off the hip bbq

I had to go printer shopping with my Dad on Sunday, so I arrived at the Off the Hip BBQ at the Tote kinda late. It had been going all day but we only arrived at the demise of the Cheats set, in time to catch Russian Roulettes.

Russian Roulettes completely slayed it, and I'd defs go see them again. The drummer had a super cute lisp, and some real tight hairdo. Midnight Wolf and Johnnie Casino followed. Then Spencer P. Jones secretly took o the stage and it was really exciting 'cos he's amazing. I've never seen him without a cowboy hat before, so I guess that made it all the more special! He played a few songs on his lonesome on a cool transparent guitar, then a couple with backing from Los Chicos- at this point there was four guitars on stage- but too many cooks didn't spoil the broth.


I love Los Chicos, I saw them twice while they were in Australia, and I wish they were here forever and ever so that they could be my boyfriends (especially the singer). They were super trashy and did an appauling cover of My Pal, but it had so much heart and fun in it, you couldn't help but smile.

Buried Horses were last, weirdly. It kind of seemed as though it should have ended on the Los Chicos high. I'm still not keen on the new songs- I like the music, but the vocals are just too RAAAAH, and make me feel like I'm getting creeped on in the outback by John Jarrat in Wolf Creek.

big sexy noise- lydia lunch

I've recently watched the doco Blank City at Melbourne International Film Festival and decided that Lydia Lunch is an okay person. I thought she was a wanker, because in the We're Livin' On Dogfood doco she was a complete tool and her voice was really grating. Howevz, in Blank City she was quite funny, and she has done some pretty cool stuff. I love her cover of Some Velvet Morning that she does with Rowland S Howard. It gives me shivers.

cold and sober.

Just in case you don't know by now, this is Gareth Liddiard from the Drones (not that you should have any excuse not to- dreamboat!). I saw him do a solo sesh at the Post Office Hotel on Sunday and he was wonderful! He played a few of his new songs, including one that stopped mid-way 'cos it's "not finished yet!", alongside Drones songs, and witty banter.

My favourite Liddiard saying- "They're a pack of cunts!"

I also saw the Drones the previous weekend at the Inpress Warehouse, playing with Batrider and The Dacios,where the picture is taken (note Mike Noga in the background- my new love).

They are so amazingly sad and beautiful.

i think you're cute

I saw the Johnny's at the Tote last night with Dad, and I was close to the youngest one there. Nice to see that that hasn't changed like the carpet (which was quite nice to walk on).

The first band was Vice Grip Pussies, and they said the word cock a lot. They were kinda New York Dolls-ish, and all had long hair, and the bass player had really lovely hair, and I can't wait 'til my hair grows that long, and after their set they all donned leather jackets with 'pussies' splashed across the back. And, and, and.

Archer was next. It was just a countryman and his small guitar thing. He sung country music, like he had hitched a ride on a freight train in the '20s (don't quote me if I'm wrong, my dad said that). He was pretty cute and funny.

Finally the Johnny's played, dressed up in shirts and cowboy hats. They were really, really, really good, and all the old folk in the audience loved it and were dancing.

The bass player, Hoody, kept smashing down beers between songs, and he also gave a minor shout-out to Shepp 'cos his mum came all the way to see him (could of hitched a ride with my dad).

If I had to pick one to fall in love with I would say Spencer for his voice, but Slim was real good lookin' for someone his age, kind of like George Clooney.

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bands, books and fireplaces.

Tuesday was Sabrina's birthday, and after eating the hugest meal I had ever eaten in my life, we decided to visit some pubs to escape the cold. Firstly we saw Peter Ewing at Labour in Vain, he sang quite pretty and was accompanied by a man with a violin who was amazing. He played with Spencer P Jones and James McCann in previous weeks which would have been cool to see (especially ol' Spencer Jones, because he plays all the time, but I never get to see him!).

On the way home, we stopped by the Old Bar to stand infront of the fireplace, and the band there wasn't too bad. They played a cover of 'Dirty Old Town', which was fitting, as that seems to be played by a band every time we go out for someones birthday.

We continued our weekday band freebies on Wednesday and went out to the Old Bar upon recommendation from a friend. Loveless Marriage played first, and it was the strangest act I have seen. It started off with some poetry reading, then an instrumental with a guitar, violin and double bass (maybe? i don't know my string instruments), then magic tricks. It was amazing, and they had a smoke machine.

Mass Cult Suicide played next. They played quite a short set, and weren't as good looking as I remembered them to be, but they were still quite good. Last, but not least, was Plague Doctor. It was their last night of residency, so the bar was relatively full for a Wednesday. They were lots of fun, and during their last song one of the girls dancing ripped up a Star Wars novel and threw all the pages around like book snow.

It was pretty.

kim salmon

I wish Meredith would just hurry up.

you're making out like you don't want to be licking on ice-cream and sitting next to me.

I saw Legends of Motorsport, and the Bowers last night. Bunny Monroe were also playing, but we didn't get there in time

The Bowers were a lot different from last time I saw them. The singer (a.k.a most beautiful person at Yah Yahs) was dancing the sickest moves, and made me smile the whole time, but I still couldn't like the music, no matter how attractive he was.

Then Legends played, but I got sick of them by the end. I don't think I'll go see them for a while, unless they are playing Remnants of the Big Bang in entirety.

Brunswick ladiiiies.

tee ay ess tee ee bee you dee

I scored some freebies to the King Khan and BBQ show, so Nell and I went out last Wednesday in hopes of catching a glimpse of King Khan's belly again.
I met King Khan earlier in the day while I was working reception, and he smiled and said hi to me. I didn't even say it first, or have to stare at him to make him greet me. I think we fell in love.

Their show was at the Corner, and it was pretty full. We missed Woolen Kits, 'cos we were eating dinner, and nearly missed out on Royal Headache (who are amaaaazing, and I love them), because appaz you're not allowed to take in larger cameras. What a photography monopoly!

Being the clever cats that we are, we managed to get in with Nell's huge, fancy camera. Here are a few of her shots of the super babe that is King Khan, and his performance partner, the funny, albeit not such a cutie pie, Mark Sultan a.k.a. BBQ.

The costumes, songs and backdrop were all so amazing. Plus, they bagged the fuck out of Xavier Rudd, which was funny. It was probably my favourite show of the year thus far. We played 'Tastebuds' in the car on repeat all the way home, which is now the new favourite cunt song.

"If you have a problem with this song, you have a problem with your sexuality"- King Khan

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