Rumble in the jungle It is 42 degrees out there. Here in our metal clambake clamshell the sweat drips off like rivers of raging emus. The hell-preview heat leaves us stultified and there is not a roo or koala to…
The old wives tale about making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear and a poor workman blaming her tools is flipped on its head tonite with a smorgasbord of top end amps and guitars on offer, an oasis…
Ah Melbourne, the Tote, the Tote-Mother, proud mother of a million or more gigs seemingly, so proud is their heritage as a venue. Jealousy and envy are a two fingered throwback throw-up common to most conceited arrogant entitled gits and…
Reprinted from: http://julianwulifeproject.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html By Julian Wu 190. Circle Pit, The Axemen, The Tote 21/12/2011 Circle Pit from Sydney, play sloppy, charming indie pop with a punk attitude. There’s [malnourished] Boy/[blond bombshell] Girl vocals, as they both switch and swap rhythm…
It seems Canberra, federal capital of the great Southern Land, situated in the third state of our 5 State Aussie Tour (comprising Queensland, New South Wales, The Australian Capital Territory, Victoria and South Australia) is not particularly renowned for its…
The Sydney to Batemans Bay trip is a magic journey into the dreamtime, the birthplace of the aussie tour and hometown of Schoolgirl Report, their family friends and acquaintances. As strangers in this foreign lander feel honored to be introduced…
After a 5:30 am arrival back from the free and humane red rattler, a rather splendid establishment, we were ferried to balmain to the stately home of Angie Circle Pit’s mum, where we awoke after a few hours stolen sleep…
L-R ‘Sleepin’ Dragan Stojanovic, William ‘girls best friend’ Daymond, Steve ‘Belly Roll’ McCabe, Roberta ‘flak’ Masty, Stu ‘Take a photo it’ll last longer’ Kawowski
NZ’s own Satanic Rockers kick off the evening at the Red Rattler in Marrickville, Sydney. A slow thudding guitar-riff ridden sound with attitude, reminiscent of deja voodoo perhaps or early axemen, you gotta love that. As seems to be the…
The old coach road from Byron Bay to Newcastle is literally swarming with ‘roos and their young, bleached buffalo skulls, the ghosts of highwaymen and desperadoes and cackling kookaburras, emus still trying to learn to fly After all these years…
Axemen Tour Diary 2011 