In Sydney bands come and go like the breeze and When Chimps Attack are no exception. 4 dudes, mid to late twenty somethings came from out of nowhere to absolutely blast their stamp on the Sydney music scene and as quickly as they came it was over. Various band members lived in huts in the jungles of South East Asia and one followed his heart to South America where, stepping off the plane he wondered ‘what the fuck am I doing here!?’ And then they were back. More brutal and more vicious than ever.
And then they were gone again! Destination Europe this time. In between all the travels, gigs were played, shows filmed (Super 8 Diaries launch) and recorded plus some studio time in there too. And finally Santa is bringing it to you on Christmas Day. A perfect CD collection featuring studio, live and rehearsal tracks – some familiar, others less so. This superb release on long time support label tenzenmen will be available via Paypal on the 25th of December and in shops after the new year.
Often remembered for their nerve calming alcohol intake pre show, audiences stood mouths agape at the super tight hardcore ala Breadwinner, Oxes and Don Caballero. What the fuck! Who werethose guys?
“Pummeling riffs, chainsaw vocals, MUCHO TIME SIG HEAVEN!!” said Matt Richards from 20/20 Trainwreck who was so impressed he invited the band to perform at the launch of the Super 8 Diaries show. Other fans are difficult to quote as they’re often too stunned to find the right words, “..that second riff……”, “…the drums…” etc etc. Number one fan, Shaun from tenzenmen, sums up his feelings outrageously stating “I want to say that I think When Chimps Attack could be the best band I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” And that’s something from someone who saw Nirvana live in the Eighties and the Boredoms in the early Nineties!
So, out of action yet again (at least in their home country) and in pursuit of other things life brings, let this CD tide you over until they can once again be reunited to bring that ferocious sound to stages across Australia. It will happen. tenzenmen says so.
Available from Christmas Day online and in all good record stores thereafter, the When Chimps Attack CD collects 17 tracks of studio and live recordings and will cost just $10 postpaid.
Absolutely 100%, the best band I ever saw in China and still to this day, my favourite recording from China – so creative and inventive. I obviously jumped at the chance to release this in Australia, where those who heard it agreed with its status.
For sometime now I’ve contemplated writing a biography of Lucas Abela, figuring that most everyone who knows Lucas, or has come across him, has ‘a Lucas story’. So the idea here is to collect people’s Lucas stories and print them in an irregular fanzine and online. (www.tenzenmen.com)
Who is Lucas?
When not being mistaken for a grandpa, homeless man or male model, Lucas Abela is better known as the pseudonyms he works under to present his music – Justice Yeldham and the Dynamic Ribbon Device, DJ Smallcock, Peeled Hearts Paste – to name a few. His unusual and often exhilarating performances started around Sydney back in the early 90’s as he also launched Dualplover, with fellow cohort Swerve, which has now become one of the biggest CD brokers in Australia as well as releasing stange and unusual music from around the world.
Lucas spends a good portion of each year taking his art on the road, these days as Justice Yeldham, which involves him making music with a piece of glass. His notoriety for bloodied performances is legendary and has garnered rave reviews and horrified audiences from Singapore, China and Korea, to the U.S.. and Europe and beyond. Undoubtedly these performances alone would provide plenty of stories but ‘a Lucas story’ seeks to go beyond this and let the readers into the personal life and times to uncover what lies behind his twisted madness. Be warned – some of these stories are more horrifying than his performances.
Toby ‘Kandos’ Baldwin
On occasion, I have had chance to run into Lucas in a variety of capacities; doing sound, setting up some show or just shooting the breeze. Despite the fearsome stage incarnation that has been his hallmark for years, there is little doubt that Lucas is one of the most charming, erudite and entertaining men around. Oft accompanied by Wolf, his enthusiasm for Sydney’s overlooked underground music scene is certainly one of the few lynchpins holding the whole mess together. Notwithstanding…
The image seared into many a cerebral cortex is of a man possessed, bloodied and poised teetering over the abyss. DJ Smallcock. Justice Yeldham. Moniker aside, we are talking of one man and his pane. This is how many will remember him, so my anecdote concerns a night in which Mr Abela is performing as Justice Yeldham at the Newtown RSL alongside Castings. Wolf Eyes and Moonmilk may have also been present – so many gigs, so little recall.
