They’d travelled to Sydney millions of times and seen the satisfied faces of the 12 people who regularly attended their shows. They’d purchased a top-of-the-line theremin. Maybe Bit By Bats hung up their (marvellous, red, shiny) boots because they’d achieved everything they wanted to. It’s criminal how unappreciated they are in the scheme of things, especially when you consider the fact The Temper Trap are waltzing around town with Arias, lucrative Pepsi endorsements and Golden Globes hanging from their necks.īut in the wise words of Flava Flav (long before he fucking lost it and became a reality television star) – “what the fuck is success?”. Some/me would argue that Adelaide’s Bit By Bats are a national treasure, deserving of being stuffed and mounted and preserved forever alongside Bradman’s bat, Merv’s ‘stache and Bingle’s discarded 180-carat engagement ring. And in-between he’ll (probably) keep writing words in sentence format at. Jonny was born before you but he’ll die after you. It’s a place people went to “chill out”, but on the last night some guys started taking their pants off and I’m pretty sure some kind of weird convict sexual bonding experience took place. To me, a chillzone conjures up this room I saw at Mona Foma in Hobart earlier this year, with a big white igloo pieced together with oyster shells. And the third, “a zone filled with chill”, is like defining a fruit and vegetable shop as a “establishment that sells fruit and vegetables”.

The second uses the acronym BAMF, which I don’t understand because I’m outside the demographic that uses zeitgeisty acronyms in everyday conversation. The first includes multiple references to “butt rape”, so we’ll ignore that. There are three definitions of “chillzone” on Urban Dictionary. The thing I like most about Melbourne’s Ooga Boogas is that it’s never really clear when they’re taking the piss. Image supplied generously by Carbie Warbie.ĭarren is Editor-In-Chief of Faster Louder and Mess+Noise. Another onslaught of great talent and the best curated roundup of Oz tunes you’ll probably find on the interwebs, at least for another month.

The very sharp Jonny Nail from Polaroids Of Androids makes a cameo, as well as posts from the lucked out editor of The Orange Press, Piri Rutherford and the sparkly Monica McClure, another of one our good buds over at Acid Stag. The hardest working man in online music journalism Darren Levin, Editor-in-Chief at Faster Louder and Mess + Noise brings the goods this month, as does Huw Nolan from independent online music site The Ripe. It’s back to the bloggers and industry pals this month for Collective Peg #7.

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