the first epoch

the first epoch
welcome to the first epoch of the insects that are not aliens surfing club - timeless joy. to be taken to the second epoch, please click on the pic or go to http://insectsurf.tumblr.com/ but don't blow your mynd...away

parsley dreaming

parsley dreaming
mythological petals and flowers and surfing tyme in hallucination bay - a delicious ride into the unconscious mynd of surfing - you can hear in the distance mad trains to the heart of a port city and the spirit of surfing and beyond that too - the australian surfing resurrection infinately cosmic post-dogger-post-corporate surfing for truth! - in parsley dreams (stay out of the maze)

pic dean darby

a portal on the verge of the psychic realm (other side) - click to be transported to the the insects that are not aliens surfing club - eternal recurrence - a brief interlude on the tryp to the second epoch

forever mysteries and ? in the new dawn of australian surfing

forever mysteries and ? in the new dawn of australian surfing
a weatherboard wall of mystery in a byron back-street conjures up the spectre of lachlan leckie out of eternity 10 years into the future unphotographable except by the hobo photographer dean darby

king of caloundra - cuts doloro (centre) - at the new dawn

cuts doloro paisley fin - the mystical salty merchants - contact lach@thesaltymerchants.com

boomtown rambler on the edge of unsanity scent of summery-bright day original dreams and resurrection (some ghosts in the teatree bush) - pic dean darby

the unknowns - hunched

other-side surf

other-side surf
noosa hot generation psych-out kiosk lurkers of the knight bubbling-up from the underground - pic lachlan leckie

a back-alley psychedelic band the mynds eye shake-it

the greaser matty chonoski looking at the ghost of andy warhurst in the haunted southern most (tasmanian) colonies of australia - pic dean darby

meganan wagner wyld and free exhibiting mad mystical salty merchants fin - go to http://www.thesaltymerchants.bigcartel.com/category/fins or click on link trypper!

raquel welch dreaming of the new dawn

the otchkies shake-up the mad regime!


the otchkies


angus otchkie out of his mynd

The Australian surfing resurrection: Shake-it brothers and sisters of the wyld knight!

The Australian surfing resurrection: Shake-it brothers and sisters of the wyld knight!
take the trip now with a loose cast of duffel coat disciples in an ironic maroon volvo bound for an inner space journey along the smaller, forgotten routes from sydney to noosa heads, australia

a strange apparition lingering around a kiosk in tugan

non-time

the australian surfing resurrection - pie shop sinners

the australian surfing resurrection - pie shop sinners
A pie shop in Avalon imagines the enduring spirit of surfing: past, present, future (undead) - thanks Trevor Newby for this godly pic found in a north beach shack

the entranceway to play

the entranceway to play
Sitting in a parlor, in a straight-back chair. Your mother slowly starts to descend the stairs. The butler ushers me out the door. Your mother told him said to wait outside. Where is the entranceway to play? Where is the entranceway to play? Play, play, play, play, play. Play, play, play, play, play the Count Five surfboard - Thomas Bexon shaping, Jake William Bowery glass, The Hot Generation lurking in the madness of the dream...

channel five (tune in) - dean darby

peter tork considers the count five surfboard and is illuminated by the spirit of 66

dean darby the photographer is a mysterious hobo from the dank shacks of an edge suburb near a desert - jazzed - flashing (have you seen the saucers?)

the gato-set

the gato-set
evan daley-tripper stands erect with a wild death dagger. click on the pic for more far-out foils from his venus mind


when the waves are big in sydney, the more adventurous surfers head to the harbour. here, matt chojnacki, palm beach's pomade king, barefoot psychobilly, the greaser, surfs an unlikely wave of pleasure as a strange boy looks on - amazed - matty has done it again! (nancy sinatra and lee hazelwood are similarly impressed as they look out from a tree, one velvet morning in sydney, australia, the harbour city) - pic bluesnapper


'this place agrees with me more than any place i have ever known...'

the mysical salty merchants

the mysical salty merchants
while travelling in the deserts of new world america with a wild temptress on a paisley camel, lachlan leckie was infected by a strange hallucinogenic germ passed down body to body from his ancestors until it reached his own. potentially poisonous, the germ induced convultions and near death but ultimately gave rise to the mystical salty merchants

ancient seaman - leckie clan


mystical salty merchants loaded camel tee - coolangatta culdesac production - these are made by one of australia's keenest artists and vee bottom surfers. for more information and designs, or to get one, go to http://www.thesaltymerchants.com/blograil/, click on the pic or visit the australian surfing resurrection

shake-up the new dawn brothers and sisters of the knight!

