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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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:: DONNARUMMA
(EP Launch) with
THE LUKE LOUIE TRIO
:: ARCHERS
(Farewell Show) with
WEST THEBARTON,
BATTLEHOUNDS and
SINCERELY, GRIZZLY
:: SINCERELY, GRIZZLY
(Single Launch) with
SLOWLY SLOWLY,
and APPARITION
:: ATTONBITUS
(Single Launch)
with FILTHY LUCRE,
MOONHUNTER
and TYMPANO
:: ALANA JAGT &
THE MONOTREMES
(Single Launch) with
AARON THOMAS TRIO
and RYAN MARTIN JOHN
:: 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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:: Fringe Festival 2012
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:: Fringe Festival 2013
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6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
11 | 12 | 13 | 14
:: Fringe Festival 2015
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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 :: 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 :: ALITHIA :: ALL FLIGHT CREW ARE DEAD :: ALL MADE OF RUBIES :: ALL NIGHT GIRLS :: ALMA KALORAMA :: ALPEN :: ALPHA BETA FOX :: ALPHABETTE :: ALPINE :: ALUKA :: AMBUSH MARKETING :: THE AMCATS :: AMUNDSENS FLAG :: ANDREW HIGGS & THE SAND CASTLE HARUM :: 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 :: 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 :: THE BITTER DARLINGS :: BITTER SWEET KICKS :: BJORK :: BLACK GOLD :: BLACK LIPS :: BLACKCHORDS :: THE BLACK AND WHITE :: BLACK CORAL :: THE BLACK DOVES :: BLACK KNIGHT :: BLAKE SABAN 3 :: BLAST RHOMBUS :: 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 :: THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE :: BRENDAWG & THE DROID :: 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 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 :: 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 :: 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 :: DZ :: DZ DEATHRAYS :: EAST END VILLAINS :: ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN :: ECHO & THE EMPRESS :: EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING :: EGYPT :: THE EL CAMINOS :: ELECTRIC WIDOWS :: THE ELEVENTH HOUR :: THE E.L.F. :: EL-P :: ELECTRIC EXILES :: ELEPHANT :: ELLEN KIBBLE :: ELVIS :: EMDEE :: EMERGENCY RULE :: EMILY DAVIS :: 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 :: FLEUR GREEN :: FKA TWIGS :: THE FLEEING MINDS :: THE FLOORS :: FLORENCE & THE MACHINE :: FLUME :: 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 :: 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 :: 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 :: 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 :: 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! YOU REVOLUTIONARY :: JUNGLE CITY :: JUNGLEMIRE :: JUPITER :: JUPITER (DUO) :: JUPITER LEAD :: KAB SAVVY :: KAHL WALLIS :: KAMIKAZE :: KAMIKAZE TRIO :: KANGAROO SKULL :: KARL MELVIN :: KASABIAN :: KASAVETT :: KATE VIGO & THE UNDERGROUND ORCHESTRA :: KAURNA CRONIN :: KAZKARIV :: THE KEEPSAKES :: KELLIE LLOYD :: KELLY MENHENNETT :: KELSHY :: THE KEMP BROTHERS :: KHAN :: KID SAM :: KIDS IN CULTS :: KIDS WITH TEETH :: KIKUYU :: THE KILL DEVIL HILLS :: KILLER BIRDS :: THE KILLBOT FACTORY :: THE KILLGIRLS :: KING DADDY :: KING GIZZARD & THE LIZARD WIZARD :: KING KRILL :: KING KRULE :: KING OF THE NORTH :: KINGSTON DOWNES :: KINGSWOOD :: KINS :: KIRK SPECIAL :: KIRK WATT :: KITCHEN WITCH :: KITTEN KONG :: KITTYHAWK :: KOI CHILD :: KORAL :: KORAL & THE GOODBYE HORSES :: KRIS WANDERS :: KRISTINA MILTIADOU :: KURT VILE :: KYLIE BRICE TRIO :: KYRI :: KYTES OF OMAR :: LA FEMME LE FEVER :: LADY GUNG-HO & THE ANGELS OF STRANGELOVE :: LADY STRANGELOVE :: THE LADYBEATLES :: LADYHAWKE :: LAHARA :: LANCE LAZER & TALIBAND :: LARSEN :: LAST DAYS OF KALI :: LAST DINOSAURS :: THE LAST SUPPER :: LATE NIGHT MATINEE :: LATER THAT NIGHT :: LAURA HILL :: LAURA IMBRUGLIA :: LAW & DISORDER :: LAZARO'S DOG :: LC3'S :: LEADER CHEETAH :: LEFT :: LEGENDS OF MOTORSPORT :: LEIGHSTARDUST :: THE LEITMOTIF :: LEITMOTIV LIMBO :: LE GATEAU CHOCOLAT :: LEMURIAN :: LENIN MCCARTHY :: LEO :: LEAPING FELIX :: LES SAVY FAV :: THE LEVITATORS :: LIFE IN LETTERS :: LIGHTS :: LIKE KITES :: LIKE LEAVES :: LIL VALENTINE :: LILY MOJITO :: LILLY SIM :: LILLYS RADIO :: LINE HONOURS :: LIPSMACK :: LITTLE BRIDGET :: LITTLE CAPTAIN :: LITTLE DRAGON :: LITTLE DUST :: LITTLE ICE AGE :: LITTLE PRINCE :: LITTLE TWO EYES :: THE LIZARDS :: LO! 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:: Friday, May 06, 2011

CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL "DISTANCE"
ALBUM LAUNCH @ JIVE / Saturday April 30th 2011

I know I've said it a LOT before (as in constantly throughout 2009 to 2010 like a whiny little bitch?) but it's a tough job writing this blog... duuude IT IS FUCKING BRUTAL!! And I'm not just saying this like I want to elicit any kind of "sympathy" or anything, pfft... what are you kidding me!? suuure I bitch, sure I complain, I AM human afterall! and maaan we totally suck at the whole "being content with our lot in lives" schtick (especially when we're the ones choosing it!). But no I'm well aware this is the BEST DAMN (scraping just below the poverty line laughable excuse for a) "job" I've ever had, duuude I freaking LOVE THIS!! but it IS a job, and I mustn't forget, and I have my responsibilities: to the Adelaide scene, to my readership, to my sponsors, in providing the absolute bare minimum in "journalistic ability"... and yeaaah the long-winded point I'm trying to make is that I'm reminded of this shit everytime I dare take on Jive. Jive: the Soup Nazi, Jive: the almighty, the all imposing, the great big red and blue spastic "lego" monolith on Hindley that makes me pee myself ever so slightly in fear everytime I dare approach it, because I just know they might ban me for life if I but sneeze or step ONE toenail of a foot wrong (who me!? HA HA HA that's preposterous!), THEY make what I do feel like a "job". No more than that, they make me want to do so much better at my job. They make me want to do them all proud maaan! So that one day... ONE DAY!! their frowny face proprieter and fearless leader for life (yup she might be tiny and mostly made of flannel BUT SHE VERILY HAS A WILL OF IRON!!) might give me just the slightest hint of a smirk or a "smile": like when they sell out to capacity on a Saturday night and she has to post a sign outside two weeks in advance, because it truly takes nothing LESS!! and I'll know that I've succeeded at last in winning their begrudging approval... OH YES!! for in my stupidly comprehensive coverage of Cheer Advisory Council and their album launch tonight, I'm gonna be all that I can be maaan! like the US Military, like NASA, like Chuck FUCKING Norris! for I have a job to do AND I'M DAMN WELL GONNA DO IT!!



Or yeaaah maybe I'll just fuck it up... WHY? weeell maybe it might have something to do with just how hilariously "braindamaged" I got two nights previous to this. You see, as you may've noticed: I don't necessarily write up every single blog I publish now, as personally I don't see the point in it, as let's face it we've already read that story a billion times before haven't we? "Spoz sees bands, Spoz gets drunk, HILARITY ENSUES!!". But in doing so you may've missed out on a few teeny tiny details all my photo blogs didn't necessarily express in full: namely just how sleep deprived I was from Wednesday night (writing up a previous blog well into the morning) before hitting The Grace Emily on Thursday night, just how stoned I got in following (and yes that might explain that weird flower shot I got at the end) just how drunk I got on Friday night to get over the "herbal" hangover (oh maaan that shit was brutal!), and how all three have combined in my head here TONIGHT in a none too-unpleasant (but not entirely functional) way, or rather like a breezy "neopolitan" in brain dysfunction (and yes I got that from seeing "Get Him To The Greek" on Tuesday, hell of a film!). And as for what any of this shit has got to do with me being able to maintain a "professional front" here at Jive tonight? or at least until such a moment just after the headlining act leaves the stage (whether willingly or a gunpoint moments before "Gosh" starts at 11:30PM on the dot) when I flee the fuck out of here still sober and of sound mind and get drunk at The Ed Castle (as Jive tends to make me waaay too paranoid to even consider that shit when I'm still "on the clock") or for that matter what any of that has got to do with THIS photo here!? yeaaah not a hell of a lot, only that (a) I simply felt like sharing, and (b) it truly IS a lovely shade of lavender isn't it? yup that'd be mixer Matt Hills' favourite lighting scheme and it's not always the easiest to shoot under but it has such a wondrous calming effect doesn't it!? awww shit maybe this "job" won't be so tough afterall!



