the insects that are not aliens surfing club

(keith) paul enters the insect trust

2012-01-12T20:57:00.000+08:00

returning from the nothern desrt communes with a head full of stems and flowers, (keith) paul is presented with a proposition - a deal with the insects that are not aliens surfing club rumoured to be in the double figures. a star member of the insect exhibition team, appearing in truck stops, kiosks and beat cafes across australia this summer

gato heroi in the western colonies of australia!

2012-01-12T20:54:00.000+08:00

kent turkich displays the first gato heroi surfing board to touch the desperate soil of the western colonies of australia. the boys commemorated this auspicious occasion with a very gay celebration, marvelling at the cunning manoeuvrability of the keenly designed ‘space pig’ which compared favourably in all aspects of functionality, enabling the advanced rider to transverse the wave at an acute angle in a fashion conducive to 'hot' action and thrills! (upon his return to sydney, something happened to blake 7, something went pop - he lost all his bananas)

gato heroi wild adventure into the inner realm of oz

2011-11-23T12:42:00.000+08:00

every man searches for himself in some way...Evan Daley-Tripper has the need to feel the sun, sand and sea close to him in his seach for himself...Gato Heroi is a revolutionary breakthrough into the universal mind of surfing - a divine embrace with the reality of free-thought surf and love in the new world Australia (http://www.gatoheroioz.blogspot.com/ and it will transform you forthwith)

foam symmetry

2011-11-12T10:59:00.000+08:00

Thank the lord. Praise be to Keven Brennan (always). The future may yet make more sense than we could have hoped; the previous generation will be enraged to hear the spirit rising again against bland uniformity - main street surf magazines revealed as they truly are (a pack of lies) – main street surf shops crumbling – blind subordination of the individual to the faceless organization wearing thin – the quest for normalcy looking rather forlorn – a pack of lies on it’s deathbed. How so sir? Justin Bevan - northern beaches prophet meaningfully capturing the mood of crazy young allies who surf for the new dawn. Dane Peterson speculation - in love with a wild girl in golden eternity. Something significant is taking place – Foam Symmetry. (click on pic for the scoop, rubbernecks!)

the truth about surfing

2011-11-02T10:42:00.001+08:00

Thank the lord. Praise be to Keven Brennan (always). The future may yet make more sense than we could have hoped; the previous generation will be enraged to hear the spirit rising again against bland uniformity - main street surf magazines revealed as they truly are (a pack of lies) – main street surf shops crumbling – blind subordination of the individual to the faceless organization wearing thin – the quest for normalcy looking rather forlorn – a pack of lies on it’s deathbed. How so sir? Justin Bevan - northern beaches prophet meaningfully capturing the mood of crazy young allies who surf for the new dawn. Dane Peterson speculation - in love with a wild girl in golden eternity. Kent Turkich west coast distribution. Something significant is taking place – Foam Symmetry.

sidestreet psych - a turning point - the otchkies are the sound of the resurrection

2011-10-15T16:21:00.001+08:00

vee bottoms - cacti - the universe is permeated with the sound of the otchkies

the otchkies shake-up the new dawn

2011-09-19T16:25:00.000+08:00

the otchkies come with the morning reign and conduct a wyld affair in the southern most regions of the mind

spring-joy-sun

2011-09-12T11:23:00.000+08:00

some wild dandelions imagine a wave

the keven brennan appreciation society

2011-09-09T15:24:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen and children of the sun – get up with Bobby Limb – orange skies bursting with joy! – a revolution of the self – a wild mushroom of eternal surf ecstasy – raw and alive (the ghosts of Bobby Brown and Keven Brennan appear on the shore). Keven Brennan tribute tee available soon.

the australian surfing resurrection - feel purple, taste wild surf films from the sidestreets

2011-08-22T14:12:00.003+08:00

Blast-off! Suspended in a waking-dream state, the interstellar space hobbit Lachlan Leckie conducts skull-bursting-mindless-headcocks in wild fantasy seas of velvet; Keven Brennan beams-in from another epoch, signalling the Australian Surfing Resurrection (and clearly too much to dream last night). Bobby Limb back announces The Masters Apprentices from a kiosk on the edge of tyme…

it's a mod, mod world (of surfing)

2011-08-11T17:22:00.000+08:00

Extradited from the Australian colonies, Tim Crabtree (a stowaway, a mad mod, a gentleman) retraces the serpentine journey of his ancestor Rodney Sumpter through the fields, marshes and haunted castles of his homeland , somewhere between Newquay and the orbit of Neptune; carrying a suitcase full of secrets and a Middle Earth midlength – a child’s bike horn announces the insect surfer’s arrival at the Edge of Entropy – talking hedgehogs – talking clouds – rubbing shoulders with the mystical past (Merlin, The Mad Hatter) while looking like a trainee accountant.

the paisley underground project

2011-07-30T07:36:00.000+08:00

the count five insect surfboard shaped by thomas bexon, glassed by jake bowrey, logo lachlan leckie, kent turkich speculation - the paisley underground project

rising from the paisley underground

2011-07-28T15:48:00.000+08:00

five years ahead of it's time - midlength mind rocker for insect surfer dee - shaped by thomas bexon and glassed by jake bowrey

the otchkies

2011-07-16T16:36:00.000+08:00

Culdesac-psych-rock band The Otchkies krept out of the swamps of Tumbulgum, New South Wales, Australia, like a mist - crawling up the walls of the sad town like a scream. Disjointed oriental blues - Taman Shudesque levitation – moving objects with only the will of the mind – brash cowboys wandering up the garden path to a higher plain – fairy tales and fairy floss fairly far out – head spinning beautiful sounds snatched from an eternal summer. The Insects caught up with Angus Russel from The Otchkies, or at least a strange vision of Angus, a ghost, to further explore the depths of this notorious yet hazy entity – a band name whispered by crazy mod girls in Gold Coast carparks – uttered by crazy sharpies over Chiko Rolls in front of haunted kiosks – not dared spoken about in darkened pool halls. I asked – What is The Otchkies? He responded – ‘the mystic desert it is…don’t suppose there’s any Soft Machine cover bands playing tonight?’

insect trip - go!