shake-up the new dawn brothers and sisters of the knight!
five years into the future the insects that are not aliens surfing club (depicted by the mad photographer dean darby) at hallucination bay countering the narrowing circles of the surfing form into ever widening spheres of pure spirit into eternity and the insane cosmos (beyond)

wild cave girls in a mystery

messiah


ghost of kent turkich

Some mournful boomtown pine trees imagine The Messiah (Mark Matisons) in a strange embrace with the eternal undead spirit of surfing at Hallucination Bay. Moving to the mad-bebop-rhythm of his purest being, for pleasure; wild-eyed-exuberant and trance-like in parallel stance. Phil Edwards stands on a hill (gleeful-ecstatic-joy at this wild scene of deliverance from the frail chains of surfing for commerce or competition). In a too-clean cafeteria some zombies eat bacon, smug.

mockers

mockers


mods and rocker unite to discuss the sequential, cyclical, moving-ever-changing form of surfing in the new era, and 1966, next week in noosa heads


it's a new dawn (noosa 2012)

it's a new dawn (noosa 2012)
jake bevan: angel-hearted bebop log steerer and surfmat rider from the mean-dark streets of sydney


(keith) paul erratic bird madness in the long pink dusk




the second annual world bellyboard exhibition

doomy noosa afternoon of love

doomy noosa afternoon of love
a catastrophic cloud evokes an image of a surfer on a noosa point while dane peterson takes a picture of that scene. for more sensitive surfing pictures by (the in-love) dane go to http://www.danepetersonphotography.com/ or click on pic

more gato heroi surfboards from the back-alleys of manly beach, australia!

more gato heroi surfboards from the back-alleys of manly beach, australia!
a death dagger surfboard made by sickrat during a period of heightened insight (for angelo). more gatos on the way to australia - click on the pic for more information (postdoggers!)


evan daley-tripper moon-howler in the mysical noosa night (some surfie ghosts in the background)

wild tales from the other side of scott wintle!

wild tales from the other side of scott wintle!
click on the pic to be taken down the slime path to crusty-paparazzi and more mad pics from the back shacks (swampmonsters live there: beware)

kent turkich alleviating (keith) paul of his responsibilities regarding an inner tea tree cylinder (portal) to outer space - pic by scott wintle

scott wintle - thrill seeker (the head in the water) - real surfing photography in the trajectory of a suncrazed misfit on the nose - pic by al ashwerth

the mummies - wild undead garage band - go insane!

it's a new dawn

it's a new dawn
Alex Bulpit playing Cuts Doloro to deceive the crowd. Nat Young–scene-Endless Summer-stylings and a tee shirt bearing an inconceivably small logo. Illegible, but familiar - he turns his snotty nose up at dead beat minds, coming out of his Caloundra culdesac batcave, sneering, wild-eyed bringing unspeakable revelations.

bobby

bobby
this is bobby brown tearing down the line of a sandon point crystal cylinder ship about to catapult the great one into eternity all to the sound of Love

alex bulpit cuts back - pic high seas studio (click to go there creeps!)

the easybeats in england

eternal summer 66

eternal summer 66
love the flower-child

kiosk wear for the australian surfing resurrection

kiosk wear for the australian surfing resurrection

capt pdog tee by vintage pacific surfcraft


surfing shirt by asr

the banshees mad-laughing-in-a-lane

the spiders fuzz-out...shakin' up...the...new...dawn

the great gut-slide sensation! - noosa 2012

the great gut-slide sensation! - noosa 2012

a surprising uprising of honest surfing spirit

a surprising uprising of honest surfing spirit
foam symmetry

insect tee shirts available presently for saturday's children

insect tee shirts available presently for saturday's children
shake-up the new dawn - acid mushroom of illusion

count five! - eternal summer 66

trip through the endless circles of tomorrow

trip through the endless circles of tomorrow

(keith) paul enters the insect trust

(keith) paul enters the insect trust
returning from the northern desert communes with a head full of stems and flowers, (keith) paul is overcome with joy as the young postdogger is presented with an exciting proposition - a deal with the insects that are not aliens surfing club rumoured to be valued somewhere in the double figures. a star member of the insect exhibition team, appearing in truck stops, kiosks and beat cafes across australia this summer. full of hope - gazing into the eternal turquoise sky blue lavender paisley – wishing up a dream – 1000 years ago

a group of cave-girls appears savage

an uncomfortably long (eternal) hand-shake confirms the deal. the resurrection beckons (bexon shapes a surfboard)

greatings to blake 7 from sydney, australia, and to gato heroi!