Per our standard arrangement, the PA system has been cranked into the red, and the room is starting to fill with howls and booms. As per his standard arrangement, Lucas was thrusting his arms upwards, beckoning for more sound. I had done all I could, so I left the desk in charge of the house operator and went backstage to organize the special education class that is Castings. After half a minute’s chat with Mark and Dale, the inevitable occurs. Something is wrong. This becomes evident as Lucas hurtles past the three of us to the bathroom backstage.
I watched as Lucas heaved and coughed and retched. Blood was pouring from his mouth and throat. Much more than would normally be expected. This continued for about 15 seconds until a shard of glass about the size of a ten cent piece finally exited and landed in the sink, now awash in crimson. It was the first time I had ever seen Lucas that injured by his performance.
Without hesitation, he strolled up to Mark and grabbed his beer, taking a hefty quaff. Assuring us he was fine, he asked me to make sure I collected the larger remnants of the pane, so he might use them again at a future performance. Proof, again, that Lucas has a unique ability to comprehend and transcend both the ordinary and extraordinary.
All this said, most folks I know who have witnessed such performances quite quickly dismiss Lucas as a “mad motherfucker.” Tragically, they fail to recognize the irony in such a statement.
Nathan Null Object
I had to meet up with a friend of mine, Kizza, who was putting some compilation together I was going to be part of. She rocked up to my warehouse apartment on Sussex St in Chinatown in Sydney’s city with Lucas. At this period in my life I had seen Lucas play a few frightening gigs where he stuck miked up knives into spinning saw blades and record players, destroy his setup in about 30 seconds and walking offstage. I’d also seen his trampoline performance at the Big Day Out sometime ago now.
So I knew who he was and I was pretty much in awe of what he did. I was a bit excited he was at my place and looking around and stuff.
My pad was a third story warehouse about the size of a typical terrace house without walls. Long and thin. It had a small area in one corner partitioned off for my bed and the rest was pretty much open plan with all my electronic gear out and about with a lounge room set up near the front windows. It was a really nice pad. It kicked ass really.
Kizza kinda just lounged about cause she’d been walking all day and Lucas whipped out his days takings of new vinyl. She and he talked about stuff I had no idea about and I felt very “above ground” and left out. Lucas did not really say anything to me but upon his leaving words and emotions flowed like a bomb going off.
Although his words were little and not at all life changing, it was what I saw in his eyes when he said them at all who know him can affirm.
He left after looking around the whole space one last time simply saying – “you could be really loud in here eh?”
At the very first T.I.N.A. (This Is Not Art festival) I went to in 2001, I was at a forum on extreme labels. Anyway, ‘Mark N’ told Lucas that he looked like Russell Crowe, they both stood up to face each other off, Lucas pushed Mark on his arse and it that was the end of that panel.
Heady stuff for the circle jerk that usually constitutes music industry panel discussions.
Cockbash-80 (Suicidal Rap Orgy/Butchers Harem)
I’m sure I could muster up a fair few Lucas stories, as I have known him for a few years and borne witness to (and partaken in) some of his antics, both savoury and unsavoury.
If I must choose one memory, it is this: we had just come offstage from our Dualplover album launch at the beautiful Lanfranchis (R.I.P.). the (at the time) 6 or 7 strong crew were upstairs sharing a post show shower (removal of goop, faeces, blood and cum is best done in company), when the degenerate Toecutter appeared in the room, drunkenly bellowing, and proceeded to hose us all down with a considerable stream of thick alchohol and chemical laced piss, provoking mixed reactions from all present.
He disappeared, then reappeared at a hole in the wall and continued to subject us to a lengthy dose of urine. This accomplished, he began laughing. I joined in the revelry, and made the point that if he was gonna get us started he’d better finish us off.
It was at this point that the inimitable Mr. Abela entered the room and proceeded to do just that, milking my flaccid penis like I was some kind of bipedal jersey cow. We smiled at each other, and for a brief moment I thought “this is probably the greatest record deal I will ever get – a stack of questionable CDs and a wristy from the label manager. I’m fairly certain this usually goes the other way, and it would have to be mouth or rectum. I bet Richard Branson never tossed off any members of the Sex Pistols”. Beautiful.