2011-07-13T12:31:00.004+08:00

Dream it up baby – creeping out of a quagmire through to the paisley covered moon valley of joy – black rain subsiding - it's too much - just call an ambulance! - before they come to get me I’ll be somewhere they can’t find me – surfing on the other side of the moon with bobby brown - eternal summer ecstacy (the count five psych-out space log coming soon…watch this inner space)

the universe is permeated with the odour of paisley

2011-06-28T16:15:00.001+08:00

tim crabtree - a mad mod exradited after stowing away to the colonies, living under a mushroom for too many hazy years to recall - found this gleeful stubby in a psychedelic picnic in the homeland, in a dream

a far out trip into the paisley underground

2011-06-21T10:38:00.000+08:00

Wolf girl took me down a port city street on a foggy knight – black rain – floods - something strange in a deep sea cave beneath – breathing heavy like a giant sleeping moon-monster – cracking the port city buildings, the gaol, the haunted lunatic asylum - it appeared in night-terrors – an angel of death. Wolf girl steps aside into a shadow. She picks up a jar of eternity laying in this sidesteet since 1966, which had been reopened once or twice since then, and subsequently abandoned until now. The vessel contains the secrets of the paisley undgerground. Wolf girls eye's are wild.

‘do you see my wild eyes?’

She twists the lid. Velvety clouds of joy explode from the jar, slaying the cave beast. The dark angel withers. Outcries of ecstacy! Amazing visions - salty merchants carrying new world treasures – ted spencer dripping with paisley sea tears extending through hollow sections of glee –the easybeats play wild vibrating beat in a cavern – up on a sun-soaked-hill-covered-in-dry-wild-hay-and-a-few-flowers jangly mystic guitars chime – September girls in paisley dresses trip through these fields – keven brennan surfing to love – orange skies - bobby brown raw and alive – magic 9th dimension surfing vessels – the count five – the electric prune spoon – Thomas Bexon sails by on a tiny yacht heading for the edge of the flat earth!

gentle-breeze-sunny-hillside

The paisley underground series by insect - eternal surfing boards from the summer of 66, decorated with incredibly scarce vintage paisley fabric inlays - contact insectsurf@bigpond.com

kent turkich meets the critical slide society

2011-06-16T11:52:00.000+08:00

Kent Turkich is an aspergic hobo with a Keven Brennan fixation travelling somewhere between the edge cities of Western Australia, Noosa Heads, Queensland, and Armageddon. This head-cocking-former-professor has pursued a paradigm shift reported to him on the red telephone - a prophecy transmitted in 1966 to the present day - a disposition which anticipates and rejects! the mad insane complex which has confined the breadth of surfing into commerce and competition and alienated the individual. Despite the darkness that seeks to sell it in stylised quantities, this freek has steered usually rudderless toward timeless surfing – meddling in midlength vee bottoms, 1966 pigs and wooden bellyboards to a scratchy soundtrack of regional garage punk – shoeless tin spaghetti eating rambling in the desert – a resurrection of the self… timeless joy (click on pic for tcss link - creeps!)

note surfboards: insect surf pop art experimental trust.

2011-04-29T18:24:00.000+08:00

note surfboards: insect surf pop art experimental trust.: "there was some wild universe changing happening at some point in time on the shores of australias west coast...i am reliably informed that ..."

the critical slide society in the western deserts - the last wall of the castle

2011-04-01T16:30:00.000+08:00

It has been announced that founding member of the insects that are not aliens surfing club, Kent Turkich, has secured a shady deal with Shakn’ Sam Coombes of the critical slide society, who are based in Sydney, Australia – the harbour city, on the harbour, in Sydney. The transcontinental deal, said to be valued in the tens of dollars, was secured by wire at about 6:15 pm eastern standard time, with the participants identifying the Western deserts, the suburbs on the edge of boomtown, and some of the inner city dumps, as being in need of deliverance in terms of the critical slide society ethos - a message of freedom emanating from the id - and not dissimilar to that spoken by the insect surfers themselves - a call for truth - for self - for sanctuary amongst a zombie-state fooled by illusory prosperity, by Wall Street mind merchants forging a lie, a need, a false need, for a Prado, a neat lawn the size of a golf course, and a dog to pick up after. Ladies and gentlemen and children of the desert, these are exciting times – a storm is coming and mediocrity will be washed away, like scum. Surfers on the west coast should consider their state of mind, being, and very spirit carefully before associating with this partnership, but you will definitely succumb to the ultimate temptation, the critical slide society, as it brings down the last wall of the castle (the pyramid crumbles).

New Project 3

2011-03-26T14:23:00.000+08:00

2011-03-21T19:18:00.000+08:00

Lachlan Leckies Mad Mad MAD! World of Surfing at the Noosa Festival of Surfing

2011-03-13T13:24:00.001+08:00

Marvel as the intrepid director of the Australian surfing resurrection film saga tramps through the wild-wild-Wild! darkness of haunted forests, amongst the reeds, coming from behind the patient hills like a mad moon, leaving the company of gay gnomes and vampires there, to capture the children of the resurrection, gut-sliders, sick like 66, fantastic vee bottom freeks smelling the flowers as if it’s the last day on earth, gloomy inward-looking kiosk-dwellers realising something huge and independent has come into their dreams, escaping the tragic air of the competition like death in the hidden coves – 16mm film, in vivid colour – the Australian Surfing Resurrection Film in Noosa.

its a mad mad mad world of bellyboarding

2011-03-01T11:00:00.001+08:00

champions of surf and art will take to vintage pacific bellyboards with keen skill and reckless, gay abandon! don't miss it boys and girls, during the noosa festival of surfing, wednesday march 16, 5-7pm, at noosa longboards. all bellyboards are for sale to the tune of frantic mod sounds, scones and the simplest form of surfing sweeping the nation, a sensation, a crazy, bellyboarding sensation!

the australian surfing resurrection film madness - the cast!

2011-02-14T01:52:00.002+08:00

The cast will include a batch of dirty, unattached practiotioners as they exist in there environment. From the hinterland of noosa heads, to the sad dens of caloundra, the culdesacs of coolangatta, and swamps of Sydneys northern beaches; the film will find these wild-eyed brothers and sisters determined to escape the scouting eye of commerce in their desperate shacks, their rusted out wagons - tin spaghetti - the sacrifice of the unsponsorred.

the australian surfing resurrection

2011-02-12T23:27:00.001+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen and Saturday's children - get up with Bobby Limb - Bobby Brown raw and alive - The Australian Surfing Resurrection erodes the wretched myth about surfing being said since 66 - a sad giant black diamond heaving under the bloody beach - ARISE! - the ghost of Keven Brennan appears on the shore - no longer sleeping - bursting with the joy and anticipation of what is to come...

voices from the edge

2011-02-04T08:37:00.000+08:00

Hello friends.
Your blog is so sick !!!!
I am a 60´s music lover and a surfer and I enjoy so much everytime I check
your page.
For sure is the number one for me.
I want one of your tshirts, "The Australian Surfing Resurrection" one.
Do you think is posible to send it to Spain ?
Muchas gracias.

