brunswick ladies.

I have found a new humdinger of a song, 'Brunswick Ladies' by Legends of Motorsport. I am yet to see them live, as a whole, and it is a moment of high as a kite anticipation. I discovered this piece of aural pleasure when I attended a show for the Fringe Festival called 'About The Town', where 20 musicians each sung a song about Melbourne.

Truthfully, I was bored out of my brains for most of the two hours I was there. There was too much folky, pretty music and I really was just their to hear a bit of Digger and the Pussycats, and to let my eyes wander over some of the very, very good lookin' muso's.

Richard Fyshwick, from Legends of Motorsport, was a relief from all the slow acoustic that was incessantly falling from musicians mouths. He sounded shit, but that's the way I like it. So, a couple of days later I hippity hopped to the record shop to buy the Legends of Motorsports CD. It's great. Especially Brunswick Ladies and Ice Cream.

Things I have learnt from listening to the Legends of Motorsport song, Brunswick Ladies:

1. Brunswick ladies don't like the Coberg ladies

2. Coberg ladies don't like the Preston ladies

3. Fairfield ladies bark like dogs with rabies

4. Fitzroy ladies shake their ass like crazy

5. Brunswick ladies never take of their shadies

Things that I already knew, that listening to the Legends of Motorsport song, Brunswick Ladies reinstated in my mind:

1. Northcote ladies like kissing other Northcote ladies

2. Brunswick ladies are stuck in the mid to late 80's

3. Thomastown ladies are all hitched to tradies

4. Toorak ladies drive around in their soft-top Mercedes

The song had other suburbs/ ladies but i couldn't quiet grasp what he was saying.

It's not all about the content anyway, really...