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- ▼ December (7)
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