PD Check ELS TRONS, a great garage band from Barcelona.
Friends of mine and great music !!!

the australian surfing resurrection film madness

2011-02-04T07:33:00.001+08:00

The Australian Surfing Resurrection (ASR) film captures the rise and rise again of the wild, untamed spirit of Australian surfing. It provides a visual announcement on the resurrection of the heart of surfing occurring in Australia and globally. Using a mixture of Super 8 and digital footage, combined with a raw, reckless texture and psychedelic garage sound track, the film will feature both celebrated and unheard of surfers from around Australia on all sorts of craft in variable to perfect waves.

Since about October 1966, the great joy and diversity of the surfing has been tormented by a darkness, a sickness, a spectre of doom rising from commercial enterprises and the stifling, limited version of surfing that gos with it. But the spirit has survived. How so, you ask? Ladies and gentlemen and children of the new dawn, despite the madness going-on in the 'surf' stores, the main-streets, and the corporate backrooms; a range of strange introverts, cove dwellers and kiosk lurkers have continued to uphold the most sacred aspects of the art, cosciousness and heart of surfing. A breakaway direction. Mindful surfboard riding. Defying the regime. Doing what they want on all soughts of crazy sliding vessels, flying saucers, handplanes, logs, vee bottoms, finless, mats, simmons. A mid-length manifesto? Why not? Minds free. Unshackled choices about love, life and surf. Whatever next? Whatever next?

the film is currently under production by reel dusty films lachlan leckie beat master ball tyripper from coollangatta - sharpies!

the keven brennan appreciation society

2011-02-03T16:32:00.000+08:00

keven brennan (back-turned). one of saturdays children. soup saint. flower-punk-moonchild. mad with love for uncontained surfing-joy. a golden soul withstanding the tragic air...

note surfboards: custom log.

2011-01-27T14:45:00.000+08:00

note surfboards: custom log.: "this is matts new log..9'4' x 23 1/8' x 3'.....nose and tail both in the 17's... i call this model the tree device...or the heavy tree d..."

son of midget - peter farrelly - count three - insectsurfer - ariseth!

2011-01-19T22:13:00.004+08:00

last night i awoke to the strangest dream - midget farrelly steering a vee bottom stubby so on edge the deck of the board was facing the face of the wave - he was strong and young and brash - aloof - he took it through the rotting pillars of a miserable haunted bat shed - i look at the moon - it blinks - and i look at my hands - they creep - and this is not a haunted house but the town of my birth - only webbed and porch-moving like coloured dirty dough - mad children mingle in the playground nextdoor - johnno babbles about the mid-length manifesto - and all this is covered in dead fog - but some moony arms signal the end of darkness - and i miss my girl badly - and i'm talking to the son-of-midgett about the resurrection - peter farrelly ariseth! - insect surfer

the australian surfing resurrection in noosa - sponnoed by noosa longboards, noosa

2011-01-11T05:43:00.002+08:00

lacklan leckie and kent turkich conduct megabusiness related to the forthcoming resurrection. just look at their keen expressions! mad! keep an eye on those figures boys...hey, the ones on the page!

the japanese surfing resurrection - insects in noosa sponnoed by noosa longboards

2011-01-06T07:43:00.001+08:00

kent turkich secures megabusiness and rigamarol surrounding the japanese surfing resurrection - the hills behind conduct hallucinations of keven brennan and bobby brown funny gladness surfing national park - the conductor approves

vintage pacific surfcraft tee shirts @ noosa longboards - summer joy fun love and the spirit of untamed surfing

2011-01-05T13:50:00.003+08:00

vintage pacific tee shirts via email vintagepacificsurfcraft@gmail.com or at noosa longboards

the insects that are not aliens surfing club in noosa - sponnoed by noosa longboards, noosa heads, queensland australia

2011-01-05T09:54:00.000+08:00

tim crabtree the mod on a scooter - tripn balls pushing pies in hastings street - look out! don't tread on that banana cake - lachlan leckie with spiders in his hair and spiders in his eyes - the most bogus head cocks - bogus board swaps - noosa longboards sponsorship - thomas bexonyouthgonemad - peter farally mad on makaha footage - megan wagener with flowers in her hair and flowers in her eyes - d fin - toads - loose plans and misadveture - pure joy - pure joy

note surfboards: the messiah.

2010-12-30T14:11:00.000+08:00

note surfboards: the messiah.: "jamming his insect stick on a perth beachie.."

note surfboards: belinda baggs x note

2010-12-30T14:10:00.000+08:00

note surfboards: belinda baggs x note: "belinda feeling out one of my logs a few moths ago.... i just shaped her a strange 9'2' tree device. thanks to adam kobayashi for the pho..."

Is everybody in? The resurrection is about to begin.

2010-12-14T12:56:00.000+08:00

hobo meets the insects that are not aliens surfing club

2010-12-07T20:55:00.000+08:00

A man on an edge suburb beach appeared to me ranting like a he'd gone mad - apparently the breeze had penetrated his ear holes and eventually his mind - rekindling fears from desperate days spent in panel-van-craziness in the desert on the nullabor plain - and it reminded me of a dream i had about Russel Hughes surfing upon a strange peice of floating death valley earth - speaking at speed of Keven Brennan and how he had secured the saint's board - and he was speaking other strange ideas about surfing clubs and instructing on the art of logs and i would have been sure the salt had corroded his neurons and surely i would have concluded he was unsane if he had not then produced the head.

head

2010-12-06T13:09:00.000+08:00

A man on an edge suburb beach appeared to me ranting like a he'd gone mad - apparently the breeze had penetrated his ear holes and eventually his mind - rekindling fears from desperate days in panels van craziness in the desert on the nullabor plain - speaking at speed of keven brennan and how he had secured the saint's board - and i would have been sure the salt had corroded his neurons and he was speaking other strange ideas about surfing clubs and instructing on the art of logs and surely i would have concluded he was unsane. if he had not the produced the head

