Wednesday, May 25, 2011


The Witnesses - Paradise Motel - Australian Ghost Stories

Oh Yeh - Jim Patterson - CDR

Teardrop Tattoo - Martin Craft - Silver and Fire

A Burning Fire - Oliver Mann - Oliver Mann Sings

Racing Car Driver - Sandro - Live By Rivers

Tellmesomethingawesomebeforeigotosleep - Balaam Acab (Pink Priest Remix) - CDR

Funny.....Not Funny - Anonymeye - The Disambiguation of Anonymeye

Prelude - Nico - The Marble Index

The Rhinohead - Von Sudenfed - Tormatic Reflexxions

Why Wont You Make Up Your Mind? - Tame Impala - Innerspeaker

Hunchback - Kurt Vile - Childish Pornography

Blow Up - Grand Rapids - CDR

Interstellar Overdrive - Pink Floyd - Demo Sessions, Piper at the Gates of Dawn

Tendrils and Paracetamol - The Moles - Untune the Sky

Stow A Way - Die Haut w/ Nick Cave - Burning the Ice

Day of the Lords - Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures

Shell Shock - New Order - 12"

Never Let Me Go - The Human League - CDR

Apetite - Prefab Sprout - Steve Mcqueen

Pale Shelter - Tears For Fears - The Hurting

Gemini - Wild Nothing - Gemini

Jumping Someone Else's Train - The Cure - Three Imaginary Boys

Play For Today - The Cure - Seventeen Seconds

Holy Hour - The Cure - Faith

Rebel With a Cause - The Wipers - The Wipers Box Set

Cold Cold Change - Midnight Oil - Head Injuries

Down Payment Blues - AC/DC - Powerage

10 out of 10 - The Cassanovas - 7"

Talking to a Stranger - Hunters n Collectors - Hunters n Collectors

Wanna be ya Baby - Teenage Radio Stars - Lethal Weapons

Deutscher Girls - Andam and the Ants - Jubilee

Lookout - Love of Diagrams - Nowhere Forever

Dressed Sharply - An Horse - Walls

Holy Holy - Wye Oak - Civillian

Signs of Life - Echo Echo - CDR

Savages - Erothug - CDR

Eleven Twelve - Dream Kit (Galapagoose Ghost Rumble)- Future Tense

The Cabinet - Das Cabinet - Minimal Wave

Tashkent - Collarbones - Beaman Park

Run's House - Run DMC - Tougher than Leather

Night People - Allen Toussaint - Motion

Too Young - Eagle and the Worm - Good Times

In Shades - Tom Waits - Heart Attack and Vine

Hard Travellin - Woody Guthrie - 12"

Stories - The Gold Coats - 7"

Turpentine Farm - Charlie Parr - When the Devil Goes Blind

The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness - Robert Forster - Where Joy Kills Sorrow

My Wife Thinks You're Dead - Junior Brown - Guit with It

Lucky Boy - Matty Charles - 7"

Old Man - Neily Young - Harvest

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Frank Sinatra - In the Wee Small Hours

Little Suitcase - Luluc - Dear Hamlyn

Maybe Im Dreaming - Postal Blue - EP

It Must Have Been Love - Crayon Fields - Make Peace With Love

Stove - Erics Trip - Love Tara

Green Glass Bottles - Atlas Sounds - Bedroom Databank - Vol 1

Friday, May 20, 2011

Snappy Tom

Once Bombed Village was so hard up for cash when he was living on the south side that he took his Big Muff
into a pawn shop and asked for $50. She said 'I give you $20'

He'd paid over a hunge for it.

$50. It wasnt a question.

$20. Her's was an answer.

BV had a mates cat to feed who wasnt gunna see out the week
if she didnt get some Snappy Tom and fast, but he himself was weak
with hunger and hadnt seen the bottom of a chip packet for a few days.

He slammed his fist down on the counter and saw the poor frightened rabbit's
look in her eyes. Another junkie in desperate need? No. Nothing like it.

BV backed right off and tried to lighten the mood. Whipped his Big Muff out of his knapsack
and placed it on the table. Slowly, she opened the till, wrote out a little receipt and handed him the $20.

Bombed Village took it. He walked over to Coles and bought 4 cans of Snappy Tom, I lie, 5 cans of No Name cat food
a packet of Cheese and Onion chips and a small coke. Wobbled his way back home, sat on his couch and schemed a million schemes to make some more cash.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Gravy tonight

From 2am until 6am we are spinning choons on 3RRR FM 102.7.

You'll here this.

Over and over if I have my way.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Clicky on this

When you've gone here, take the round button to about the middle of the thingy. Actually just a little to the right on the thingy. So you're just right of centre, yeh? Right. You should be hearing some kind of tune with an oboe - like thingy cruising out over the upstrum of a reggae sounding guitar peace. Just chillin yeh? Got it?

Right. Well just wait for the drop. Sounds like Stevie Wonder just fumbled his way over to the high hats, found his sticks on his seat and said rotate on this. Then this mother of all funky things drops in and you are away. Just like I was on Sunday night.

Love to say I found it. That Im that into records mate, and Ive got hundreds of them
outback that I collect when I go on junketts overseas, all I do is spend time in record stores yaddayaddayadda...Well I dont. I spend most of my time in air conditioned plazas.

So I rely on others to do that shit for me. And Im all the richer for it.

This be one of the deffest jams I ever wish to hear in my Subarau. Made me speakers sound awesome. Listen to me...This be one of the deffest ja.....

I still have never bought my own pair of undies.



Please stop me

Here's a little something

This is how Stop Flooding My Record Collection went down at SMR

Friday, May 6, 2011

Stop Flooding My Record Collection

This starts at our joint tonight and runs all weekend. The concept, the work and the cause are all of a very high quality. A rarity these days one would think....

Click hither for more information or just look at the thing above all this.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Nothing good comes out of the country

You know....that dark old place up on the coast.
Lake...Whatchamacallit. I wouldnt even know where it is now....

Me, you ....a bunch of mates. The local pub.
Things get messy. They always do. There's a sense
of boredom in the air, but it's held at bay as if something hasn't been achieved..

Some kind of dreadful finality hasnt been reached. Cos at this age the end is always dreadful.
Especially up in the country.

We all head home, headed for his mum's liquor cabinet.
Some old bitch and her bull terrier has tagged a ride home with us.

Who the hell brought her back? What's she bangin on about?
For God's sake lady pipe down, and get out of here. We've got blue liquor to get through.

Bark bark bark, hack hack hack. Is that her or the dog?

Jesus. She's just slapped Matty. Square in the face. His cheeks
flush with the sting of it.

Dougy's arked up now and this is getting waaaaay out of hand. Way.

She takes a tumble down the stairs while he points her and her bitch to the door.
She's yellin out me ankle, me ankle!!!

Yelling recriminations about who's family owns what part of the town and that we'd hear from her again.

Fuck. Straight away I imagine bein stuffed into a barrell, an arm growing out of my ass, while some Hells Angel
inflicts cigar burns into Geoffy's bum....

The dog hacks away right at the door until their screech fades into the thickness of the crickets
out there in the bushland.

Fuck I hate the country. I hate the fuckin country and all those who dwell within it.

Nothing good comes out of the country. Not when you're 18.

The party shuts down, the lights turn off, Matty rubs his cheeks and Dougy takes a nip of Southern Comfort from
his pa's hip flask.

Fuck this.