greatings to blake 7 from sydney, australia, and to gato heroi!
blake 7 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)

donna flower child

900 million people making love

900 million people making love
lost in a dream, peter farrelly falls off the edge of his mind

love the flower child. godfather of garage. sky saxon is in my head

kent turkich makes surfing shirts in a salmon brick penthouse on the side-streets of an australian beach on the edge of a city of people. a candle looks forlorn. burnt out

seedpsych ***!



farrelly


sky saxon turns his back on tyme (and space) - slippn' and falln'

peter farrelly paints the sky with his mind's eye while riding a long wave, noosa heads, queensland, australia (a head floats in the warm water)

all praise postdoggerism! thank the lord (keven brennan)

all praise postdoggerism! thank the lord (keven brennan)
gato heroi - what's on your mind? the ballad of the hip dead proclaims - 'A true postdogger in any give surf situation remains casual yet expresses through gesture, maneuver, or trick his or her relationship with the wave and the ocean's unpredictability. In this casualness, a postdogger's personalty is shown. Remember personalities differ in certain degrees from postdogger to postdogger, no right or wrong, overt or introvert. Sometimes the most functional maneuver is doing absolutely nothing and just standing there. Riding in the tube, fits the perfect example. Sometimes, just a smile fits the definition. Sometimes, just being a cool cat in the critical section and then whipping out some insane gesture when faced with the act of wave riding follows the spontaneous ethos of postdoggerism.' (Edfactor @ Gato, pic of Evan Daley Tripper entering the sacred mushroom of abstract sound on final-scenes-hot-generation-spaceship by PERO)

a strange party of executives imagines miki dora concurring with the previous sentiments

gato heroi wild adventure into the inner realm of oz

gato heroi wild adventure into the inner realm of oz
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/ or click on this pic and it will transform you forthwith)








boy receives new gato - next week

be like an insect, (love the flower child)

insects shake-it

insects shake-it
the waves are fast and tight. the messiah, (keith) paul and kent are...turning on






hallucination bay - travel with your mind

hallucination bay - travel with your mind

phil edwardian revisionist the messiah cutting back on a wave (paul smyth pic - click to be taken there)

(keith) paul enters the insect trust

(keith) paul enters the insect trust

(keith) paul flower child from the northern garages and desert communes - saturdays child free and wylde - shares a little joke with the world - insect trust member in good standing - ariseth!


(keith) paul - what's got into you?

?

the truth about surfing

the truth about surfing
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. (click on pic for the scoop, rubbernecks!)

tim crabtree's wild trip

tim crabtree's wild trip
Tim Crabtree investigating the wisdom of walls on the verge of an Insect Trust funded trip to the new world – sailing to the Americas, strange ungodly creatures, mermaids, astronomy… - Karl Mackie Photography (click on pic)

the spiders

cosmic signals from Tokers Sliding Commune

cosmic signals from Tokers Sliding Commune
The Otchkies. Flower children able to move teacups with will-power. Making blinkered minds crumble like scones. Turn up your radio freaks! - http://www.triplejunearthed.com/THEOTCHKIES (or click on image)

shake-up the new dawn

shake-up the new dawn

another planet

another planet
The Messiah (seen here going right) - the world's finest exponent or the functional style of surfing. Armageddon just around the corner - mushroom clouds falling - acid rain falling on some sad black hills where giant scorpions and other snakey mysteries live beneath a desert city (gone batty).

mystical salty merchants

mystical salty merchants
lachlan leckie hanging around the deserts, ports and jazz cafeterias of southern california...tomorrow



jimmy - dangerous - looking for frantic kicks in a hot neighbourhood

miki dora running on his own time

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


the creatures

the otchkies shake-up the new dawn

the otchkies shake-up the new dawn
the otchkies come with the morning reign and conduct a wyld affair in the southern most regions of the mind (click on the pic to be transported)



spring-joy-sun

spring-joy-sun
some wild dandelions imagine a wave





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

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…


midget farrelly cutting back

it's a mod mod world

it's a mod mod world
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.




