RGIT iN EffecT

really good in theory was a smashing success... here's the Avant Gardeners... more shots soon!

welcome back, benner...

REALLY REALLY, GOOD IN THEORY

Hope you all can make it along to this! It should be a great day...

ritual de las habitual

a eso de las dos

mama knows bess't

MARKO of the BLAIR

Carn Aussie Carn

Another reminder that this country has gone down the toilet since the Hawke glory days...
Can you imagine Lil' Johnny H being this inebriated-up-for-the-grope-fucking-cool?????
I don't think so.

I WISH I WAS THE HIP PRIEST... ah....

I always had a soft spot for The Fall, but it's only in the last year or so that I've decided it's time to really investigate the HIP PRIEST and his merry clergy. Trawling through their catalogue is an intimidating prospect, what with 50+ albums to their credit; it's the main reason I didn't hit them up before - where to start and shit, where to stop??
My official Fall cherry-popper was "Palace Of Swords Reversed", an excellent example of early MES's bile and lyrical fuckkn genius. I play this record at least three or four times a week (much to the chagrin of my WERK collegues, fukkem) and I can't imagine ever getting bored of it. Next was "Extricate", "This Nation's Saving Grace", "Hex Induction Hour", "Grotesque", "I Am Kurious Oranj" and the latest find is their first: "Live At The Witch Trials". Crackers, every bloody one of them.
Which is why I wish I was Mark E Smith.
Sure, he was bashed profusely with the ugly stick at birth but this man's genius and his bottomless well of bile is just jaw dropping... He was John (RIP) Peel's DUDE, he's sacked more band members than I've had chicken schnitzels and he's married to one of the most beautiful women in rock (who plays keys in the latest line up). Fuck him, bastard.
He OWNS me now.
He will OWN you too, ladies and gents.
I think there should be a FALL tribute night thingy here in Adelaide, like one of those wack FOWLER's LIVE DAVID BOWIE nights or whatever. Imagine the fruits that would come out of the closet for that. It would be AWESOME.

howzat!

not to be a dyed in the wool rose coloured glasses ticket holder... but these were the days.
weren't they?
bring back the mo, bring back the fun.

day one: railway bluez

OI? whatryalookinat?
xxx

A NEW BEGINNING

This is what I must have felt like on New Year's Day '06... Unable to be anything else but vague and with a real bad taste in my mouth. The last thing I remember from the night before is a serious yakking session into a plastic bag in Adrienne's car.
Nice, don't you think?
Oh well, there's a lot of year left in 2006, so I'm sure things will be on the up and up from here.
Anyway - that pohdo was taken in 2004, pre-empting Slaughter and I's face-off. There's Bucko Palace in the background, and despite the beanie and scarf, it was a spring day and quite nice - it got much better in fact. I remember the sun coming out and due to a heavy night, I was in need of some sweet, sweet kip and feeling rather worse for wear. It had something to do with the hash I smoked from these two Iranian backpackers who didn't speak a word of English...anyway.
I splayed out on a slight slope in St James Park, resting my eyes for a half hour or three. Nothing could've been better, the English sun on my face, the cool grass beneath me and a sense of peace and belonging... truly one of my favourite slices of life ever.
I was awoken by this beggar:

Chewing at my feet.
DAMNED CUTE!
Shout out to Slaughter for keeping the squirrel flame alive...

We gotta get bakk over there...

sit back, put yr feet up and enjoy the ride

We've been on holidaze for a while. It was rather awesome, not a day wasted or regretted. Wonderful fun. It was great to hang with family and friends, shop and booze on like never before and also see the truly incredible Billy Childish and his Buff Medways.
So, we're back now (well, we got back a couple of weeks ago, but you know how these things are...) and this lil blog will get hit with mad pohdos from the trip. More soon.
Props to M. Slaughter for the truly artistic time he's having in London. Good work, boy.
And he's nailing the squirrel shotz - i remember having a snooze in St James Park a couple of years back on a bright sunny day and being woken by one of the pesky buggers having a gnaw at my shoe. They're the best.
And yes Slaughter, I'm FUCKEN jealous you've seen the Toulouse/Sickert/Degas exhibit... BASTARD! I LOVE U! hahahhahahxxx

like pohdos to the SLAUGHTER

i can post stupid pohdos of myself too.

stitch one

i'm trying out all the bells and whistles on my whizz bang pohdo contraption.
stitch assist is nice. here's my first attempt. you really need a tripod. but still.

the camera arrives. and they are happy.

so the new camera arrived today, i'm very happy.
damn, it's small. let the pohdo wars begin.
to start, a shot from the balcony of my work.
each step takes a thought, each moment requires action.

do that to my anatomy...

This is my favourite record at the moment. Their last two albums were no stinkers, but they never lived up to the aural hype nor their always-splendid cover art.
This record, on the other hand, is truly superb.
They're a two piece now, and have really stripped back their sound - distorted guitars, fuzzy keys, linear drum patterns with Trish's deadpan and slightly surreal vocals. So simple is the construction that it allows the music to breathe, and you to breathe with it.
I'd always found them to be a closed book prior to this record, but Tender Buttons is a raw and open masterpiece.
And I'm only slightly exaggerating.

GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY

This Sunday night promises to be glorious night. The last time I saw Diamanda Galas, I was blown away by her raw power and intensity - her sheer awe-inspiring presence on stage. Her rendition of Johnny Cash's Long Black Veil is a wonder to behold. Anyone with even a passing interest in music and what it can really be about should make the effort for this gig! Adelaide Town Hall, this Sunday yo!

the camera doesn't lie

this is soon to be my pride and joy. i can't wait! it's such a nifty little beastie, all the bells and whistles and shit.
hee hee!

toulouse my way in the world

man. to be in london now.
three of my favourite artists in one show. i love Lautrec. i would have his children, if i was a woman, and had a time machine. i like short dudes who paint on cardboard.