DANVERS & GHOST KNIFE (****) - And speaking of shit that's about as far removed from this being a legitimate career as you can possibly get; so much so I'm forever taking the piss out of it every chance I get EXCEPT when I'm at Jive *cough* "no, no, I'm here on official business! OFFICIAL BUSINESS!! I'm Adelaide's #1 live music journalist, I swear!" (cue canned laughter) along comes our opening act. And yes that is my pissy attempt at a segue (patent pending) because in all the times I've ever dealt with Danvers & Ghost Knife: their singer Dave Williams (also guitarist for Fire! Santa Rosa, Fire!, but likely you already know that shit) ALWAYS bugs me for a "five star review". And I don't mean he's simply hoping I'll give him one out of the kindness of my own heart (BWAAAHAHaHahAHAhahA *ahem*) he's so damn cocksure in this shit he actually considers it a done deal; even so far as repeating it like a mantra whenever he sees me: "five stars Spoz, FIVE STARS!!". Now it beats me why he would put such stock and repeat emphasis on this happening? especially considering it's a "five star review" from a retardarse blog like mine: the same that gave Vanilla FUCKING Ice a "five star review" back in 2008 (well shit duuude wouldn't you? that crap was freaking hiiilarious!) and made his other fartarse excuse for a band reigning champion in my "hall of fame" with no less than four of them (yes that's even MORE than Tony Font Show). Just as no amount of him trying to elicit a Pavlovian response from me is gonna work in his favour either, in fact quite the contrary (just ask Anthony Candlish from Kytes Of Omar/Ride Into The Sun bugging me all throughout 2008-2010 for a five point landing... WEEEEE!! oh wait, ooops!) because what the hell IS this shit? an ongoing joke at everyone's expense!? EXACTLY!! (no really, am I gonna get to the actual review at some point or what?). But if nothing else all this beaming confidence shows that Dave Williams and his cohorts Sam Stearne and Rory O'Connor are infinitely proud of their handiwork as Danvers & Ghost Knife. And as much as I'm only giving them a "four star review" on this occassion? (clearly just to fuck with them, but for other more intangible "graded on a curve in comparison to our headlining act" reasons too) I'm very much liable to agree. Make no mistake this band is a solid performer, their shit is winning as fuck. If you dig Radiohead, Grizzly Bear, The Black Keys, fuck it... if ever you could imagine a miracle combination of ALL three in the one shit hot (totally not a vanity side project) band? YOU'LL LOVE THE WHOOPING SHIT OUT OF THIS BAND. But I've already stated that in previous reviews (or at least the first one I wrote) right down to the shit-bored expressions of both Sam and Rory while Dave goes on all his neandering solo tangents (which never stops being entertaining, especially when Sam flips me the bird during my filming of "Smokey" tonight thinking I can't see it) and it's very much more of the same here tonight. But what IS worth meritorious mention is a cover they perform of Radiohead's "All I Need" near the end of their set: and far from being 100% faithful to the source? it goes on all these whimsically sparse and colourful blues tangents instead. So as much as I'll continue to taunt them with deducting half points everytime Dave requests a mad "hall of famer"? Danvers & Ghost Knife definitely have their own thing cooking, better yet they're currently recording an EP full of it (with Mike Radz from Aviator Lane/Glisk) and if it's anywhere near as good as THIS live? you're SO gonna dig the shit out of it!













STEERING BY STARS (****1/2) - With my mind now set at ease by Matt's soothing stage lighting (like a frontal lobe laxative it is!) and Danvers & Ghost Knife's jokey demeanor in opening: where too much bullshit banter from singer Dave between songs ain't nearly enough (hmmm wait, so I'm somehow implying that this supposed "laxative" effect is universal then!? AWESOME!!) it's now upto our second act to considerably ramp up the nail biting apprehension. Firstly in dropping the lighting to a more malevolent "midnight glow" (bitch to photograph maybe, but even I admit it adds immeasurably to the mood) but foremost in the truly haunting performance that follows. Now obviously most of THIS needs no introduction, or elaboration to anyone who's been reading Spoz's Rant since they formed in late 2008: everyone and I mean EVERYONE should be well familiar with Steering By Stars and what they do, especially after they released their debut album mid last year; and yes if you're into that whole cardigan clad "post rock" introspective shit and you're NOT already sacrificing goats to a pulpit in their name... YOU'RE TOTALLY MISSING OUT!! (vegan friendly goats made out of tofu too I might add, I mean let's not go nuts!). But it's also been a while since we've seen them live, not since mid January by my reckoning: when they supported Like Leaves for their album launch at Jive (or just this Thursday night if you caught that Aa/Rat Vs Possum/Rites Wild EP launch triple feature at Format). And in the interim they've been working up demos for a second album and as far as guitarist Rory O'Connor and bassist Adrian Reveruzzi are concerned? growing exceptionally dense "bushranger" beards (but alas: the former has just recently trimmed his back, perhaps in effort NOT to make lead singer Lachlan Wilson insanely jealous... I mean seriously that cat can't even crap out a single chin whisker!). And tonight they're here to present some of these fruits of their labour... the songs, not necessarily the facial hair. And for the most part the three new ones on offer: "Collisions", "Tracer" and "Collector" don't differ all that much from the old stuff (as much as I mad dig the gunning bass attack of the latter) although this ain't really a bad thing, because hey... if you're onto a winning formula, why fuck with it? No what's more noticeable here is how much more "seamless" they are in the overall peformance. Between old and new (and classics like "Closer" still bring chills) there's nary a hiccup, a crack, and for the first time playing at Jive not even a faulty lead in one of Lachlan's upteen billion effects pedals to cause mischief, in breaking character from their carefully crafted "odyssey in introspection", and this perhaps leads to my only criticism here... it's almost TOO perfect now, too flawless in reigning in the eccentricities, and with Lachlan's knack for drowning out all his lyrical musings (yes there are ACTUAL lyrics) under a sea of undecipherable filters, building walls upon walls around them like an onion? dangerously close to being neurotic and downright claustrophobic. Or yeaaah... perhaps it's just me: as I readily admit to get most of their photos in focus tonight I may've had to hold my breathe for a minute at a time, and with the music adding to that? it was rather akin to drowning, *PHEW*. Yup if nothing else THAT is how overwhelming a masterpiece Steering By Stars are in performing live now. And perhaps (as someone pointed out to me tonight) they could take a leaf out of that paired back "acoustic" song they did for 6 On The St recently in moving forward. For as brilliant as they are at being all dark and densely wound? it's in their contrasts that makes them resonate all the richer.












CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL (*****) - Which by an all too fitting "operatic prelude" brings us to our headlining act, here to launch their album; and no less dramatic in their own right (in fact they're practically a Greek chorus in making us feel every ounce as if it were a tonne of this very auspicious occassion). And quite like Steering By Stars before them? yup they're a band that needs NO introduction from me. And not necessarily for the band themselves: as they've featured sparingly at best in my blog since forming sometime late in 2008; or at least as much as I'M dimly aware (half their luck I say... all things considered!). Nope it's more for their infamous lead singer: the same I've almost always use as a punchline in search of an ongoing in-joke (pfft... what? he's Adelaide's answer to Frasier Crane with a beard and glasses: he's a comedy freaking goldmine!) yup we're talking THE newborn giraffe himself, E.T. The Extraterrestrial with a spastic afro, the one and only Ben Revi... YEAAAS!! In saying that however I'll save him most my pisstakes in following (as much as I've dished up the best of it already in my introduction... OOOPS!!) as much as I like to think in my own misguided way that this is me celebrating the richness of his (cartoon) character (seriously the Adelaide scene just wouldn't be the same without him! *sniff*) and instead focus on the ridiculously overtalented ensemble he's collected in forming this band, the same band who are launching their album tonight: Cheer Advisory Council. Now in times past watching them perform live, I may've jokingly referred to them as "The Ben Revi Clusterfuck Orchestra". Because yes they have been an absolute nightmare to keep track of (and then some!), as short of Ben Revi on lead vocals and guitar and Carly Whittaker on backup vocals? all seven members of this band are avid multi-instrumentalists, and by "avid" I mean it's beyond the point of ridiculous watching them swap their shit about in almost EVERY SINGLE SONG. So short of me listing them in order of appearance (and left to right): Ben, Carly, Adam Osborn, Neil Clark, Emily Heylen, Brendan Moyse and Carly Norman, I won't tell you WHAT they play exactly (no really... just you try following it in the photos!) because yes they pretty much play everything AT THE SAME TIME (I mean ferfucksake duuude they even have a bassoon!). But as much as they have been a clusterfuck in the past? I will say they've come together beautifully in presenting it here tonight. Yup dressed in their "Sunday school" finest (or perhaps they're an army of Jehovah's Witnesses come to annihilate us all!? FUUUCK!!) they've at last become so much greater than the sum of their parts, and they're delivering nothing short of a seamless symphony in its artful ensemble. Mixed flawlessly by mixer Matt Hills (the same who produced their album... I mean shit, who else!?), stage lighting dimmed to give us an intimate "candlelight" feel, an old timey wimey B&W film playing in the background to set the scene (and no I wouldn't have a clue WHAT it is but if I were to bullshit a guess I'd wager it'd be one with Cary Grant in it, maybe "His Girl Friday"? eh? EH? aaaah who the fuck knows!?) and performing their entire album for us from beginning to end in order, what's most striking: isn't just how well they've orchestrated it, fiddling it like a proverbial Stradivarius; but just how emotionally overpowering it is in impact... and in the most beautifully understated and refined way too. Hopelessly romantic and melodramatic (and clearly influenced by the likes of The National) it draws you inextricably into its turbulent tapestry: like the male equivalent of a Jane Austin novel gone horribly Charles Dickens, and just as deeply interpersonal, political, and utterly a-grade melancholic (like a heart crushed in a velvet vice) wallowing in its bittersweet sorrow. I mean granted to a beer belching troglodyte like myself? a LOT of this simply flies waaay over my head. Not the feelings necessarily, they're clear as day... but definitely in the way that they express it with such orchestral aplomb. It's music made somber, serious, austere and achingly intense; music for old souls, studied postgraduates and war veteran geriatrics to cry into their brandies with wry smiles; music you can't help but respect the fuck out of, as much as many of its intricate layers will be lost on you like a Shakespearean play minus the CliffNotes: THAT is what Cheer Advisory Council gave us tonight. FUUUCK I know riiight! they clearly blew our minds and wrenched every last drop of it on stage tonight. But at the very least we can walk away with an album that'll totally make sense of it all after a lifetime of study.




