Count five!

Count five!
the count five - enquiries insectsurf@bigpond.com

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

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

the folklords

the otchkies

the otchkies
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?’



the creatures

insect trip - go!

insect trip - go!
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)

bexon stringerless shape - jake bowrey glass


gleeful surf store

gleeful surf store
up a garden path - some gnomes hiding - ghosts of bodgies kreeping around in desert boots




scarborough longboards - a golden room of surfing secrets offering resistance on the edge of the boom town

the universe is permeated with the odour of paisley

the universe is permeated with the odour of paisley
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

the pandoras snarling garage

count 3 - the messiah

count 3 - the messiah
sad-haunted-ship-crazy-moon-child

a far out trip into the paisley underground


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

kent turkich meets the critical slide society
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!)


kent at first point, noosa heads, australia

a port city at night

a port city at night
a strange seafarer rides a wave of discontent on the edge of the desert, in the boomtown - a ghastly solitude in the background - primordial darkness breaths restlessly in the limestone caverns beneath - eels - troglodytes...mad dead sailors!


just let yourself go

just let yourself go
raoul braithwaite - a mod from the inner city - life member of the paisley underground - crazy bing disc in indonesia - cutting back on a wave


in australia - a strange stubbie shaped by jordan nobel in the side-streets...of his own mind!

the seeds

wild surf on the shores of australia!

wild surf on the shores of australia!
captain parrish watts escorts a distressed hipster from almost certain death in the treacherous waters of first point, noosa heads, securing the loyalty of the lad (jared mell) with a refreshing beverage! pic dane peterson


and whatever next?! harold holt (sporting the latest in surfy attire) has a laugh with the ladies! take it easy harold - you're out numbered!

the australian surfing resurrection continues to mount...

the australian surfing resurrection continues to mount...
limitless pleasure on the edge of tyme

evan daley - the daley tripper - a californian expat messing with tyme and some of the finest inner space saucers in sydney, australia...the harbour city!


kent turkich - a mad affliction for fuzz guitar - in a boomtown hinterland

hallucination bay

hallucination bay
the messiah




the count 3

the count 3
the count 3 - a mad sufing vessel designed for staying deep in the cosmic cylinder of joy...and beyond

noosa heads, queensland, Australia - and all the children have gone a little bit...mad

noosa heads, queensland, Australia - and all the children have gone a little bit...mad
peter farrelly here, riding a count 3 surfboard - a member of the new breed of young, brash, WILD! surfers from the darkened culdesacs of sunshine beach - a strange lunatic who has been hangn' around with the wrong kind of kids, but who is too far gone to realise it - demonstrating a radical new style of surfing informed by a youth spent in the beat dives - lurking in the shadows of knight...crazy psych music...fuzz guitar...wig out...feeling purple...tasting green...



peter farrelly has levitation - don't trip on that banana peel peter!

another surf, another planet

another surf, another planet
andre georgieff, the photographer, going left on a cosmic shoe, on another planet

the pandoras perform in a haunted sea cave



a seagull conjures up an image of kent turkich - contemplative

the messiah @ hallucination bay

the messiah @ hallucination bay







saturday's children

saturday's children
sara page casts a spell over a port city - just one look and nothing else exists



in a mysty blue cove on the edge of armageddon, kent turkich continues a universal quest into the innermost vortex of the breaking wave, the cosmic cylinder, the crystal ship - noseriding is over (again). pic andre georgieff

a mystery trip to a far-off land of surf, pleasure and freedom...freedom...freedom?

a mystery trip to a far-off land of surf, pleasure and freedom...freedom...freedom?
the australian surfing resurrection takes-off


The critical slide society in the western deserts – the last wall of the castle

The critical slide society in the western deserts – the last wall of the castle
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).

