar" in scope) and populated with a veritable bog roll of pretty much every scene related wunderkind and weirdo you've ever added drunk on Facebook in the past three years, in various stages of blitheringly paralytic having the absolute time of their lives!? Oh yes THIS easily pisses all over anywhere else I could be right now.. HA HA HA DUUUDE DOES IT EVER!! So much so I'd happily see the rest bulldozed into dust just so we could live out here like a doomsday cult!



Now I should point out, this place has long since abandoned its venerable status AS a veteran's home: that was a few years back as much as I'm aware (and it's since been put up for sale) but with that being said it's still far from a vacant lot, and we're hardly squatters, vagrants or vandals in occupying it either.. OOOOH FUCK NO!! The organisers tonight have gone to great lengths to ensure that this place feels right at home.. or more specifically if your idea of "home" is a smelly share household fuck full of chronically unemployed, arts students, musicians, hospitality staffers and drug dealers (and shit duuude who DOESN'T want to live in a swinging joint like that?) only on a much MUCH larger scale. For instance? all throughout you'll find the walls festooned in wide array of these bright, colourful and quirky paintings, tapestries and illuminated art installations: which at the very least should provide a nifty "visual cue" to notify you when your acid trip has kicked in.




(I believe some of these were handpicked especially from the "Guggenheim" section of Crime Converters in Torrensville too: you can't miss them next to all the fixed gear bikes and musical instruments stolen from The Ed Castle on a Saturday night, the colours.. so whimsical, so playful!).



Or this resplendent "smokers lounge" in the atrium outside. And yes it might have been hideously cramped, smelly, and so utterly pitch black you couldn't hope to see anything or anyone around you any further than five inches from your face; but it more than made up for it in people to trade all manner of cancerous paraphernalia with. In fact out of all the luxurious locales on offer here tonight? THIS ONE easily proved to be the most popular of all; and it's not hard to see why either!



And how could you possibly pass up the "gorilla groove emporium" walking in? well actually it was all easy to (it was hidden behind closed doors marked "band members only" and everything). But if ever you did poke your head in here? you would've been greated by a dedicated crew of eclectic creatives having an absolute mad jam. Watch as one guy on an acoustic does a duet with another on clarinet, while a third: a wizened blues traveller in his late 40's to early 50's, sporting a case filled with anywhere upto eight mouth organs (each set to different keys) considers his shining moment to make it a trio? Yup right here is where TRUE genius was born again lemme tell you!



And foosball? did someone say foosball!? OOOOH FUCK YEAAAH!!



And here's the "once in a lifetime" event all this insanity was in aid of? as much as it was simply an art for art's sake kinda shindig (and all the better for it) and are those goldfish on the poster there? sensational! I mean how could you NOT attend the exploding fuck out of a party like this!?



12:56AM - And here's the ONE diabolical mastermind we have to thank for all this (or at least just ONE of a team of co-conspirators who agreed to have all these ridiculous photos taken of them just now). Yup you may recognise him as Tom Capogreco: violinist for Todd Sibbin & The Opposite Ends, Oh My Guard! (or various solo and collaborative ventures in between) as much as you wonder out loud just how in the FUCK he managed to scam all this shit together in the first place!? Personally I never quite got to the bottom of it (or more accurately I never bothered to ask) but at the very least I heard all manner of wild rumours claiming he either owned the building, his uncle owned it, they were both subletting it from TPI Association to host the occassional "Boer War reenactments" using nothing but vast quantities of compacted dirt, department store mannequins and high powered explosives (and if it helps, it's not like we're anywhere near any residentials here to "file complaints") but at the very least for pulling off THE maddest house party of the year? (with the possible exception of Oktoberweenerfest three weeks ago) duuude.. what a freaking legend!





And yes I realise we could've just used the one photo here and discarded the rest, but pfft.. if an opportunity as stupid as this presented itself and you had a camera on you, what would YOU DO!?



