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Thursday, December 24, 2009
The freek and the insect have joined minds above the moon. He may not have gotten changed out of the pair of acid wash jeans he wore to an especially sweaty Bittersweet era Hoodoo Gurus gig in 1987, but Jordan Nobel is otherwise abreast of the times. Our previously seperate cosmic imaginings will merge in the first part of 2010 to realise that which turned Ian Chisms mind to maggot brain, too much to bare, excessive psyche, helium - the moonfish and count 3. For the insects that are not aliens surfing club, Kent Turkich, and Jordan Nobel of Jan Juc - opportunity awaits.
Posted by insectsurf at 4:54 AM
Friday, December 11, 2009
Insect is representing the following in Western Australia this summer. A large shipment of the notorious miki dora insect head tee (still made in oz on the finest thread); Vintage Pacific Surfcraft wooden handplanes and hollow toothpicks, Switch-foot 2 a fine odyssey of australian surfing, art, music. Early in 2010 we will unveil the Count 3 refined 66 aussie surf resurrection, plus hot new tee designs by coolis Lord Lache Leckie (esq). Contact kent firstname.lastname@example.org or 0437410050.
Posted by insectsurf at 10:41 AM
tHE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB - SUMMERTIME CHILDREN; TAKE A TRIP...MARGARET RIVER TO NOOSA 2010
insect surf is gonna be in the south-west trying to catch the biggest wave ever ridden for Dicksliver Search contest blah...on a 67 style Keith Paul 9'6 log with all the best of late 60s aussie refinement...Meanwhile, we will be circulating the current batch of Miki Dora insect head tees (exhibiting the dirty bastardized crucifix image) which, despite present bulky demand from here to UK and Cali, are still produced here in Australia on best quality thread, taking with us Switch-foot 2 and Vintage Pacific Surfcraft. Then to Noosa to soil that nest...
Posted by insectsurf at 9:51 AM
VINTAGE PACIFIC SURFCRAFT - in western australia through the insects that are not aliens surfing club
I don't even know what retro is. Since the early 70s all i cared about was Surfing Hollow Days, the Easybeats Coca Cola Special and HR Pufnstuf. The past is the furure bound. Space-time compression abounding. A wormhole has brought expertly crafted hollow toothpicks to the fore, Parrish Watts has gone to another dimension putting together Vintage Pacific Surfcraft in the swampy hills of Noosa, presented here in Western Austrlaia by insectsurf; spearheaded by the compact cylinder perpetrator VPS handsurfer (pictured)... Kent Turkich -email@example.com or 0437410050
Posted by insectsurf at 9:42 AM
the perfect remedy to ss holden misconceptions of surfings more ellusive points of reference, to browning mini-mals nestled amongst cement mixers and other shit in the rear of anti-aestetic utilities, to tribal armbands and six packs of mother, to spread legged stance, friggin' fragipanis and persistant knee length baggy daggy denim - switch-foot 2 in the sandgroper state. in western australia, contact Kent Turkich here in sect firstname.lastname@example.org 0437410050
Posted by insectsurf at 9:32 AM
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Borrowing poorly from Jaggers poorly borrowed Muddy Waters sneer, Sky Saxon visted the earth fleetingly for this flower punk LP produced on the cusp of 67-67 psychedelia when most flower punk kids were too busy tending to their father's lawn in order to scrape together the funds to produce one lousy single let alone a full length album of cellar-dwelling snarl, whine and reverb. Truth be known, The Seeds had the sea-ash but barely the talent nor songs. But on this album, they spew out sufficient neurotic post-surfbeat Californian sceptism in the sun to overthrow any misgivings concerning the repetitive course of any melodies you might identify amongst the glorious buzz of home-crafted distortion, distant drums and vocals as if from the point of a pyramid. You almost get a sniff of the wild oats drying on LA hills, fair ground, 67 looming...just let go...just let go...just let go
Posted by insectsurf at 7:40 PM
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Lancelin - playground to the poor and unknown. the ass hole of australia opens to a plain plain to the back, occassional ss ute, bus stop to nowhere, man with prairie psychosis at truck stop, carcasses of increasing decomposition, love
Posted by insectsurf at 3:52 PM
Thursday, November 5, 2009
In a rare and candid divergence from his cave of gentlemenly modesty, Andrew Crockett (AC, the author of Switchfoot and now Switchfoot 2) emerges fleetingly from the hinterland of Byron, the kingdom of AC, joyous farm of ideas, to hand out the dirt on hulls, surf beat, Keven Brennan and other vital aspects of life on this side of the street, the road less trodden, pleasure fields for all insect followers to feast their friggin' minds upon. The ceremony is about to begin (see interview with author of Switchfoot and fresh off the mill Switchfoot 2 out soon through the softer exponents of soup sleds and other artifacts across Australia).This is surely the greatest account of the finer edges of truth regarding the history of Australian surfing, framed finely in art and music. Dont' miss it sisters and brothers - the insects that are not aliens surfing club, branching into journalism like a regional paper boy on his first run...