But of course in writing all that glorious "five star" wank in reviewing their set tonight (oh and it was worth all FIVE of those "stars" too!) I might have left out a few "teeny tiny", you might even say "vital" details. And I don't mean all the inner intricacies of their live performance, pfft... no really? why do we need to know all THAT shit!? when we can just go to their bandcamp where their album can be streamed in full, because yup I was there duuude and believe me it was JUST LIKE THAT: nary a note out of place! (and a thing of sublime and sophisticated beauty it was too!). Oh and do we need mention how band member Neil Clark swapped to bass, drums, vocals and back again with dizzying, wildly unprectable regularity (along with almost every other member of the band?) yeaaah probably not. Ditto the veritable "firing squad" of amateur photogs forming a line out front and feverishly shooting every which angle in documenting the occassion, or even that this album was two whole years in the making and that THIS might be the last time we'll ever see this full lineup performing it live (or at least if rumours are to be believed), no that's just a harsh reality of the Adelaide scene we need not be reminded of. It's more the subtle sense of humour that this band possesses. And you don't necessarily get it in the music: it's as somber and stately an affair you could ever imagine outside of a wake, over a few too many glasses of wine wondering "where it all went wrong" (like maybe when you told her you've spent the past 10 years completing a post doctorate on the Crimean War, you're now dead broke, you're living with your grandparents and an incontenent cocker spaniel named "Geoffrey"... and she won't return your calls!?). No it's partially for the witty banter you get from Ben Revi between songs, but more so in how they chose to end this most somber of live shows with the silliest of encores: as all seven of them assembled out front as if they were about to pull a theatrical bow, only instead? they busted out an hilarious cover of Simon & Garfunkel's "Cecilia". It was the dorkiest thing I'd ever seen... I mean you SO could imagine geeks getting beaten up for this shit in highschool, but it made for THE perfect send-off!



11:27PM - And then... just three minutes shy of that ticking countdown and a shepherd's crook? it was all over like a "flush toilet". Only to be swiftly replaced by Craig Flanigan firing up his usual mad medly whatever-the-fuck on the DJ decks (I believe it was more his 60's "Dig" selection rather than his conventional "Gosh" but I could've been mistaken) as Jive flooded the dancefloor to the brim and all but obliterated any sign that a live band had ever played here... AAAWESOME!! Now usually this'd be the point I'd find a nice quiet spot (usually behind the speaker stacks nearest the DJ booth) and proceed to file, sort and organise all the photos on my camera like it's my "job": until satisfied I had the requisite "thirty photos per live band" I would slip out through the exit doors: no fuss, no fanfare, like I do nothing else here but "conduct my business" and get the fuck out, because that's the way we do things at Jive SO THEY'LL NEVER SUSPECT I'M A BEER FUELED BABOON!! WOOOO!! or yeaaah *cough* maybe we'll just ditch that lamearse plan just this ONCE...



11:37PM - Because seriously duuude... why stay sober on a Saturday night any longer than is unnecessary because for some "asinine reason" you're paranoid and you think "Soup Nazi" here is out to get you (awww c'mon they love me here, HA HA HA they love everyone!) when you've got a whole night's binge drinking ahead of you elsewhere? And by "elsewhere"? yeaaah we can pretty much see where this "wildly unpredictable" trajectory will take me, can't we!? OF COURSE WE CAN!!



11:41PM - Because as we know all too well: whenever I cover a show at Jive (a little too sober and sensible for my own good) on a Saturday night? I almost always ALWAYS follow it up with an hilariously shitfaced show at The Ed Castle, OOOOH SHIT YEAAAH!! And not necessarily because they always have the most "shit hot" exceptional lineups on offer, I mean let's face it: as awesome an umpa lumpa as Ross Osmon is in running it? (man of a thousand faces and almost every one of them is munted... squeeeeee!) he doesn't always have the BEST taste in music for those of us not whizzing off our tits on disco biscuits 24/7 mad banging to yacht rock, afro beat and indie (fucking) electro... especially not if The Touch are headlining, supporting, or spinning a DJ set (where thrashing shit like The Baywatch Theme and John Farnham's "Whispering Jack" has long surpassed the realm of irony to the point it's now become weirdly popular!? FAAARK!!), no it's more a matter of lazy convenience and homing pigeon familiarity. It's barely three or four minutes walk away, I've been blagging permanent doorlisting (and queue skipping past the bouncers) for so long now: neither party involved actually remembers WHY. It always starts late: with first band on at 10:30PM/11PM (so it lines up perfectly with Jive), but more to the point? nobody here gives a fuck what I do... and duuude IT IS THE BEST SHIT EVER!! No matter how insanely drunk I get, how retardingly stupid, how many times I stage invade, stand on the tables, make a spastic spoofing dick of myself (or that time I starred as their headlining act and I was on all the posters and everything!? HA HA HA DUUUDE!!) they don't just turn a blind eye, they damn near celebrate me for it! No seriously... I keep trash talking and abusing this establishment in my blog to the point it's become a bigger "JOKE" to all than The Crown & Anchor and they keep welcoming me back with open arms!? HOW CAN I NOT WANNA MAD FREQUENT THE FUCK OUTTA THAT!? WOOOO!! And yup after all the emotional intensity of both Steering By Stars and Cheer Advisory Council moments earlier (like a heart crushed in a velvet vice I swear!) combined with the fact it was at Jive? coming here to get skull fuckingly retarded in encore is just the sweet release I was looking for! *PHEW*