the latest from the new york stock exchange

the latest from the new york stock exchange
gsi up two and 3/4s - mental illness split 3 for 1 - ulcers up 1 - the australian surfing resurrection, that's the australian surfing resurrection, is up 10 points - the great society, unfortunately is down five points. the boomstate is a cultural culdesac requiring something sacred

count 3 - the messiah

count 3 - the messiah
a triumph of cosmic knowing - understanding the secrets of space and time - a conspiracy of mysticism and autistic precision - the insectsurf jordan nobel pop art experimental trust - glassed by sean nettleton

wolf-girl peeks at the count 3 from a magic hollow

wild scenes in noosa. five years from now

wild scenes in noosa. five years from now



alex bulpit - moffats beach mod - no easybeat - dizzily recalling last nights catastrophic rambling through glistening hastings street - creeping around the slime bins of cafe lemonde - slick hair midnight disappearing in the back shacks

a clock melts into the sand

a strange presence beneath the noosa festival of surfing

a strange presence beneath the noosa festival of surfing

pic justin bevan


Lachlan Leckies mad mad MAD! world of surfing at the noosa festival of surfing!

Lachlan Leckies mad mad MAD! world of surfing  at the noosa festival of surfing!
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 bellyboards

its a mad mad mad world of bellyboards
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!

Sydney australia

Sydney australia
matt chonoski gos...right. an old man looks on. (pic sproutdaily)


DAley tripper

DAley tripper
like a child in a sweet shoppe, evan daley has shed the veil of tears tying him to the grim illusions of yestrday - taking to the colonies - and a tomorrow realising outstanding creativity, originality, sensitivity and sheer (other) dimension - a daley tripper smelling little flowers with the honey bees in the fields of...love (click on pic for gato heroi madblog)


good lord this is ravin' madd - radio shy-c

good lord this is ravin' madd - radio shy-c
a mystic tide brought a madd message to the insect bat-shed tomorrow - a crazed garage lunatic from the forests of eastern europe has been eminating to the general ether all kinds of insane fuzz and garage and psychedelic, moondelic!, sounds - lost blasts of truth and outrageous insight into the universal mind of the beat of 66 - the shadows of knight - venus fly traps - sir winston and the commons - sound sounds of reality - we the people, and wolf girl, are astounded...check this ludacrous link out by clicking on the pic...derranged!

kai from hamburg, in germany, gets his bowl cut, 5 years from now, another time

in australia, the resurrection is underway

in australia, the resurrection is underway
Lachlan Leckie pulls out of Cobaki, on the margins of sunny Coolangatta, sporting the latest in high tech gadgetry and a very smart looking gentlemens moustache, or face fungus. Here he go's!


Kent Turkich. Out the back. Noosa Heads, Queensland, Australia.

wolf-girl peers out from a gloomy forest hide-out

something has been following me (all summer)

something has been following me (all summer)
There's 50 000 spaceships (watching over me). Have you seen the saucers? Have you seen the saucers? Wolf-girl nods.


the australian surfing resurrection film madness

the australian surfing resurrection film madness
Since about October 1966, the great joy and diversity of 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? currently under production through reel dusty productions/lachlan leckie industries coolangatta hinterland





the keven brennan appreciation society

the keven brennan appreciation society
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...


jake bevan (pic by justin bevan)



Peter Farrelly is an Insect

Peter Farrelly is an Insect
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


peter farrelly

peter farrelly
In Noosa Heads, Queensland, Peter Farrelly (out the back) is quite a hit with the crowd. And why not? He's every bit the larrikan. It's gay times and jokes a-plenty as the nutty Norwegian executes the hard-to-pull-off 'nose ride' high and tight in the 'curl', riding the wave right into shore. Like a flock of Laughing Jackasses, the crowd goes mad. Exposed to an overdose of the 13th Floor Elevators, the Electric Prunes, the Seeds and other disturbing 'music' all too often heard in the beat clubs, surf clubs and sports halls, Peter recently lost his mind.


The Australian Surfing Resurrection

The Australian Surfing Resurrection
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!



moffats beach madness

moffats beach madness
alex bulpit defends the sands and sad side streets of moffats beach against deadbeats - a turtle orchestrates heavy thunder - a waterfall comes from the tragic cliffs - rainbow



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

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

the insects that are not aliens surfing club gos summer-mad in noosa - sponnoed by noosa longboards

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 - vintage pacific surfcraft sellout like the hoodoo gurus in 1987 - 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






the messiah

the messiah
complete madness - on edge - the result of sitting cross legged in the sand dreaming of the other side - investigations into the midnight - a Count dance - great charm and dignity


in california, the vee bottom revival continues, unchecked, unattached, unsane

in california, the vee bottom revival continues, unchecked, unattached, unsane

Is everybody in? The resurrection is about to begin.

