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

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

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

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

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

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.

ROGERTHAT HIT THE DESERTS AND SWAMPS OF THE WEST COAST

THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB endorse ROGERTHAT - suburban psychedelia from the side streets and kiosks of Coolangatta. HEAR! the sights of the Gold Coasts creepiest hair men on the hell side of the nation on an occasion deserving of heightened awareness...prince of wales bunbury thurs sept 17th, settlers margaret river fri 18th, mojos fremantle sat 19th

LUCKY COUNTRY LINGO COUNT 1

G'DAY

The utterance 'g'day' is typically clipped to the measure of how many flies you don't wish to enter your mouth, how many undisclosed sordid secrats lay in the kalgoorlie safe of your mislaid attempts to provide in this hellish land, how many feeble anglophile attempts replicated whole hearted from the mother country have withered in the sun like silk. or simply of how much you can't be stuffed with the sod you are confronted with on your sweaty way, or their friggin' boring tales of nullabor meanderings 30 years ago now. Occasioally it is lent a little merriment mustered from early day yeast spreads, but only sustained long enough to enable both moderatley hasty parties sufficient space to scurry from the broading dust storm, like dry beetles. In such instances it sounds strangely like 'gay'.

Professor Ksect Esq

TALES FROM THE WHALEBONE 09

JOCK TOOK IT OUT, RIDING MCDONAUGH DORK FIN 65 LIKE THE ANIMAL ON THE CREST OF A CHOKITO SPIKE. NO TIME TO LOSE. TWO STEPS WILL DO. HOLD. TURN. RUN BACK. PULL IT ROUND BROTHER.

SARA TOO STYLISH TO SCORE.

THE MESSIAH RETURNED TRIUMPHANT STATE YOUNG DUDES CHAMP. PIPPED BY SNEAKY OUTSIDERS. DOING A MIDGET THROUGH THE INSIDE UNNOTICED. 2ND AND A BIT RIPPED OFF, HES 5 YEARS AHEAD OF HIS TIME. THEY WILL CATCH UP.

KENT A PODIUM FINISH. HEADCOCKS OF A BOGUS NATURE. CROWD PLEASER. CURL TEASER. IN TE END A FIZZER. TOO MUCH LAME MIDGET? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. ONLY TIME WILL TELL.