AUXILLA (***1/2) - And with my brain now suitably "soothed" with beer (and I swear steam actually came out of my ears when I did too... aaaaah SO GOOD!!) I then hit the band room. And no I wasn't looking for anything too "challenging" here, nothing too cerebral, too shitcrazy or head explodingly hardcore, but hey this IS The Ed Castle we're talking about, like SINCE WHEN DOES THAT SHIT EVER HAPPEN!? which is why I was rather surprised to bump into the likes of Auxilla here instead. Second band on the bill tonight (I just missed out on opening act Hawks Of Alba) and two things immediately struck me as odd about them; and by "odd"? it was rather like a frying pan of "oddness" to the face... but not necessarily an unpleasant frying pan, more like one that was serving up fresh pancakes at the time and I just so happened to pop my head in at inopportune moment: "OW FUCK!! no wait, is that maple syrup? NIIICE!!". Firstly it's in their shitcrazy lighting scheme slapping my eyeballs silly like they were pingpong balls. And secondly? they well and truly had THE shitcrazy sound to match. And both points bear elaborating too. To understand the first: merely look at all seven live photos I got of them below, then watch the live video. Now imagine me trying to GET ALL SEVEN OF THOSE PHOTOS at the same time WHILE all that was happening. *PHEW*. And it wasn't just thanks to the mounted lights being placed on the floor pointing straight up, the same that're flickering on and off sparingly (at best) when the entire stage ISN'T plunged into absolute darkness while an additional "decorative light" is throwing all manner of shitcrazy shapes up on the walls to confuse me even further... although BELIEVE ME that's a photography nightmare all of its own, FUCK!! No the real "mission impossible" was with the strobes. Yes... they had strobes (and as for why? yeaaah I'm hoping our headlining act may answer that in turn?) and I swear they're the WORST THINGS EVER. I mean they're the best things ever too... don't get me wrong! they make shit epic as fuck, duuude what's not to love about lights that come with their own medical disclaimer!? until you train a camera lens on them. And it doesn't matter if you set it to single capture mode or rapid fire machine gun burst: for every single EPIC AS FUCK photo you get of a bright light exploding about you like a bomb's gone off? you'll have a hundred times more shots of pitch black to contend with. Everytime, no matter what shutter speed you pick, the odds are stacked waaay against you: like trying to punch your fist through a plane propeller and hoping to get all four fingers and a thumbs up in return. But the second point that bears making? is that this band makes all THAT impossible effort worthwhile... OOOOH SHIT YEAH THEY DO!! For Auxilla are a rare and remarkable breed. One that almost defies description in that they sound like a schizophrenic mix of just about everything and anything colliding with your ears all at once; but if I'd hazard an educated guess? I'd figure them as being in a similar ballpark (or batshit insane lunatic asylum) as say Mr Bungle, System Of A Down, The Sound Of Animals Fighting or The Mars Volta. Think impossibly intricate body popping jams that extend for ten minutes or more, ones rife with wildly unpredictable moodswings, dyslexic time signatures, spontaneous spoken word rapping manifestos (as much as they're shouted) and all manner of wilfully disjointed, mathematically angular and spastic eclectic instrumental tangents... as much as me saying that barely begins to describe any of it (because as you might imagine it was a little hard to concentrate on their music when I was busily throwing my camera against a wall and screaming) suffice to say the more you hear of it? the more you begin to not only "appreciate" it but to truly enjoy the hysterical "head exploding" fuck out of it. And yup that's me struggling to write a review on Auxilla. They'll confuse, they'll confound: like a loud speaker crossed with a 3D "magic eye" puzzle (that requires a third eye gone cross-eyed to spot the "dolphin") all thrown into a blender. But one I suspect will also reveal a world full of "riches"... the more return trips you take in exploring its endless tangents.