Is everybody in? The resurrection is about to begin.
Sydney, Australia, a big city by the sea. pic justin bevan


Thomas Bexon, just down from the Sunshine Coast, shows the Sydney men a thing or two about style from the...other side...of the border...and surfing, overall. The hard to execute 'pivot turn'. Dangerous but effective. Look out! pic justin bevan

Chonoski, the greaser, surveys the soup from the confines of a his slightly lowered Valiant - saying 'naa, you boys should have been here 5 years from now (chuckle)' pic justin bevan

Bobby Brown go's left!


Cronulla Sunny Craziness. Matt Johnson sets up a tricky 'stall' in the most dangerous part of the curl. Here he go's!

Matt Johson - sensitive child of the resurrection

some sharpieson the shore, culdesac-sad daggared rockers from hell

journey to the centre of the insect mind

journey to the centre of the insect mind

come where the pleasure seekers are

come where the pleasure seekers are
Some bedless dandies dropped by. Megan Wagner, the Californian, is very mystical. Sensitive sister of the moon. I feel better for knowing her. Lachlan Leckie. Brother is my brother. My Digestives melted yesterday.

sara love forever

days of quiet sun

days of quiet sun



surfers out of the habit of scientists hallucinations

surfers out of the habit of scientists hallucinations





tim crabtree straightens himself out in new zealand

tim crabtree  straightens himself out in new zealand
In his earlier days he'd been to sea, learning the ropes and rigmarol of that way of life; sky-larking in a manner which defied his refined background; heir to the greater part of the potato crops covering the sad southern end of England, a fortune in spuds sustaining misadventure, wandering and tremendous joy; carbohydrates shakily upholding a rudderless course to discover the depths of the ocean as much as the cracked, impure psychology of a machine-gun intellect verging on the edge of the edge of insanity, as on the edge of the flat Earth. A sunshine coast castaway. He secured love in New Zealand. And other pleasures. Tim Crabtree understands


wild, wild scenes inside the gold mine.

wild, wild scenes inside the gold mine.
Sand inhabitant. Kent Turkich. The writer. Aspergic precision. Other-times near manic outpourings of Keven Brennen affections. Garage rock recklessness. On a vee bottom. These pics by Andre Georgieff.

baby pixie sister the most beautiful lady girl

the darkness has passed over and a new dawn has begun

the darkness has passed over and a new dawn has begun

are you gonna be there?

are you gonna be there?
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 a kind of whispering, just a dream from yesterday, coloured circles making their way around. quietly 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 surely and rightfully realised despite the epoch of darkness which subsequently subjugated it for forty five years since the advent of commercialism, of competition, of marketing by meatheads, landlocked jocks depriving introverts and other enlightened souls of the truth they know is there, beyond the covers of the dogma they peddle as magazines, fashion and other ploys. 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?

just let go

just let go

1966 TO THE PRESENT, THIS IS TIMELESS JOY

1966 TO THE PRESENT, THIS IS TIMELESS JOY
Tim Crabtree. From Noosa Heads, Queensland! Trim and time lord. He, just, let...go.



Captn' P'Dog

TRIPPN' BALLS PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS THE ORACLE FORMATION

TRIPPN' BALLS PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS THE ORACLE FORMATION
The Australian Surfing Resurrection 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...freaks!

VEE DAY - DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE SECRETS OF SPACE AND TIME?

VEE DAY - DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE SECRETS OF SPACE AND TIME?

mctavish tripn' balls and pulling out the prototype for the current vee bottom revival

chonoski vee bottom test summer 2011

5 years ahead of the present time

5 years ahead of the present time


share a little joke with the world. timeless joy. the insect

share a little joke with the world. timeless joy. the insect

SUMMER 2010/11 VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL

SUMMER 2010/11 VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL
Acid rain on witherted skin, acid tongue and a crazy grin. This is the summer of vee bottom rivival. 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. A Magic Carpet ride? Perhaps. Its written in the Oracle this will happen again...and soon. Its very important.





THE SUMMER OF GAY ABANDON - VINTAGE PACIFIC SURFCRAFT


AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION - INSECT

AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION - INSECT

INSECT-ASIDES CLOTHING FOR THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION

INSECT-ASIDES CLOTHING FOR THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION
Designed and printed on the side-streets of Australian surf cities from fabrics which won't pill, go weird around the collar or otherwise disintergrate. To be worn as part of the Australian surf resurrection. Care instructions - don't. Sales enquiries - insectsurf@bigpond.com.

