spooky records tenth birthday

Sixfthick were delightfully disgusting once again, on Saturday night at Spooky Records 10th Birthday. They had their way with blow-up dolls, cracked glasses on backs, and sweated and grinded against ladies in the crowd. I missed the start of their set though, as I was watching The Stabs being fucking weird on the floor upstairs in the Cobra Bar.

I really like The Stabs new album, but last night they were a bit all over the shop. By the end of the set they were all sitting on the floor, instruments abandoned (except the guitarist) and the drummer was playing the bass with his beer bottle. I'd like to see them play again though.

Digger and the Pussycats also played, and were the main drawcard to my attendance (because I'm an obsessed loser). It wasn't their best show, but that's probs because last time they played at the Tote they were AMAZING, and all of their past shows I could never find anyone to go with 'til the last minute, so I cherished each of them as I do my eyes. I'm going to miss seeing them over Summer!

I also watched a little bit of Gentle Ben and his Sensitive Side, and it wasn't too bad but the singer just peforms so much better when he's playing with Sixfthick. Maybe the lyrics for Gentle Ben are more meaningful, so he has to tone down his movements and settle for gyrating?

Who knows- i stopped listening to lyrics when I started worshipping Digger and the Pussycats.

sam?

I thought that the Arthouse was really ugly, but my more artistic, design student friends assured me that it was not. Although, I did find the quilt looking ceiling a bit cute and I shouldn't be one to feel negatively towards them as the door guy did let us in for free (and save us $6- dinner for two days).

I went there to see my friends old babysitters band. I can't remember what they were called, but the singer/guitarist looked a little like Sam from Digger and the Pussycats from a distance. They played shitty nonsense and kind of sounded like Kamikaze Trio, but I did like one song. I couldn't understand anything of the lyrics that they were shouting except i nearly got the gist of one repeated line- "bahkjhfkahfkahfkharfmotherfucker".

They had this little thing going on where the drummer would flip out on his drums and then the guitarist would start banging a spare snare- until it's legs broke (the snare, not the Sam look-a-like), and that was the end of that. But it was funny, and their show made me smile.

brian hooper.

So, so good looking. Brian Hooper- marry me. You can buy g-strings with his face on them if you really want to here. I'd totally be up for it, except he's really only insanely attractive when he has short hair- like in the photo above, swoon...

i want to be your lego man.

I f'n hate volleys, and i'm totally the kind of person who will judge you by the aesthetics of shoes (excluding the criteria of age- my shoes are complete scum [only because I'm poor]) and one of my new favourite musicians was disappointingly wearing them on Saturday at the UV Race LP launch.

Deaf Wish and Royal Headache were playing along with the UV Race. Deaf Wish was pretty good, but I liked them better last week. Royal Headache were really cool- they were so much fun. The singers stage movements kind of reminded me of Aussie hip-hop, but they totes didn't sound it.

UV Race were really good. I love it when the band perform like performers instead of playing like they are recording, or something. The singer was the best, he was wearing this sweet little get-up (that WAS actually little, size-wise) of this fluro yellow cord/tape wrapped around his chest and shoulders. Then there was oven proof aluminium containers placed on his shoulders, armour style with foam letters UV on the right side, and RACE on the left. I was too busy being mesmerised with his ensemble, their sick show and getting bruises to even notice his shoes.

I also saw Brendan from ECSR just hanging out at Ding Dong, and I got to do that cool double take 'wow, it was him' thing. I told Dad, and he sent me a message saying 'to cool'. I can't decipher whether he used the write too/to, maybe I was just leaning towards 'too cool' because it's more pleasing to the eye.

And I'm all about that.

you say you love me when you're drunk.

My friends brothers band plays around the town fairly often, so I usually get updated of their shows via some sort of electronic social networking site. I saw that they where playing with Mass Cult Suicide and I was a bit befuddled as to why they'd be playing with such a heavy band (judging by their name...). I looked them up, and they were awesome.

I was going to scurry down to Off The Hip last week to pick up their album, but I wasn't sure if the rest of the nine songs would be as enjoyable as the two I heard. So I thought I'd brave taking my child-like face to the Tote to go see them on Friday. I really wanted to go but no one would come with me, then I got grumpy, forgot about it and did something else.

So, today I went into PBS and help out with writing mini-blurbs (which really just consisted of going to a bands Myspace, Ctrl C, Ctrl P, then a minor edit to make the sentences flow...like streams) for this wrap-around advert in Inpress for PBS Live Music Week. Bands have been coming in to prerecord their sets and today as I was trawling Off The Hip's webpage for info about Mass Cult Suicide, they totally started playing in Studio 5!