The Australian Surfing Resurrection

2010-12-06T12:44:00.000+08:00

the lime spders come alive

2010-10-30T05:02:00.000+08:00

FRI 10/12 - COOLANGATTA HOTEL SAT 11/12 - STEP INN (Bris)

alex bulpit understands

2010-10-29T14:42:00.000+08:00

alex bulpit is like nat young segment in endless summer. white stubbies. dainty, almost feminine movements, cynical. moffats region. hot generation child of the moon

weird scenes inside the goldmine

2010-10-19T13:01:00.001+08:00

Boom town Western Australia! Perth. Countless job seekers continue to voyage across the deserts from the east coast cities of people, and from abroad, globally, like ants, moths to a mine pit, insects. Like a stream of bats they come for the fat fruits of a mineral and resources boom which has provided this alien town with sanctuary from an otherwise complete world economic recession. That this is the site of a shift in surfing consciousness is perhaps ironic. Never-the-less, a change has been represented here. A movement toward raw, unabated, individualised surfing; separate from the demands of any mode. Total freedom, gauged not by proficiency, but pure, timeless joy, has been attained in the city of sprinklers; the desert town that brought us breakthrough rockers like the Scientists, the Hoodu Gurus, and Bonn Scott.

head cocks

2010-10-16T22:54:00.000+08:00

climb the wall that crawls. take your time. head cock. back to the source. driving that vee bottom against all odds into unheard involvement; amongst it now for pure joy. tubes? yes please...

just then black rain fell gently

the oracle formation film for the australian surf resurrection

2010-10-16T22:32:00.000+08:00

the australian surf resurrection captures the rise and rise again of the wild, untamed spirtit of australian surfing

the film provides a take on whats really going on in the backstreets, hidden coves and uncontained minds of surfing despite the mad regime of commerce which has otherwise curdled freedom into conformity

as a medium to show the truth about introverts, individuals and others doing their own thing and feeling free, the producers are open to any unattached surfers exhibiting their own style and statement

the darkness has passed over and a new dawn has begun

the australian surf resurrection documents the delivearance of surfing from the cruel bite of commercialisation which has been tightening its grip since the 1960s, with a raw, reckesss texture and psychedelic garage soundtrack

featuring both celebrated and unheard surfers from around the world on all sorts of craft in variable to perfect waves

HURRICANE FIGHTER PLANE: this is the one

2010-10-16T07:32:00.000+08:00

HURRICANE FIGHTER PLANE: this is the one

are you gonna be there?

2010-10-11T12:26:00.001+08:00

i had too much to dream last night

it may seem like i'm coming on strong, but this summer will deliver a vee bottom revival as reported to me through the red telephone in kind of whispering, just a dream from yesterday, coloured circles making their way around. queitly at first, but with increasing fidelity, mumurs from places, meddling with midlengths in california, noosa and a ragged pounding from coolangatta. rigmaroll curdling toward lift-off in january 2011. a paradigm shift started in 67, realised. all gods children gonna have there freedom

vee day. the vee bottom revival, noosa, summer 2011. are you gonna be there? do you understand the secrets of space and time?

THE ORACLE FORMATION

2010-10-02T22:04:00.000+08:00

The oracle formation is an easy mechanism for independent, wild or otherwise unrestrained surfers/artists to promote their creations without the mad insane complex which

generally runs the industry

freedom from magabusiness

an undisturbed flow from artist to practioner

COMING SOON FREEKS!

VEE DAY - UNDERSTANDING THE SECRETS OF SPACE AND TIME

2010-09-27T10:22:00.000+08:00

Bob tripn' balls and pulling out a prototype with some mild vee in it. Insect announces the dee day revival. Brothers and sisters. Do you understand?

strange voices from the edgy, inner grid roads of the boom town. brother richard

2010-09-18T00:44:00.000+08:00

Brother,
An old blurred photo ...surfer with classic arms in the air throws a nice wake up demonstrating high speed whilst gliding across a rough and stormy hallucination bay wall...this is the time and it will never be the same again.
Were tops now !

THE VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL

2010-09-13T10:06:00.000+08:00

Acid rain on witherted skin, acid tongue and a crazy grin. This is the summer of vee bottom joy. Refined. Edgy. The cricket bat is gone, but the potential for embryonic involvement, nestled in the bossom of your own mystery and memory, yet very present, remains. Its written in the Oracle this will happen again.. and soon. Its very important.

LACHAN LECKIE RECEIVES A VISION AND PROCEEDS TO SHED LIGHT UPON THE VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL

2010-09-13T09:44:00.005+08:00

A Coolangatta castaway, this man-child of the moon was raised in innocence, bowling his hoop after church on a Sunday, frolicking in the fields of Cobaki with his talking fluke. Then he started running with the fast set. Knost and his slippery-handed henchmen. He heard the call for surfing of a type which follows only the associations thrown up by the mind; an on-edge style with no discipline other than the rhythms of untamed nervous impulses, undisturbed flow, simultaneously grasping the conscious and unconscious aspects of the experience. Developing a distain for sensible surfcraft and the illusory singular truth regarding surfing as forged by the mad insane complex in general, Lachlan obsessed over the woolly mammoth; a space/time vessel of considerable functionality, a mid-length vee bottom stubby with zero hang-ups...

LACHAN LECKIE GETS READY FOR THE FORTHCOMING SUMMER 2010/11 VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL

2010-09-12T20:10:00.000+08:00

Sand-tripper stubbies - the shortest short in the nation ladies and gentlemen. No compromise. They don't just look good, they're functional.

2010-08-28T16:16:00.002+08:00

THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION

2010-07-18T10:00:00.004+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen and children of the insect, hot-doggers, kooks, rubbernecks, pork-choppers, cellar dwellars, swamp inhabitants sharpies and others; allow me to lay down the following news. This is to announce the death of the thinnest regime of truth which has dominated the art of surfing since the early epochs, from 1966 until yesterday morning at about 8:13 am, whereupon a think tank to do with a new style of on-edge surfing took place on the shores of Western Australia, Australia. No longer constrained by the mad insane complex of commerciality and sanitation which has reigned down upon the freedom and joy of what would otherwise be free thinking individuals, a contingent of surfers opened their minds to new dimensions of pure surf, direct from the id, portraying the limitlessness of the art as much as themselves; forsaking the demands of rule books and time itself, of suburban mind-locked defeatism. Lachlan Leckie of Coolangatta, New South Wales. Parrish Watts, Nooosa Heads, Queensland. Kent Turkich and Jock Bahen, locals but gypsies. As the sea turned to gold, the wind subsided, these boys really turned on. A style of surfing never seen in these parts. Growing awareness of what was at hand. Of the fragments, distant moments, thoughts, realities...coming together like atoms. A consolidated movement. A head-cock in the direction of Midget, a hint of Russel Hughes, gestures taken from the breadth of the glossary but improvised, unshackled, and generally in spite of mediocrity, homogeneity. If you go there. To Australia. Do be aware that a revolution of the self, of the spirit, is happening on those sunny shores, every very bit as much as an Australian Surf Resurrection. Kent Turkich