Unfortunately, I could only muster up a half-mongrel, and Lucas soon gave up on my less-than-impressive wang. Still, I’m fairly certain that someone, somewhere has video footage of this most wondrous event, and if so, they should send me a copy so I can jerk off to footage of myself being jerked off. Bam.
Oh, I heard that Lucas makes music or noise or something too. Whatever.
Cut to Ribbons by Danger Coolidge originally printed in Unbelievably Bad fanzine
I remember the first time my sister ever met Lucas Abela (or Lucas Abel as he was originally known to me); she thought he was the single biggest scab on the devil’s red earth. It was early evening at a street party we’d put on in Waterloo about 10 years ago where she witnessed this shabbily dressed, barefoot son of a Greek caravan park owner (yeah, he once could proudly be called true trailer trash!) bludge seven ciggies off me in the space of an hour, ask if he could have a drink, cone, packet of chips, whatever else was going. I was lucky to get away without blowing him ‘sis reckoned. But Lucas is one of the most resourceful people I know. Why would he pay for durries when he knows I’ll pack him up?
I remember he was billed as Peeled Hearts Paste for one of the early ‘What is Music?’ festivals, would’ve been ‘round ’94 or ’95, at the old jazz joint the Harbourside Brasserie (R.I.P.) and he needed me to help him steal these two gigantic arched metal frames – kinda like massive semi-circular ladders. His idea was to weld to these arches a series of rotating motors from old household fans with saw blades and sanding discs and drum cymbals and all sorts of stuff attached. He then planned to switch them all on at once and “play” them with hand-held contact-mic’d metal skewers plugged in through a chain of effects pedals. Contact mic = Lucas’ best friend.
The plot to “acquire” these metal monstrosities had come about after the imaginative young noisemaker had spotted them resting up against the walls of a manned state rail control office situated adjacent to the lines just north of Redfern station. We didn’t bust out the balaclava’s for the mission, but we still looked dodgy as all fuck, right there on Elizabeth Street heaving two huge hunks of metal over the barbed wire fence and chucking them through the side doors of an illegally parked kombi van with one hazard light working – the same kombi Lucas used to record his debut CD. Having carried out our noise crime we drove away laughing maniacally, the barb scratch blood pissing down our forearms but otherwise unharmed, and, better still, unbusted.
But Lucas wasn’t laughing when he played the Brasserie a few months later, slashed an artery or two in his hand with a saw blade and had to be rushed to hospital. I wasn’t laughing to be rushing him there. And i’m sure whoever’s car it was he was bleeding all over was laughing least of all.
He’s either the most dangerous or clumsy musician on earth. He needs tetanus injections as regularly as a diabetic needs insulin. When you meet a mutual friend and you suddenly discover that you both know Lucas, invariably one or the other always says, “I rushed him to hospital once.” His blood has the power to bond total strangers.
Since he released his first CD ‘Music To Drive By’ under the guise ‘A Kombi’ in ‘96, Lucas Abela has made performance-based noise under a glut of aliases – Peeled Hearts Paste, DJ Smallcock, and lately, Justice Yeldham and the Dynamic Ribbon Device. This latest handle seems perfect, since living precariously and provoking reaction are his primary aims, and macabre humour a part of his nature. Justice David Yeldham, the muchly celebrated old paedophile judge who gassed himself in ‘96 after being fingered (he wished!) by a royal commission against police corruption for brazenly sleazing around inner-city railway station toilets throughout the eighties and nineties and having the special branch cover everything up, together at last with the jewel in the Coca-Cola company’s crown, the Dynamic Ribbon Device TM, very possibly the most uninspiring and pointless thing anyone has ever bothered to trademark in the history of blind greed.
But just as his moniker waves a red rag flagrantly in front of Coke’s lawyers, so too does the blood-spattered Justice Yeldham live experience scream out to be seen. Playing an amped-up sheet of glass with his face, the Justice holds court like no other. You’re not going to get disinterested knobheads down the back of the venue making idle chitchat with folded arms, or people yawning wondering when this shit is gong to be over. Sure, some folks have to stick their fingers in their ears to shield themselves from the excruciating volume levels that give Justice Yeldham a stiffy, but you can bet your arse they ain’t leaving. Whether they’re hoping he emerges with only minor abrasions, or praying he takes out a ventricle and makes it his final performance, every punter’s eyes are glued to that stage until the sheet of glass is milked to its very last shard. and invariably, unless he has to skip a bus to the emergency ward early, his shows always do go down to the last shard, in keeping with his great performance instincts.