THE ELEPHANT AND THE MARLIN ARE HANGN OUT

THE ELEPHANT AND THE MARLIN ARE HANGN OUT
Unheard involvement @ Hallucination Bay, Australia. Lachlan Leckie and Kent Turkich test the Woolly Mammoth. No nostagia. No hibiscus. A space/time vessel of considerable functionality, a mid-length vee bottom stubby with zero hang-ups. 1967 style. Yes. But truly limitless.These pics by Andre Georgieff


THE RESURRECTION

THE RESURRECTION
Jock bahen. Always on-edge. His mind drifts to dirt bike riding. Unannounced adventures by yacht to the old world. Hang-gliding. Once a year he returns to the soup and reminds us he is the best log rider in the world. If he could only...keep his...mind on the job.

lachlan leckie. the artist. from coolangatta. executing insect style. the move? sea ash in the sky rocket...a distinctly, west, australian, position - pic andre

later that afternoon, discussing the new era, street of cosciousness, of course

THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION

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

kent turkich expresses his approval

BABY YOU'RE A MOONFISH (EYE)

BABY YOU'RE A MOONFISH (EYE)

THE 2010 OLD MAL WHALEBONE CLASSIC - THE ORACLE CONTINGENT BOOM STATE CONFUSION

frothing robert redford, moon germs, carnival, canavril, tim crabtree sinks his ship, hans pomeranz, head cock, leg cock, sky saxon, psychotic reaction...joy



INSECT SURFBOARDS

The untold insight of you unshackled mind

Space time compression will testify that we are tops now as then, and these Jordan Nobel space vessels with Kent Turkich speculation will deliver YOU from the drudgery of domestic hell to the mood of the Insects That Are Not Aliens Surfing Club. Midget Farrely revivalists! Ted Spencer revisionists! Timeless surfing in an age where time is irrelevant, a borderless sea, at last. A garage rock revival...of sorts. Katoomba hey!

Australian Surf Resurrection!

Three models depicting the heights of Australian surfing in the mid to late 60s. Refined for timeless surfing – a modified Sam from the hot generation, a 67 style vee bottom stubby to cure the loveless, and a Spenceresque spoon for embryonic involvent. Pure joy friends. Pure joy...
AVAILABLE BY EASY ONLINE PURCHASE SOON THROUGH THE ORACLE FORMATION

Count 3! – a refined traditional longboard researched by Australias best log riders for surfing beautiful waves on any coast. 1966 to the present – this is timeless joy.
9’4 – 9’6, rolled bottom, flat deck, wide hips – raw and alive!

THE COUNT THREE SURFBOARD BY INSECT

THE COUNT THREE SURFBOARD BY INSECT
kent turkich considers the count three

AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION; THESE ARE INCREDIBLE TIMES...

AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION; THESE ARE INCREDIBLE TIMES...
the admiral tim crabtree, noosa heads, riding insect stick gourmet series

lachlan leckie (esq) on a magic carpet ride, rainbow bay, coolangatta

INITIAL ENCOUNTERS WITH THE COUNT 3 OF THE THIRD KIND WOULD SUGGEST THAT IT IS GOD

INITIAL ENCOUNTERS WITH THE COUNT 3 OF THE THIRD KIND WOULD SUGGEST THAT IT IS GOD
sara considers the insect/note surfboards collaboration which gave rise to the most fine new traditional log informed by local demands, noosa homelesness - surf club food scavengers eating canned soup from a cracked plastic bowl, 6 months in a leaky holden...rejoice!

NZ VEE BOTTOM VISIONS


a lady in the swamps of munna point noosa handed us these pictures. she cleaned the fires and facilities in that general area. one of the men in stubbies is her brother, nz, 1967. hair style confusion, vee bottoms like the back of cricket bats, naive child-like psychedelic slogans - what else do you want? around about crescent head acid rain fell our our whithered skin, and on the prints




the other side

JORDAN NOBEL SPEAKS!

or something.
its not me its an incarnation of me.
im not there.
or here.
or anywhere.
the crazy never die for sure.

