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Saturday, June 27, 2009

1700 back.

We are now on the way back to Melbourne, from Brisbane, for two whole days. Huge. In that time we are set to move house, work, play Fallout 3, eat a proper meal, practice, work on new material and sleep for at least 12 hours. That's what we will accomplish between the three of us anyway.

The last three shows were definitely a mixed bag. Turns out Brisbane breeds some pretty decent bands. Quiet Steps and To The North in particular. To anyone that follows our twitter, when I posted 'Criminally under rated bands', I was at Club 299 watching Quiet Steps play the best noisy post punk whatever jams I've seen live in fucking ages to a whopping 10 or so people in a huge club.

We played an all ages show in Ipswitch, which was interesting. To The North played to about 13 school kids trying to beat each other up. After we played a little dude asked for my pick. He was at the merch desk with Drew (of Hospital) and me, and I asked how old he was. Twelve! Gave him the pick and a cd, as did Drew. And one for his GIRLFRIEND. If only i was pulling mad bitches when I was 12.

Likes our music, and he's 12, yo'.

Before all this we played an abysmal show in the Gold Coast. The only payers were the parents of the 16 year olds before us, an old friend from Wellington (so good to see you Hana!) and 4 others. The 16 year olds were hilarious. Drummer had a blonde afro, Rammstein shirt and played a sax solo whilst still drumming over Metallica guitar riffs. Into that, hard.

Currently 7/8ths through this bag of lollies. Back to it.

Sam

Friday, June 26, 2009

1700 Km's in...

Technology is pretty awesome. It's amazing that I can actually sit next to Reuben in our newly purchased 1993 Ford Falcon wagon and type a blog at 10.47 pm. Mean.

It also means that every time I open my MacBook there is a picture of a scantly clad Sigourney Weaver (sorry Hannah...) from when she wasn't a milf, but an actual sci fi sex symbol. This is inspired by the fact that I went to an Alien/Aliens back to back feature at a theatre in Melbourne the other night and straight lost my shit about the whole thing. It was awesome. Cybogs and shit, yo'. And Jonesey, the cat.

Anyway, What we are begining is much more frequent blog updates, because, y know, we're actually on tour now. 20 shows on the East Coast of Australia, and as soon as it's finished we're pretty much straight into another one, then another etc. Or so the plan, promoter and people say.

Touring in Australia is pretty sweet thus far, We've gone from 4 people in a hall that had 80 people in it when the metalcore band before us played, to 200 drunk emos in a club in some suburb we caught a train to. Mean.

I would kill a strawberry and cream chuppa chup right now. Maybe the suburbs of 'Bowning', 'Yea' or 'Bong Bong' have some. Legit suburbs, by the way.

Sam

Monday, June 8, 2009

Home and back Home again.

So me and the bros went home to the Beautiful Wellington for a couple of weeks. Enjoyed ourselves thoroughly with all our family and friends, playing sweet treat shows and meeting fucking GC's.  Both fortunately and unfortunately we are back in fat Melbs with a very strong will to tour our fucking honk arses off and write new shit for you while you pleasure your loves..., for your pleasure. Formula instead of the fuck.

Good to be back but fuck Wellington we miss you. 

Be good

(.Y.)