RESULTS FOR THE 13TH ANNUAL OLD MAL WHALEBONE CLASSIC - THE ORACLE CONTINGENT

2010-07-17T05:40:00.003+08:00

headcocks - 1st

pretty pointless midgett farrelly arm gestures - 1st

lamely doing nothing but cutting a perfect comment on the horizon - 1st

THE 2010 WHALEBONE OLD MAL CLASSIC - INSECT AND ORACLE CONTINGENT BOOM TOWN CONFUSION

2010-07-09T07:47:00.001+08:00

am i tripping balls man? i must be tripping balls. what is going on exactly cos i may be losing it. are my thoughts real or am i insane. please advise as i think you know.... - jordan nobel

APPEARING AT THE 2010 WHALEBONE OLD MAL CLASSIC - A MASTER OF TRADITIONAL EARLY TO MID 20TH CENTURY SURFCRAFT, THE CAPT'N, PARRISH WATTS

2010-06-29T09:12:00.005+08:00

Whats that out on the horizon? Its Capt’n P’dog guiding his hand-crafted 16 foot toothpick through the treacherous walls of the Laguna Bay Bombora. Moustache blowing, typically a dagger strapped to his ankle in case of sharks, barracuda, sea eggs! He masterfully rides the curl with gay abandon. Trusting in his seaman-like abilities. Sheer-terror! To the landlocked.
The VPS toothpick has been faithfully revisited using the plans of the original masters. Hang it on your wall to impress the swingers. Peggy-sue will love it too! But be sure to surf it.
Here or as slogan for vps in general - RAW, PRIMITIVE SURFING FROM A TIME WHERE THE SPIIRIT HAD NOT BEEN TAMED AND MOULDED BY THE RELENTLESS MACHINE OF MODERN MATERIALISM. see the captain at the 2010 whalebone old mal classic, an insect surfer appearing as part of the oracle contingent

words kent turkich

insects coming to the 2010 Whalebone Old Mal Classic as part of the oracle contingent - the Admiral Tim Crabtree

2010-06-29T08:49:00.005+08:00

An English stow-away, the Admiral Tim Crabtree has scraped together an existence in the Sunshine Coast woods, his modesty protected by a lone pair of crusty stubby shorts, scavenging like a fox for food scraps left in the backyards of the up-tight generation, occasionally eating like a king in the surf club car park. A Benny Hill-like wit and chiselled good looks have at one time or another endeared him to the lads as much as the ladies, but under the gaze of polite society he fails to function. Superior intelligence, aspergic precision and philosophical knowing have conspired to keep him on the other-side. His shortly cropped hair is straighter than that of Richie Cunningham, even the late/great Keith Paull, a destraction from his warped mind, otherwise apparent through an occasional twitch of the eye, a dribble, and other small discomforts. On an insect stick, however, Tim Crabtree is charged with the royal demeanour of his ancestor – Rodney Sumpter. Don’t miss a rare showing by this flamboyant introvert at the 2010 Whalebone Old Mal Classic.

THE 2010 OLD MAL WHALEBONE CLASSIC - THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB ARE COMING

2010-06-29T08:33:00.004+08:00

Lachlan Leckie (Esq)

A Coolangatta castaway, this man-child of the moon was raised in innocence, bowling his hoop after church on a Sunday, frolicking in the filelds of Cobaki with his talking fluke. Then he started running with the fast set. Alex Knost and his slippery-handed henchmen. He heard the call for surfing of a type which follows only the associations thrown up by the mind; an on-edge style with no discipline other than the rhythms of untamed nervous impulses, undisturbed flow, simultaneously grasping the conscious and unconscious aspects of the experience. Developing a distain for sensible surfcraft and the illusion of singular truths regarding surfing as proposed by the mad insane complex in general, Lachlan obsessed over the woolly mammoth; a space/time vessel of considerable functionality, a mid-length vee bottom stubby with zero hang-ups, coming to the 2010 Whalebone Old Mal Classic as a part of The Oracle Contingent, and a member in god standing of THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB.
Words by kent turkich - insectsurf.blogspot.com

THE JORDAN NOBEL ORACLE FORMATION 2010 WHALEBONE OLD MAL CLASSIC - BLURRED CRUSADE

2010-06-08T06:56:00.006+08:00

As if in a cameo, Jordan Nobel has felt estranged recently. He has been dreaming too much. Back to reality, his own truth, this wolf in sheeps clothing is a man of destiny; bound for the 2010 Whalebone Old Mal Classic.

The insects that are not aliens surfing club sells sanctuary to Jordan Nobel, Victorian Old Mal champion, the last of the introverts - sean hiding behind the curl, futily upholding his anonymity...

THE 2010 WHALEBONE OLD MAL CLASSIC - INSECT AND ORACLE CONTINGENT

2010-05-21T16:10:00.001+08:00

The oracle formation is a company which is teased out like a fungus between the wild west coast, Coolangatta and noosa heads, queensland, providing support for small undernourished brands producing largely traditional surfcraft, Australian made surf clothing, and other art

For the whalebone we will be representing vintage pacific surfcraft, magic carpet, note surfboards, insect, switchfoot book. possibly Thomas bexon surfboards too

A team of the nations best traditional surfers will be staying at the insect penthouse in Cottesloe and participating in the bone, showcasing an on edge style of surfing owing heavily to the ‘we’re tops now’ era of Australian surfing circa 1966, midget farelly disciples in stubbies!, an Australian surfing resurrection? –

Captain p’dog (Parrish Watts) – noosa’s finest waterman, shapes 16 foot toothpicks in the noosa hinterland, co-creator of the current noosa craze for handplanes and early 20th century bellyboards. Tom blake revisionist...

Lachlan Leckie (esq) – coolangattas finest vee bottom exponent and member of psychedelic surf band rogerthat (http://www.myspace.com/rogerthatofficial), lachie will be bringing his magic carpet surfboard creations, and other mind expanding surf art. Presently the focus of a drunkmonkey feature film capturing the edges of Australian surfing, hes Ted Spencer on the verge of religion...