Posted by insectsurf at 8:34 PM
Monday, October 19, 2009
There comes a time, when we here a certain call...It starts as a dull murmur in the gusset, calling young men softly from about the age of 17. By the 20s a high pitched shriek is sent from the silky regional area. By 30 you can't resist. The cock jocks call now comes from the tough wearing nylon string thing, loud as yacht rock. A banshee-like song, Mermaids. White rabbits... Dane Peterson has succumb. It was only a matter of time. Who's next? God forbid - Parrish Watts? Surely too much to bare... - insectsurf
Posted by insectsurf at 5:02 PM
Friday, October 16, 2009
Viennas fuzziest garage ghouls from the other sidewalk -http://www.myspace.com/wildevelandthetrashbones
Posted by insectsurf at 8:02 AM
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Surrounded by remnant bowl cuts and lees-than-original desert boots, some mods and a weird rock-a-billy searching for a home following the demise of the Aberdeen as a Sunday dance-off for weird rock-a-billys (the kind that wear blundstone boots and work in engineering firms); i finally confirmed the link between the edge suburbs as paving the way for our best garage bands (the Masters Apprentices from Elizabeth in Adelaide, the Easybeats from Villawood in Sydney) in the 60s as per present day. Dom Mariani, Velo Zupanovich, Roddy Radlj (fittingly Roddy Radar), crap - even Kent Turkich. 60s pop and psyche sensibilities were passed to these ethnic outposts like Paisley Shirts and Winkle Pickers from your cooler university brother. Just like the 60s. Stuff it. I reckon continuous with...An authentic link between the kind of suburban comtemplation and global perspective that grew the best bands in the 60s - Dom, Richard, Dave and Julian (the stems) are of that same genesis. Sitting on the pavement in front of a Deli eating Fruit Tingles as a kid in the 60s, 70s, or 80s gives rise to the same sugary rush and longing for more. More fuzz. More reverb. Its the blues baby and bound to voice the subjugated. The Stems gave a nod of the helmet to four decades of repeated urban longing; a gesture in favour of the otherside...the otherside...the other side. Dont slip on that banana peel
the insects that are not aliens surfing club
Posted by insectsurf at 12:54 PM
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
If you're goona own one garage album this summer, this is the one sister and brothers. But then again, its barely enough. Following their first earfull of The Stones Satisfaction, and realising their surfy reverb drip sound was for drips, San Joses The Squires downed strawberry shakes, made a fuzz pedal from loose wires found in their fathers tool box, put on Dracula kapes and headed by hearse to Double Shot Records to put plastic to this brief splash of milk bar disappointment. Barely not a Yardbirds song, but a number one they could not repeat. Turning there snotty noses up at a million dollars in bookings, the teens turned to school to avoid the draft; but for the brothers and sisters of knight, chidren of the sun, and THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB, the fuzz lingers...you're the best girl that i've ever had.