12:58AM - Of course I'm still only barely scratching the surface here.. as much as I spent the first half hour or so upon arrival yammering spastically bug-eyed at the mad spectacle of it all (and how could you NOT!?) and better yet almost all of it, and I mean pretty much EVERYTHING you see here before you came together at the very last minute!? YOU BETCHA!! And you couldn't have organised it better even if you actually tried weeks in advance. For instance Dan Varricchio: sound engineer for The Exeter and guitarist from Like Leaves, only got the PA system setup at 2PM today. Josh Calligeros, guitarist from Sincerely, Grizzly only dragged in all the furniture (mostly $11 couches he scored from the auction store where he works) to furnish this place at around 5PM. And the projection screen visuals? that only got setup around 7-8PM just in time for the first bands to arrive around 9PM. I know riiight!? but sometimes, "happy accidents" like this really DO happen!



And here's all the mad apparatus in charge of working the PA puppet strings: including the DJ decks off to the distance (don't mind the beer bottles), where they'll be spinning tunes almost as long in between the bands as the bands themselves will be spending on stage (as admittedly they did experience a few teeny tiny hiccups in "streamlining" the changeovers tonight). Of particular note also is their oldskool VHS machine hooked up to the projector screen (and filtered through a series of psychedelic post processing) with a whimsical selection of cult sci-fi features to feed it. Granted in all the time I was there they mostly just screened the final scenes of 2001: A Space Odyssey fast forwarded and rewound in a loop, but it may amuse you to know that they also had "Plan 9 From Outer Space". No really, let's all just take a moment to appreciate the fuck out of how AWESOME that would've been. And if they had 70's Sesame Street too? I swear we'd never leave!



Better yet they even had a laptop fed through the desk here recording everything into Logic Pro. So who knows, maybe there'll be some kinda whizzbang live compilation available anywhere from now to a few days/weeks/months time? and if so could someone hook me up with a copy of that!?



But what REALLY took the "cake", dipped it in a fuckload of chocolate frosted awesome and put a glazed cherry on it so big not only would it blot out the sun for whole seasons at a time but it would possess it's very own teeny tiny orbiting "cherry" satellite system (hmmm wait.. is that too much hyperbole?) was something as downright simple as THIS persian rug placed in front of stage here.



So simple an idea in fact it shocks me to think that no other live venue in Adelaide has ever thought to do this shit before.. "no seriously, A PERSIAN RUG IN FRONT OF THE STAGE!? FUUUCK OFF!!" save maybe for all the piss, vomit and "miscellaneous" stains it'd likely attract in droves like seagull shit to a statue (let alone all the jagged glass fragments) but pfft.. does it really look like I give a flying fuck about any of that crap right now? HELL NO!! right here duuude, we got it made!



1:34AM - As such it'd clearly be an affront to the free wheeling "spirit" here to even think of reviewing any of the live bands in following (yes there were live bands.. OF COURSE THERE WERE LIVE BANDS) as much as they were half the reason for why I was here in the first place (the other was simply a once-in-a-blue-moon keyword combination of "party", "mansion" and "in the Adelaide CBD".. SHIT YEAAAH!!) as much as three of the five bands had already played earlier tonight and I should've been featuring them at length if it weren't for me covering some silly "launch party" at Jive instead. Namely Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity, Doe and Strega & Sparksitter (I mean shit duuude, how could you NOT blog the fuck out of an illustrious lineup like that!?). But obviously I don't want to leave you completely empty handed, so while we zone out on the persian here with mile wide grins? here's a little video of act four Steering By Stars performing their song "Magnets".



2:02AM - And moments after their set here I am enjoying my first frosty beer of the night, courtesy of Mathias Northway from Two Suns (duuude you're a freaking champion!) and yeaaah I should probably have mentioned this before aye? but yes this rather neatly illustrates the only teeny tiny "drawback" to this party: it was a strictly BYO affair. Being at a launch party at Jive of course I didn't think to secure any of that shit in advance (as to be honest I wasn't too sure if I was even gonna make it here on time without missing out on all the action) and all the bottle shops had already closed well over an hour ago (including any pub takeaways), but it also made THIS beer taste all the sweeter for it. I also should give due props of gratitude to one "Kream Kracker" (aka: "Totally Not Seth Rogen") for passing me a swig of his Baileys' bottle, just as it may be worth mentioning that they had plenty of free water and cups in the kitchen to compensate. All things considered though with everything else shit awesome at this party? it wasn't even an issue.