12:41AM - Now I was nowhere NEAR drunk enough to handle all of that shit just then... or perhaps I just needed to be on acid, or on shrooms, or both at the same time and then perhaps all those head exploding frequencies would cancel each other out in my head and it'll be like I was in the womb again only it's inside the body of a whale and it's floating through space!? yeaaah maybe it's best I hit the bar again aye? preferably repetitively, with my head screaming; the blunt trauma will do me good! SQUEEEE!! And it's somewhere in the middle of all that, that I then bump into Thom Gardiner from Like Kites. And to save you what you're about to ask? I'm mentioning him because I reviewed his band last week when they supported Two Way Radio, I wrote a... well let's just say it wasn't an entirely "favourable" review (I believed I called them "a diet coke version of Kasabian"? WHOOOPS!!). Only instead of wanting to kill me, he actually wanted to shake my hand, he shouted me a beer, we laughed and laughed over just how unfavourable that review was, I mean crazy riiight? And then I bought this jug of sangria and headed back into the band room, because something tells me... where all this is heading!? I'm gonna need all the help I can get!



DZ DEATHRAYS (****1/2) - And by that I obviously mean our headlining act in following: rage fucking our eyes, ears and brain (and loving it!) the minute I walked INTO that band room. Or if you wanna save yourself the longwinded review explaining that in detail? here's the abridged version: "ZOMG!! FUCK!! SHIT!! LASER BEAMS!! LASER BEAMS!! EXPLOSIONS!! DOUBLE RAINBOWS!! I'M A GOD!! I'M A GOLDFISH!! AAAAHAHaHahAHAhAHA FUCK I'M DEAD!!"... or if you wanna play this game at home? kill the lights, crank the volume, drop acid and watch the accompanying live video in FULLSCREEN (and keep 000 on speed dial, because you're sure as shit gonna need it!) and THAT'S DZ Deathrays.... OOOOH FUCK YEAAAH!! Now if you did all that (and apologies in advance if you've just woken up again, with your head rammed halfway through a wall twitching and flailing), there's probably no point in me writing anything further, and you might as well just skip to the next paragraph; but if you're one of those fisting arseclowns reading this on your android/iphone/ipad thingy whatever-the-fucks who don't have ready access to youtube? read on. DZ Deathrays used to be known as DZ (or at least they WERE when I caught them back in January 2010). They're from Brisbane. Only they since got into some shit with a dubstep artist called "DZ" from San Francisco, and had to change their name. And the simplest way to describe them is to either imagine: (a) Death From Above 1979 covering The White Stripes... in GASOLINE and then setting them on fire, (b) a chainsaw fucking a Nintendo repetitively to a kickdrum backing, (c) what the robot apocalypse would totally sound like if it was held in a German S&M club, (d) barking dogs with killer bees in their mouths, or (e) simply re-read my original statement in the voices of Itchy & Scratchy through a megaphone while midget ninjas nunchuk you in the balls. And yes it was so much FUCK OFF awesomeness exploding in my face all at once I kinda wish I wore a raincoat, or welding goggles, or both, while I was on fire thrashing and flailing and mad pinging off all four walls and the ceiling laughing my tits off to this insanity; preferably in the nude... instead of trying to get photos of it. Because yes it was nothing but nonstop strobe lights flashing, guitars buzzing, metronome 4/4 beat smashing, shrill chipmunk shouting and everyone of us standing in this room well and truly shitting ourselves like a vindaloo made into an aerosol spray (helps not to linger on that one for too long) duuude this SO rocked the shit out of shit, I SHIT YOU NOT, many of us who were here tonight might later discover we're pregnant with, well I dunno what the hell it would be... but it would make Dragonball Z look like Steamboat Mickey, dubstep sound like polka, defy all known laws of physics and solve the world's energy needs... DZ Deathrays? HOLY FUCKING FUCKBALLS!!











Now obviously you can imagine how the crowd reacted to all this batshit insanity, can't you? idling there sipping their G&T's, nodding their heads (on the verge of nodding off), flannels, cardigans, ironic moustaches (as index finger tattoos?), handbags at the front, polite applause and stifled yawns throughout only to fuck off back to the beergarden again riiight? HA HA HA OF COURSE THEY ARE!! FUCK I LOVE THE ED CASTLE!! WOOOO!! Which is why THIS photo speaking very much to the contrary, is clearly nothing but a lie, something I cooked up in Photoshop, or... and let's be honest nothing but a dime dozen to report on whenever you want to make mention in a "band review" that said band is "fully sick going orrff!". Crowd surfing? pfft... IS THAT ALL YOU CAN COME UP WITH!?



Which is why I gotta give mad props to THIS shitweasel for going above and beyond; and not just because he's drinking out of his own shoe... although yes, that IS pretty righteous in its own right.



No, it's more for what he did straight after that... when he rushes off to the bar, returns with a tray of shots (and I'm not entirely sure but by the look of them they appeared to be black sambuca!?) bum rushes the stage mid-song, spilling half of it on the floor and serves it up to both Shane Parsons and Simon Ridley of DZ Deathrays while they're playing, hands one or two to his friends, then downs the last... like it's nothing out of the ordinary and he does this at EVERY show, and clearly I've been going to all the WRONG SHOWS because this is the first time I've seen him do it.