I was a bit excited and went and sat like a loser in the room with the knobs and shit, and watched for two songs. They were great, except the two songs that I heard, where the two that I already knew. But Dan Trolley is good lookin' in a fun looking way, so I'll probably buy his CD anyway.

friday on my mind.

I really, really like the Chinese Burns.

I saw them play a couple of songs last night at Town Hall in North Melbourne and I felt like squealing. It may have something to do with the Digger and the Pussycats-esque singing drummer, but with my loser obsession aside, Chinese Burns where great. It really sucks that it was their last show and I missed most of the set.

Deaf Wish also played last night, they were pretty insane. I'd seen Jensen (?), one of the guitarists/singers do some solo stuff a few months back and have been waiting for ages to see him in a band, I think I actually forgot it though- hence this being the first time I had gone along to see them. I think I fell in love with the guitarist (the one with blonde hair). He was really trashy, jumpy and just flipping out with his guitar the whole time. I like it when musicians do that, but my eyes have been void from the experience lately. I think the best time was when the old guy from Sixfthick (wait...they're all old!) took off his shirt, slagged on his chest, rubbed it in like nobodies business and then proceed to sexually dance upon women in the crowd. I keep recommending them for a good time to friends, but nobody ever goes and sees them.

There was also a plethora of really impressive mustaches in the Town Hall on Friday.

i love google maps.

Last night I got lost on my way to the Tote.


I'd been there a couple of times before courtesy of tram 86 and a short stroll down Johnston St, but this time I went some weird way and got really lost. I had to call my friend whilst standing on the corner of Hoddle and Johnston, so that she could locate me on Google maps and street view me to Wellington St. It was a bit embarrassing, but I'm sure she loved playing cartography hero.


The Tote always reminds me of my innate uncoolness (and getting lost on the way there only adorns this), and lack of years in my age. This visit, to see the Ooga Boogas last show for the year was no exception.

I'd never seen them before, but I had seen the guitarist (who was an extreme keyboardists for this show) in ECSR. I really like ECSR, so much so that I have a 5 by 4 (measured in A4 paper) homemade poster of them- mainly Brendan though.

The singer had this shirt on that, if my memory serves me correctly, stated 'on the loose'. This was written in fluro eighties type and every time I looked at him I was like "What? Why is he wearing a Daft Punk top?". I did this each time I glanced at him, which was really only when I wasn't mesmerised by the drummers top. If his t-shirt was a Iggy Pop song, it would be 'Dirt' (because that's my favourite).

The conclusion of the set felt a bit a bit abrupt (like my review- i'm super tired...), but I would probably go see them again because I have heard that they are usually much better than their Thursday Tote peformance.

My hair really smelt like the cellar at my parents house the next day. It actually still does, because I'm gross and didn't wash it in the morning (mainly because i'm inept at using a hairdryer).

I might go hit the shampoo now. Wait, I might nap first- I think my eyes are about to fall out.

wolfmother is for cunts.

This evening I read the following status on Facebook:

Wolfmother- live at the wireless... delicious

This was written by the boy who introduced me to ECSR before they were cool and a monstrous amount of Melbourne bands before I was eighteen and legal(which eventuated in the finding of the truly spectacular stage-show that is Digger and the Pussycats) and updated my iPod; doubling its songs like a modern day mix-tape. However, my faith in his musical choosings has come to a debilitating standstill with this recent piece of new-found knowledge.

Reading that was like the aftermath of an explosion. I was shocked, and a bit confused. Firstly, Wolfmother is a piece of shit. Secondly, I don't understand the recent uprising in the use of the word 'delicious' or 'delish' from people from my old high-school. I hate this word in referral to anything other than foods, and even then I'd prefer you to just say, "dinner was good."

Now that I know this, I'm really scared that the roots of my iTunes could involve Wolfmother. Granted, once I actually came to Melbourne and Dad trusted me enough to allow me to inherit his records prematurely, I developed a lust for shitty under-produced sounds and was able to eradicate a lot of the Triple J stylin' soundtrack of my youth.

I'm just chilling on Wikipedia and apparently the guy from Radiohead is a fan of Wolfmother. Luckily I don't like them either. I wish Radiohead and Wolfmother would collaborate on a cover of Zappa's 'Return of the Son of Monster Magnet' and instead of saying 'cream cheese', they should say 'delicious'.

Yuck..yuk? Ew.