2:08AM - Obviously I couldn't keep a party like this secret, it was too damn awesome (even if it was BYO) as much as I was acutely aware I needed to exercise a certain level of "restraint" in WHO I told too (I wouldn't fuck up the easy going vibe that had going here). So with that in mind I let word slip to a few members of Ride Into The Sun (mentioning it'd make an ideal "after party"). Only most of them couldn't make it, so they forwarded the invite to The Magic Bones and some of them arrived just a few short minutes ago. But the most amusing outcome of all this would be have to Matt Hills. Arriving fresh from mixing at Jive tonight and playing with Ride Into The Sun, he was looking forward to soaking up the persian like the rest of us, only to be roped into mixing duties at the very last minute (as TPI's resident house mixer Dan Varricchio was due to play in headlining act Like Leaves, leaving the position glaringly vacant) only for me to spot him moments later, trudging about the stage, shoulders slumped going "oh maaan.. why did I ever agree to this Spoz? WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DOOO!?". So just to rub salt in his wound, I figured I'd take THIS whimsical photo of him bumbling behind the desk just now, whilst laughing my arse off, while he tried making heads or tails of their shitcrazy setup. To his infinite credit however? it didn't take long until he polished this "proverbial turd" so damn shiny you'd swear it was a freaking Kit Kat.



2:54AM - Which brings us to Like Leaves. And just like Steering By Stars before them this isn't me writing a review on them, I didn't keep any notes to piece one together, in fact I barely even remember the setlist, but at a stretch? it might've been something like: "Sword Fight", "Dancing On Glass", "Fruit", "Like Leaves" (a new song), maybe some other song (fuck I dunno?) and then "Bazooka". And as much as I would've loved to record the living shit out that last one (because yes I've said this countless times before but "Bazooka" truly is like witnessing the very birth, life and death of the entire universe unfold before you in the one head explodingly epic eight to nine minutes) but at the very least I DID capture their new song "Like Leaves" for your enjoyment. And as for the rest? Yup I guess you just had to be here.. because YES you missed one helluva show!



3:22AM - With the Like Leaves done for the night and the last of our live entertainment along with it, I was in no hurry to leave.. sheeiiit I don't think anyone else was either (especially those passed out on couches around me). For right here maaan I'd truly found what I'd been missing out on all these weeks, maybe even months now! And no I don't mean a mad dose of Vitamin D, a decent night's eight hour rest and a longterm career aspiration that doesn't lead to liver failure and total financial ruin. Nope all it took was a little something out of the usual, the ordinary, the all too predictable "well worn" path from Jive to The Ed Castle to Supermild to light a fire in me again. Or at the very least light a brain fart or two in giving me due reason for why I write all this nonsense in the first place. But then, before I could get too comfortable in soaking up this newfound nirvana like a battery charger from red light to green? my phone starts buzzing off the hook beckoning me to my "inevitable", post haste. And so with a long sigh, I drag myself out that door to meet it.



3:32AM - No prizes for guessing where I was headining next (at the very least I was waaay too sober NOT to feel the gravitational pull of the Coopers long neck and the one places that sells them) there was just the matter of HOW I was going to get there. Hmmm. I briefly entertained the notion of walking, then a taxi, then how far I'd need to walk to catch said taxi.. only for Matt Hills to offer me a lift instead. So in return, for no good reason only than we found it amusing at the time, I got him to stand next to this "For Sale" sign outside of TPI. According to some random "font of knowledge" who started up a conversation with me on the bus into town tonight (weirder still because he recognised me from this blog?) it's been for sale now at least for the past three years. Current asking price is $2.5 million, only that may've passed as "expressions of interest" closed on July 9th, and yet it's STILL for sale, so fuck it.. if you and enough of your fuck up friends want to chip in some loose change? who knows what insanity you could unleash in the future!?



3:41AM - Aaaah Supermild: the place where all my punchlines go to die! Why do I not grow sick of you? why do I not tire of you? why do I continue to write all this aimless gibberish every time, standing outside like an idiot, like a schmuck, when everything you have to offer me is INSIDE!? (and yes there's no point in answering any of that now, because we all know they're rhetorical).