Yup, he may look like a retarded sewer rat (or been drinking nearly enough to be beaten by one in an IQ test) and technically not the weirdest thing I've seen let loose in The Ed Castle band room either (for that you need only see THIS FREAK in action!) but I'll salute him all the same... ROCK!!



And here he is with the baboon choir (and one Mike Turner from The Baron) attempting to crowd surf Shane Parsons (and his guitar) out front. And yes these photos are kinda blurry, sorry about that... I shot them both through a strobe and for some "silly reason" my camera had problems focusing, because ooooh I dunno? THEY WERE SHOT THROUGH A FUCKING STROBE!? FUUUCK!!




And yes I'm taking all these photos while dicking about on stage like an absolute tool... because aaaah fuck it: when the guitarist is running riot off the stage? it's probably the safest place to be.




1:26AM - And then just like that, it's all over for another night... leaving me dazed, confused perhaps in need of a large bucket of something and a snorkel, and wondering just how the hell I ended up here in the first place. And no, I don't necessarily mean that whole "why am I writing this blog?" existentialist crap most people would ponder at a time like this (pfft... you kidding me? I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT!!). It's more the fact I sculled that jug of sangria from before within the first five minutes of me walking in here, it had absolutely no effect... or at least I don't think it has? and yeaaah this setlist pretty much spells it all out doesn't it!? Every week duuude, EVERY WEEK!!



And as for why I'm still here taking this photo just now instead of seeking out that "bucket" and "snorkel" and perhaps a teeny tiny wedge of lime to go along with it (well pfft, shit... no point me getting scurvy now IS THERE!?) yeaaah I wouldn't have the first foggiest clue... but ain't it pretty?



1:45AM - And so finally regaining my senses, I did the first "sensible" thing I could think of and ordered up another jug of sangria: because if at first you don't succeed? TRY TRY AGAIN!! As much as I'm beginning to suspect this shit doesn't have any alcohol in it at all, I mean none, I mean seriously after two jugs... NOTHING!? as much as someone on good authority (who used to bartend here) told me since that I really "don't wanna know what is actually in that sangria" and by that she's clearly implying someone pees in it. But even so? shit damn is it some tastyarse piss. In fact I'd even drink my OWN if it was this good (and it'd likely have more alcohol in it too... ZING!!).



1:58AM - And then just like that everyone flees the beer garden... so astonishingly fast in fact I'm starting to wonder if that last thought I had was actually said out LOUD by mistake? WHAT!? it's not like I said I peed in that sangria damnit! someone else's piss... SOMEONE ELSE'S PISS!!



2:41AM - And so the only other logical step to take was to walk all the way to The Exeter. As much as I could've just taken a taxi home instead, except pfft... SINCE WHEN DO I DO SOMETHING STUPIDLY "RESPONSIBLE" LIKE THAT!? (I've got a pissy reputation to uphold damnit!) nooo... we all know I tried Supermild first: only they'd recently swapped bouncers (or maybe my personal doorman "Señor Sketchy" was simply taking a well deserved holiday? sheeeiit... no seriously who DOESN'T miss that guy!?) and thus horribly bereft of my bullshit queue skipping abilities I would've been stuck waiting in line for half an hour (especially during peak-hour) and yeaaah yeah, I know, I know! I'm just rambling because it's been absolutely dead at The Exeter since I got here and I'm bored silly and I spent all of twenty minutes walking here? AND NOW I'M WRITING A FUCKING PHOTO CAPTION ABOUT IT IN A BLOG!? *sigh* oh well, guess it's back to Supermild again huh?



3:35AM - And of course by the time I get back? there is no lineup anymore and I just walk right through... so I guess that needless detour was totally good for something huh? And as for why I'm drinking a stubby here INSTEAD of a longneck!? well shit duuude... I only just downed two jugs of sangria 2-3 hours ago, my backteeth are "floating" to the point of "drowning", and CAN'T I JUST DRINK MY BEER IN PEACE WITHOUT PLAYING 20 QUESTIONS!? oh that's right, it's totally my "job" to provide you with all this retarded running commentary (and yes it kinda weirds me out too).



3:44AM - And I'm soon reminded of my glaring shortfall in performing that "duty" tonight, when some of the people I'm attempting to "drink my beer in peace" with just now: namely a pack of pissclowns from Lyla and their fashion trash entourage (but I like to think they're the BEST KIND of "fashion trash" once you get to know them *cough* hi everyone!) start hitting me up for photos.



And WOW aren't we so thankful that they did too! No really this is important journalism I'm conducting here people! IMPORTANT JOURNALISM!! and aaaah fuck it... it's late, what do I care!?



Oh yeaaah, this one of Blobby here has "winner" written all over it!



And to think this is what I tell people is my "job" now? fuuuck no wonder it's so hard to write!

Previously on Spoz's Rant: She's The Band, XL Vision, Weed Capital (and more)

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