Posted by insectsurf at 11:45 AM
For THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB, its almost too much to take...and Arther Lee might have taken too much. A message of doom delivered by a young dude convinced of his coming demise by the end of the recording; Forever Changes is the delicate footsteps of a preschooler about to step into a sandpit which turns out to be a ditch which turns out to be a great dark void which turns out to be armageddon. Turns out Authur was just paranoid, technically schizophrenic as Cybil, and was never going to shed the veil of tears, rather be put in the slammer for twenty years for pointing a loaded weapon at family. The snot has caked against my paints...this is the time, this is the time, this is the time.
Posted by insectsurf at 11:20 AM
THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB endorse ROGERTHAT - suburban psychedelia from the side streets and kiosks of Coolangatta. HEAR! the sights of the Gold Coasts creepiest hair men on the hell side of the nation on an occasion deserving of heightened awareness...prince of wales bunbury thurs sept 17th, settlers margaret river fri 18th, mojos fremantle sat 19th
Posted by insectsurf at 10:56 AM
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The utterance 'g'day' is typically clipped to the measure of how many flies you don't wish to enter your mouth, how many undisclosed sordid secrats lay in the kalgoorlie safe of your mislaid attempts to provide in this hellish land, how many feeble anglophile attempts replicated whole hearted from the mother country have withered in the sun like silk. or simply of how much you can't be stuffed with the sod you are confronted with on your sweaty way, or their friggin' boring tales of nullabor meanderings 30 years ago now. Occasioally it is lent a little merriment mustered from early day yeast spreads, but only sustained long enough to enable both moderatley hasty parties sufficient space to scurry from the broading dust storm, like dry beetles. In such instances it sounds strangely like 'gay'.
Professor Ksect Esq
Posted by insectsurf at 11:43 AM
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
JOCK TOOK IT OUT, RIDING MCDONAUGH DORK FIN 65 LIKE THE ANIMAL ON THE CREST OF A CHOKITO SPIKE. NO TIME TO LOSE. TWO STEPS WILL DO. HOLD. TURN. RUN BACK. PULL IT ROUND BROTHER.
SARA TOO STYLISH TO SCORE.
THE MESSIAH RETURNED TRIUMPHANT STATE YOUNG DUDES CHAMP. PIPPED BY SNEAKY OUTSIDERS. DOING A MIDGET THROUGH THE INSIDE UNNOTICED. 2ND AND A BIT RIPPED OFF, HES 5 YEARS AHEAD OF HIS TIME. THEY WILL CATCH UP.
KENT A PODIUM FINISH. HEADCOCKS OF A BOGUS NATURE. CROWD PLEASER. CURL TEASER. IN TE END A FIZZER. TOO MUCH LAME MIDGET? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. ONLY TIME WILL TELL.
Posted by insectsurf at 2:56 PM
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
LISTEN CLOSELY AND YOU CAN HEAR THE WORMS EATING AWAY AT THE OLD ORDER AS INSECTS FASHION A FAR OUT FIASCO SAFARI ON THE EAST COAST. STARTING IN BRISBANE AND TAKING IN CYCLONE CRAZED NOOSA; JUMPING ON THE JETSTREAM THROUGH THE CORRIDORS OF CRYSTALLINE PERFECTION TO SYDNEY VIA THE GREAT JOURNEY. HOPEFUL AND DOOMED - DON'T MISS A BEAT FRIGGIN' FREAKS!
Posted by insectsurf at 7:54 AM
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
JOK BAHEN IS AN INSECT SATELLITE IN NOOSA AT THE MOMENT. WILL BE JOINED BY INSECT MOBILE IN LATE FEB - MARCH FOR FESTIVAL...BLAH. IN THE MOONTIME, THE JOK STIK IS READY TO GO CHECK IT OUT BROTHERS AND SISTERS BEFORE HE SOILS ITS SOILED LOOKING BROWN FINISH.
JOK IS EQAUL TO OR BETTER THAN ANY TRAD SURFER INTHE UNIVERSE IF HE CAN KEEP HIS GENIUS MIND ON THE TASK AT HAND...
JOK IS EQAUL TO OR BETTER THAN ANY TRAD SURFER INTHE UNIVERSE IF HE CAN KEEP HIS GENIUS MIND ON THE TASK AT HAND...
Posted by insectsurf at 4:14 PM