4:12AM - Walking in tonight I'm clearly waaay too sober for ANY of this shit (and waaay too stubborn to go home just yet). So in effort to placate both sentiments: I order up a long neck of sparkling, retire to the quiet corner of the bar to sort through my photos in the one place I hope no one would ever hope to find me (not at all ironic considering I'm trying to hide in the one basement bar where EVERYONE who ever reads my blog will know where to find me) and it's just as well I did too.. as moments after draining that long neck and putting my camera in order I bump into these two colourful nitwits. Joe on the right there has already been declared dead hours ago after a solid night's black and blue imbibement (and likely "intestinal inversion" to follow on the footpath outside). Whilst Simone on the left seems to be exhibiting the whimsical side effects of nagging ear infection, Codral cold and flu tablets and vodka rasberry. If it helps however? I believe most of what we're seeing here can explained by the fact they're both getting married in two weeks time and they've spent a large part of the past three weeks trying to organise it. Awesome huh?



4:24AM - And then moments later after regaining my "senses" from all the blind panic, the shrieking and the flailing that lead me to find my frantic escape to the beergarden (yeaaah no real reason) I bump into Lucy (just try and guess which one.. AND I BET YOU'LL BE PLEASANTLY SURPRISED!!) who sensing the rising panic herself, opts to hide herself behind her hands here rather than face it. Which is not only a brilliant survival tactic in itself, but it also acts to arms her to the "teeth", or more specifically the digits in defending herself, with the most unnecessarily vicious yet delicately feminine of knuckle dusters. No really! I'm told on good authority if ever she lets loose on you in "hand to hand" it's rather like being gently caressed by a blue ring octopus while your face gets buzzed by an orbital sander. All things considered? wouldn't be a bad way to go..



4:30AM - And speaking of "worse things could happen to you", no sooner did I think it safe to return inside: as I might have heard word that somebody, or perhaps two somebodies may have finally caught that taxi home (and maybe I can relax the grip on that fire extinguisher I've been brandishing *phew*) I bump into these two. I don't know their names per se, only that I recognise the one on the right as one of Sincerely, Grizzly's shitcrazy entourage (ie: dude totally NOT in a bear suit in this photo from their EP launch) but regardless it was a chance meeting that needed documenting in this blog (at least according to them) to celebrate the outrageous "good fortune" of the dude on the left there.. I mean I don't quite get why I'm posting it either, but yay for them!



4:33AM - And another sure sign I'm nowhere near drunk enough for Supermild tonight no matter how fast I try and catch up? (but sometimes the universe will totally give you a freebie to speed you along your way!?), is when some random girl passes me THIS near the dancefloor and says "Spoz! thank fuck.. can you drink this? I can't finish the rest!" before heading out the door. Awesome huh!? And yes I know what you're thinking in following, but (a) after a few teeny tiny cautious sips I AM pretty sure it WAS sparkling she handed me and not something a few degrees warmer *ahem* and (b) by the looks of the label here she must have had the "BEST" night ever.



4:34AM - Which I think we can all agree is what I had the minute I bumped into these two fantastic individuals fanging it out in the beer garden. Inspiration? OH WE GOT PLENTY TONIGHT!!



Yup sometimes I just don't know what to make of all this, like seriously take your pick: I've got a laundry list of loonies throwing launch parties keeping me awake at all hours of the day and night now making the ridiculous routine till they're both utterly indistinguishable. I'm making chaos and carnage commonplace, poking the eye of that shitstorm every week for five years strong hoping it'll still make me blink.. WHOAAA!! Back teeth gargling to a human zoo where everyone starts to looks like me (or is it vice versa?) rattling these bars forgetting what side of the cage I'm on: am I outside or inside? how is this supposed to work again!? shit! can I still be sane when everyone else is crazy? are we one and the same now and infinitely interchangeable? and all the while I'm still looking for what will make it different? that mad inspiration to ultimately define it? inspiration? INSPIRATION!? HA HA HA duuude I've got it all wrong! I don't need to look now it's everywhere, I'm cursed with it! and tonight is living proof of it! as sure as I'm a lobster boiling in a pot increasingly blind to it. So fuck looking, it knows where to find me.. all I gotta do now is remember I enjoy it!

Previously on Spoz's Rant: My Disco + Robotosaurus + Doe

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