THE COUNT FIVE

THE COUNT FIVE

NOOSA 2010

NOOSA 2010
kent @ ttree - sharing

VINTAGE PACAFIC SURFCRAFT TEST TTREE BAY 2010

VINTAGE PACAFIC SURFCRAFT TEST TTREE BAY 2010
Look, it's brother Parrish. He's as popular with the birds as he is the lads!

Hey - i didn't mean those birds! Settle down there fella!

Brother Isaac watches on - bemused - he's a, real, go, getter

NOOSA 2010

NOOSA 2010
kent @ ttree - lame midgett fiasco on count 5 garage series insect stick

sara @ ttree

TALES FROM NEW ZEALAND

TALES FROM NEW ZEALAND
sara w noel tudor

LOOK OUT MUM - THE VINTAGE PACIFIC SURF CRAFT BELLY BOARD CRAZE IS HERE TO STAY!

LOOK OUT MUM - THE VINTAGE PACIFIC SURF CRAFT BELLY BOARD CRAZE IS HERE TO STAY!
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...

sara and insect mobile

THE INSECT SURF JORDAN NOBEL POP ART EXPERIMENTAL TRUST TAKES FLIGHT

THE INSECT SURF JORDAN NOBEL POP ART EXPERIMENTAL TRUST TAKES FLIGHT
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.

xxx

xxx

children of the sun - kent and sara, heart of insect

NOW'S NO TIME TO HESITATE - SUMMERTIME DEAR KIDDIES AND ITS TIME TO TAKE A TRIP

NOW'S NO TIME TO HESITATE - SUMMERTIME DEAR KIDDIES AND ITS TIME TO TAKE A TRIP

xxx

xxx

A TRIP AROUND THE EDGES OF AUSTRALIAN SURFING

A TRIP AROUND THE EDGES OF AUSTRALIAN SURFING

o-oh bongo

COOLANGATTA

COOLANGATTA
brother lache and k @ superbank

THE HEAD OF INSECT

THE HEAD OF INSECT
keven brennan - insect patron saint

Blog Archive

Thursday, December 30, 2010

note surfboards: the messiah.

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

note surfboards: belinda baggs x note

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..."

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

hobo meets the insects that are not aliens surfing club

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.

Monday, December 6, 2010

head

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

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...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

the lime spders come alive

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

Friday, October 29, 2010

alex bulpit understands

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

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

weird scenes inside the goldmine


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.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

head cocks

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

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

HURRICANE FIGHTER PLANE: this is the one

Monday, October 11, 2010

are you gonna be there?

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? 

Saturday, October 2, 2010

THE ORACLE FORMATION

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!

Monday, September 27, 2010

VEE DAY - UNDERSTANDING THE SECRETS OF SPACE AND TIME

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?

Saturday, September 18, 2010

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


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 !

Monday, September 13, 2010

THE VEE BOTTOM REVIVAL

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


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...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

THE AUSTRALIAN SURF RESURRECTION


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

Saturday, July 17, 2010

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


headcocks - 1st


pretty pointless midgett farrelly arm gestures - 1st


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

Friday, July 9, 2010

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


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

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

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

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


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

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

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

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

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...


Friday, May 21, 2010

THE 2010 WHALEBONE OLD MAL CLASSIC - INSECT AND ORACLE CONTINGENT


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


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

Thursday, May 13, 2010

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


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

Monday, April 26, 2010

ARISETH! SISTER SASHA


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

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

COUNT 3 THE 4TH


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!


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

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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


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

CRESCENT HEAD MALIBU CLASSIC 2010 OLD MAL MELT DOWN


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

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

NOOSA FESTIVAL OF SURFING 2010 RESULTS


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

Thursday, March 11, 2010

STICK IT IN YOUR SACK!


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!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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







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

Friday, February 19, 2010

LEROY HELL RAISIN' TRAD SURF FOOTAGE




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

Monday, February 8, 2010

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


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

Sunday, January 31, 2010

THE BIG QANTAS JET TAKES OFF

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

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

BROTHER TIM TAKES ON SYDNEY


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...


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...

Sunday, January 10, 2010

YOU CAN TRUST IN JORDAN NOBEL


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


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


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...

Saturday, January 9, 2010

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


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.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

THE INSECT SURF JORDAN NOBEL POP ART EXPERIMENTAL TRUST TAKES FLIGHT


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.