The admiral Tim Crabtree – a Rodney Sumpter descendent, Tim spent years in hiding amongst the sunshine coast scrub, eating mushroom soup scavenged from the local surfclubs. He has since risen to prominence as one of a new breed of English expats embracing the functional style of surfing dropped off here by Phil Edwards in the early 60s as seen in the film Surfing Hollow Days. Slightly unsane, he draws a critical line...

Jordan Nobel – victorias reluctant old mal champion 2009, the man least understood by his peers, a neil young with were woilf tendencies, jordan nobel vowed to knock jock bahen off when he howled – ‘i will knock jock bahen off!!!’ from a jan juc mountain crest

THE COUNT THREE SURFBOARD BY INSECT

2010-05-21T16:03:00.002+08:00

The Count 3 is a traditional refined log adjusted through explorations of the curl by Jordan Nobel in Crescent Head, Jan Juc and other east coast trials, and according to Kent Turkich from tests in Noosa and the west coast. The Count 3 takes on the best parts of the 1966 ‘we’re tops era’ in conjunction with the heightened shaping consciousness of the present. Glassed in the finest resilient fashion by Sean Nettleton, this is the most traditional yet relevant longboard for point breaks and slop on either coast. Researched across both shores and through time...

Count 3 for pure joy!

SALES ENQUIRIES ARE ADMINISTERED THROUGH THE ORACLE FORMATION (AGENCY AND DISTRIBUTION FOR THE DREAMS OF SURFERS) CONTACT insectsurf@bigpond.com

THE COUNT 3 BY THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB; TRADITIONAL MIND SURFER FOR THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION 2010

2010-05-13T18:39:00.005+08:00

ABOUT THE COUNT 3

the count 3 is a traditional style log in refined condition, adjusted by explorations of the curl by jordan nobel in crescent, jan juc and other east coast trials, and according to kent turkich from tests in noosa and the west coast. a truly australian board, the count 3 takes on the best parts of the 66 'we're tops now' era in conjunction with the growing shaping awareness and surfing localities of the present. glassed by sean nettleton, this is the most traditional yet up-to-date board for point breaks to slop on either coast, researched across both shores and through time...get aboard, pure joy is the trip!

note surfboards have delivered

all hail

SALES ENQUIRIES ARE ADMINISTERED THROUGH THE ORACLE FORMATION (AGENCY AND DISTRIBUTION FOR THE DREAMS OF SURFERS) CONTACT mailto:insectsurf@bigpond.com

ARISETH! SISTER SASHA

2010-04-26T15:35:00.002+08:00

It would be almost impossible to have never heard of Note Surfboards. Their career has been the stuff of legend. Dangerously bizarre but most of all based in reality, Note represents everything that is truly reprehensible about surfing. A garage setting, ideals with integrity, glassing of the finest nature by Sean Nettleton. What's more, founding member of Note Surfboards, Jordan Nobel (the psycho-sexual Neil Young/Werewolf hybrid from hell) and soul-mate Sister Sasha Leitmanis (the ultimate bad girl vixen) are the architects of a far-out style that distills the swamp water, moonshine and nitrous-oxide of their Jan Juc surrounds down to a dangerous and unstable code of surfing. Their cultural impact has spawned a legion of devil cults and catfights in the line-up, and created in its wake a cavalcade of cave-stomping imitators, kooks enquiring -'human...or beast?' Their hair-raising perfomances in the soup , typically a total no-holds-barred new-traditional assault, are highlighted by more introspective moments of trim and tranquility. Pursuing this union of mayhem, they’re too far gone to even consider any other course...other than that headed for the innermost limits of the sun, the id, pure joy.

prophecies by kent turkich of the insects that are not aliens surfing club on behalf of note surfboards for the insectsurf jordan nobel pop art experimental trust

COUNT 3 THE 4TH

2010-04-13T15:40:00.003+08:00

The insects that are not aliens surfing club is about to release the Count 3 from the grave, the 66 space/time port hole, now as then - joy. Shaped by Jordan Nobel, glassed by Sean Nettleton, speculated upon by Kent Turkich. Arise!

FROM THE CAVES AND CULDESACS OF COOLANGATTA, AUSTRALIA, ROGERTHAT!

2010-04-13T07:21:00.002+08:00

THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB ARE DIGG'N THE CIRCUS-PSYCHE SOUNDS OF ROGERTHAT!
Got to cover these worm holes! Counting them as i go. The world is turning...round, and round. I keep on telling myself – ‘no one is following me.’ But roger that appear. 1, 2, 3...4! Murky at first; growing clarity and colour as they unbuckcle from the 4 holes, from the caves and uncharted subterranean seas below. A labyrinth. Space time continuum. Save me Jimmy, save me! They deliver to my oversized hand an oracle. Composure at last. A stitch in time saves 9, but loose lips sink ships. Regardless, I hear the oracle as it passes by the four in American civil war oufits, moustaches abounding ... Roger that started out playing surf clubs, stomps and bonfires on the gold coast, Australia, with a stack of reverb drippin’ dance hall favourites and lively instrumentals to a mincing following of nerdy men dressed largely in tan, crepe-soul desert boots and duffel coats. The darlings of the surfbeat sect, the nemisis of the inner suburban sharpies, dead meat for the rockers, these ‘four men in coke bottle glasses’ (as they were affectionatelly known by milk bar loiterers and kiosks hangers-on alike) have certainly come a long way since those lean, clean and slightly gay times. What happened, how did these young, straight-parted-hair boys go from bowling hoops in the culdesacs of Coolangatta to become the most progressive pop group of out times, prime perpetuators of the now sound: the sound understood only by the kids, the unheard, the down trodden? A wild, unattached meter of a generation detached from the down beat mood of their fathers, of the lost generation, of the zombie minded? Philosophers in paisley, mystical moon-worshippers. Destined to reside on the other side of the sidewalk. Roger 1 – jimmy! First and foremost, getting up to no good in his fathers tool shed, lead guitarist Jimmy stumbled upon the techniques of home distortion engineering in a Milo stained Boys Own Annual with Skippy on the front cover. The bush kangaroo never made much sound apart from a poorly dubbed – tutt tutt tutt; but when jimmy linked the wires of a discarded slot car set with an array of other rusted gadgets (according to the instructions in the manual), the resulting fuzz pedal created a sound to turn air to cottage cheese. Buzzzzzz! Roger 2 – Mad Daddy Dan! Feeling alone and unreal, drummer Dan transcribed his feelings on a floating scroll. This keith moon like child of the moon had trained his mind years before to move things, but he didnt care to do it anymore. Roger 2 – lord laclan leckie (esQ)! The oracle hovered to bass player lache. He couldn’t read it. But after talking with the caretaker on the plastic telephone, the inward looking lache found reality: solid, beautiful truth my friends. Recalling his desert ramblings, the boy-childs incoherent wandering through the Australian dessert 5 years ahead from now, lache produced a note pad and pecil. Fragmented, crazed sketches reflecting frayed memories strted to draw together into a coherent picture – the outline of a inner space probing moon-tailed vee bottom surfing board, the woolly mammoth, friends. Absenting himself temporarily from the group, lache returned from the soup, his mind still growing. Roger 4 – jesse! Finally, Singer jesse dropped his copy of Disraeli Gears in anticipation of the oracle. He ate Fruit Tingles every day for two weeks. Solid! Upon his return to the group, his only words were ‘When i surf, i dance for Allens’ Ladies and gentlemen and children of the sun, Rogerthat! - kent turkich http://www.myspace.com/rogerthatofficial http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3b83DaOu9E

DON'T BE AN EGG...VINTAGE PACIFIC SURFCRAFT

2010-03-30T18:23:00.003+08:00

belly boards rise again this easter weekend. be a disciple!! join the faithful!!

CRESCENT HEAD MALIBU CLASSIC 2010 OLD MAL MELT DOWN

2010-03-30T07:44:00.003+08:00

OLD MAL TO BE OVER 40S FRACADE - sisters and brothers i just dont see the diff, new, old...fairly old - none of its that old in the scheme of things, and the thing about the information revolution, the internet, the blogosphere, is that time and space are compressed, the spiral is squashed. its all on top of itself. like not long ago you couldnt look up a 60s garage band in an instant and change your hair style, or look up lance carson and get jazzed on that. its all the same stuff. just joy, self expression...the present era provides an opportunity to dissolve all those distinctions created by commercial interests starting around the time these boards were first ridden, which stiffled self expression and multiple truths. whether or not the present dilemma picks up on that opportunity is the question...for mine

DON'T SLIP ON THAT BANANA PEEL - THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB

NOOSA FESTIVAL OF SURFING 2010 RESULTS

2010-03-23T12:55:00.003+08:00

Results for insect surfers - appropriately knocked off in the early heats. Lachlan Leckie in the opens - disqualified for lack of rocker in his board. The Messiah in the old mal - shot down for pefect execution of Bobby Brown head cock. INSECTSURF

STICK IT IN YOUR SACK!

2010-03-11T03:41:00.003+08:00

From sunny Noosa Heads, Queensland, the VPS handplane is a pocket-sized surfing tool perfect for the sandgroper state (Western Australia!) in a crystalline to blown-out conditions. Regardless of your ability, from hotdogger to kook, you can enjoy the thrill of the deepest part of the curl at the City Beach Crusher, the Floreat Wedge, or the dreaded Scabs Shorebreak. Take care junior...this is serious fun! Alltime, anytime! Bang it in your glove box, stick it in your sack, the handsurfer is back!

boards for sale - no tyre kickers, rubbernecks and other zombies

2010-03-09T11:05:00.003+08:00

these boards are for sale secondhand southcoast in good nic. bloke whos selling them overdosed on mottled coloured fruit tingles in a fit of suburban psychosis - 'when i surf, i surf for allens' rarely now, since the incident. price is negotiable really good for shit to crystal conditions west coast

LEROY HELL RAISIN' TRAD SURF FOOTAGE

2010-02-19T08:14:00.002+08:00

Have you hooked up w Leroy? ‘leroy@drunkmonkeydigital.com' 0422712841 get onto him before, during and after the noosa festival.

Leroy produces the most hair raising footage of trad surfing ever imagined. Hes probably up to sharing a chiko roll while discussing the value of producing footage for your individual interests, as well as that which will go toward the return of the great assuie trad surf movie – a blast of psychedelic surf footage capturing creepy nerds from the swamps of aussie surf town culdesacs and back alleys, to the tune of kiosk rockers rogerthat and 80s/60s/friggn90s/2000s garage heads the stems, with limited narration by a radio announcer with residual conservative English accent, asking wats inside a curl? like he was talking about scones

Don’t trip on that banana peel!

Cmon! The great aussie surf resurrection is about to begin. Pull your fingers out helmet wearers!

Jordan nobel – consider the prospects of putting some stuff together

kent turkich @ ttree - lame midgett fiasco on count 5 garage series insect stick

2010-02-08T05:09:00.002+08:00

the insect trust tempting retribution at ttree during the first swells of this joyous summer, executing mutant midgett jive of limited functionality

THE BIG QANTAS JET TAKES OFF

2010-01-31T08:33:00.004+08:00

i gave jordan nobel an insects that are not aliens surfing club miki dora insect head tee that he must wear on the plane with his hair slicked back, rigid raybans, stove pipes, thin beatles tie and swede desert boots, waving as he makes his way across the tarmac and up the stairs, pausing for pictures. the big qantas jet takes off. after his time in these mystical marshes, new zealand, jordan nobel will return to torquay, his mind still growing, to put glass on the count 3 surfing boards

BROTHER TIM TAKES ON SYDNEY

2010-01-20T20:51:00.003+08:00

Brother Tim Takes a trip to the harbour city. Boys and girls alike beware. The great archaeologist/insect surfer will retrace, scene by scene, the route taken by the film The Fantastic Plastic Machine. Ted Spencers flower in the sand at Manly? Midgetts footsteps on the Northern Beaches, Nat gone natural monologue clunkers amongst the stones thereabouts too. The vee bottom odyssey continues in 2010...

VINTAGE PACIFIC SURFCRAFT BELLY BOARDS - LOOK MUM...PLEASE? OH OKAY TIGER, I'LL GET ONTO INSECT SURF, BUT YOU MUST EAT YOUR SPROUTS...

2010-01-20T20:45:00.004+08:00

Sunny Noosa. Seems there's a wave at every corner. And don't the kids love it! And why shouldn't they? Sporting the latest in VPS belly board designs (they come in all the colours of the rainbow by the way) these sun sucking boys and girls are demonstrating previously unseen acts of crusher defiance, dumper dexterity, pipe proficiency; showing extraordinary skill and expertise behind the 'curl', and now you can get lucky (hang on - in the surf that is), experience the same thrill, all across Australia through Vintage Pacific Surfcraft and Insect. Hey junior can i have a go? Sure daddy-o, these come in all shapes and sizes for hangers-on and hotdoggers alike - just let go...

YOU CAN TRUST IN JORDAN NOBEL

2010-01-10T13:02:00.001+08:00

just spent two weeks on the road with three surfboards.things started bad.my dog jack died from the hand of god...he dropped a rock on him as i was surfing southside.this was a cruel and unusual twist of fate though it did nothing to ease my foot to the floor urges.i told myself jokes for five days on the southcoast,funny jokes too.then went north for more crystal dreams.i ran with some wolves in crescent,heavy bearded wolves with wild ambition and reckless hearts.then things got really fuckin strange...it was a full moon....i had a beard....i saw a man howling at the moon! it wasnt me but at the time i thought it was..i was like, fuck, hows jordan over there howling at the moon...oh wait, im jordan!!hahaha....then i went to a cave and when i came out the world was a different place...wild restless wanderings..in this great southern land..are never enough..driver reviver survivor..thats me.

A NOTE ON THE COUNT 3 - THE M.R. INDEX

2010-01-10T11:32:00.001+08:00

It should have high mr (midget response) ie every stall, head cock, hand jive, arms up stall, arms up turn, cutback should be accentuated. Wen you do that stuff...

CHILD OF THE MOON - by jordan nobel

2010-01-10T11:15:00.002+08:00

give me a theory
ill tell you a story...
i had a wild holiday no doubt.
nothing that couldnt be expected.
got loose with a former pipe master,howled at the moon all night with wild savages on lizard skin crescent head new years rocks.wild time...

ITS ABOUT TIME - JUST LET GO AND THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB IN COLLABORATION WITH JORDAN NOBEL NOTE SURFBOARDS WILL PROVIDE

2010-01-09T10:41:00.006+08:00

Timeless exploration of the curl and your unshackled mind. Joy. Anything you want to do, peggy sue - trust in the insect this summer, as the summer of 67. This is the time...Production on the now range of insect inner space surfing vessels starts this week.

THE INSECT SURF JORDAN NOBEL POP ART EXPERIMENTAL TRUST TAKES FLIGHT

2010-01-05T18:59:00.005+08:00

Jordan Nobel is an angelhearted hipster who has been otherwise engaged in the usual cosmic misadventures over the festering season (perfect days in Crescent Head, Northern, New South Wales, Australia, albeit with otherworldly figures in tow). He has landed. And just in tyme to join minds with the insect to finally complete the great Australian 66 surf resurrection, the Keven Brennan revival. The space time continuum will testify that we are tops now as then (with a gay cheerio to all our international friends, we love you all), and Jordan Nobel space vessels with Kent Turkich speculation will deliver YOU from the drudgery of domestic hell to the id of insect ideology, timeless surfing in an age where time is irrelevant, a borderless sea, at last...Our new models will emerge over the month. Rest easy, friends.

THE INSECT SURF JORDAN NOBEL POP ART EXPERIMENTAL TRUST

2009-12-24T04:54:00.005+08:00

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.

TAKE A TRIP INSECT

2009-12-11T10:41:00.001+08:00

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 insectsurf@bigpond.com or 0437410050.

tHE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB - SUMMERTIME CHILDREN; TAKE A TRIP...MARGARET RIVER TO NOOSA 2010

2009-12-11T09:51:00.003+08:00

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...

VINTAGE PACIFIC SURFCRAFT - in western australia through the insects that are not aliens surfing club

2009-12-11T09:42:00.002+08:00

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 -insectsurf@bigpond.com or 0437410050

SWITCH-FOOT 2 IN WESTERN AUSTRALIA - C-MON KOOKS!

2009-12-11T09:32:00.003+08:00

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 insectsurf@bigpond.com 0437410050

COUNT 3 COMING - RESURRECTION 66 BY INSECT SURF

2009-12-02T21:23:00.003+08:00

the count 3 in shaping...arise spirit of midgett, soul of nat, ghost of keven - shall we go, you and i brothers and sisters, through the transitive nightfall of diamonds? 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66 66

GARAGE ALBUMS YOU GOTTA HAVE...RUBBERNECKS! - THE SEEDS SELF TITLED by insect surf kent turkich

2009-12-01T19:40:00.003+08:00

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

ARISETH! BY INSECTSURF

2009-11-18T18:27:00.003+08:00

back from the grave - the 66 australian surf ressurection is about to begin. is everybody in!? the insect and the jester have joined minds above the moon - new boards, tees, stubbies soon

LANCELIN INSECTSURF FIASCO - WIDE OPEN ROAD ODYSSEY TO ANOTHER PLAIN

2009-11-09T15:52:00.003+08:00

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

AUTHOR OF SWITCHFOOT AND SWITCHFOOT 2 SPEAKS! - INSECTSURF

2009-11-05T20:34:00.004+08:00

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...

LANCELIN HELL CITY

2009-10-19T17:15:00.003+08:00

The most isolated part of the most isolated city of the most isolated continent is suitably marginal in climate and culture - but for THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB, hoons and assorted escapees, it is sometimes home.

COCK JOCKS 4 2010

2009-10-19T17:02:00.002+08:00

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

INSECTSURF IS DIGGIN' FROM THE GRAVES OF AUSTRIA - THE TRASH BONES

2009-10-16T08:02:00.002+08:00

Viennas fuzziest garage ghouls from the other sidewalk -http://www.myspace.com/wildevelandthetrashbones

INSECTSURF GIG REVIEW - THE STEMS LAST HOMETOWN GIG @ MOJOS FREMANTLE

2009-10-06T12:54:00.004+08:00

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

the insects that are not aliens surfing club - contribution from founding member lucergic

2009-09-23T14:53:00.003+08:00

“i like keith Richards, i like keith moon”---james baker.

GARAGE ALBUMS YOU GOTTA HAVE...BOWL HEADS! - PSYCHOTIC REACTION BY THE COUNT FIVE

2009-09-12T11:45:00.004+08:00

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.

GARAGE ALBUMS YOU GOTTA HAVE...FREAKS! - FOREVER CHANGES BY LOVE

2009-09-12T11:20:00.003+08:00

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.