Living the role of wild, barefoot, Australian warrior spilling claret profusely in the name extreme audio violence, he knows all the visual tricks to heighten the drama. From the globs of KY jelly he ritualistically squirts into his mouth at the start of a performance, to the startled, blood and lube-smeared faces he makes up against the glass, to the stupefied stagger he employs at the turbulent climax, his public masochism has all the power of the finest greek drama. and all the gore of Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Justice Yeldham and the Dynamic Ribbon Device has been on the road touring the world for almost two years straight now. So far he’s crunched glass in America, Canada, England, the Netherlands, Germany, Switzerland, Czech Republic, Sweden, Hungary, Yugoslavia, Lebanon, Korea, China, Japan, Portugal, Spain, Italy and there’s probably even some I’ve left out. His last Australian appearances were earlier this year on the E.A.R. stage at the Big Day Out, and he aptly supported Regurgitator on their Breaking Glass tour after they came out of recording that dodgy album in a glass bubble while on TV. I really should have gone to see him on those shows, if only just to see the look of horror on those little recoiling ‘gurge fans’ faces.
The last Regurgitator show I had seen Lucas at was probably the only other one he’d ever been to, when the Boredoms supported Regurgitator (strange but true) at the Metro almost 10 years ago. That night, Phlegm played the opening support as part of a quasi-reunion show for them, where they were joined onstage by members of the legendary Mu Mesons. It was a momentous occasion for all of us because Phlegm had broken up and swore they’d never play again, and the Mesons hardly ever played. But obviously some rude, thick Regurgitator-associated fuck didn’t appreciate their twisted avant noise and after about 25 minutes had the audacity to close the curtains on them while they were still playing! Well, Lucas wasn’t standing for it, and he jumped the front of stage barricade and grabbed hold of the bottom of the heavy curtain, only to be dragged mercilessly along towards the centre of the stage and into the waiting arms of security who heartlessly ejected him. We were huge Boredoms fans so to miss this show would’ve been hari-kari material. I vaguely remember people running around frantically trying to locate members of Regurgitator to help get him back in and those guys not even being able to cut any ice even at their own show. As the curtain reopened for the start of the Boredoms’ set, I spared a thought for poor Lucas outside in the gutter. And then I saw him, front and centre, with the stupidest haircut ever! He’d gotten a pair of scissors from somewhere – bloody resourceful motherfucker that he is – and hacked all his long hair off so the door gorilla wouldn’t recognise him. That was probably when I first realized the extent of his resilience. Nothing can kill this guy. No saw blade, no electric current, no piece of glass, nothin’. Then again, starvation might.
So you should check out his records and the records he releases through the label he co-owns, Dualplover: http://www.dualplover.com. They also do good deals on CD manufacture. If you’re lucky the long awaited Justice Yeldham DVD might even be out by now, made up entirely of amateur footage contributed by audience members who have filmed his performances from Lebanon to America to Wagga Wagga. The Justice continues his world tour throughout 2005, where he will play Switzerland’s lausanne underground film and music festival, visit Norway for the first time and maybe even play a few shows at home. See him before he kills himself.
Snippets from Toecutter
It was late one night at Lanfranchis. After a gig. We probably bought too much red wine. Cask red wine. And everyone was getting pretty loose. I can’t really remember how this started, but somehow Lucas was suddenly naked and on top of Kirralee, who was fully clothed and horrified, thrusting. She was kind of screaming and laughing at the same time, a bit of a sensation overload, I heard later that I had taken Lucas’s clothes off. So we are trying to pull Lucas off her but he won’t let go of her. So I had the bright idea of licking my finger and putting it in his bum, then he came off her like you take a fork out of a bowl of sugar.
Lucas has a dog called Dodo. Dodo is an Alaskan Huskie. Dodo is very affectionate, kissing Lucas, anyone, etc.etc. One day we were in Summer Hill and Dodo was licking the feet and toes of this overweight derelict woman whose feet looked like they had been burning on fire and put out with tomato sauce. Weeks ago. Lucas discouraged him.
The first gig at Lanfranchis. Suicidal Rap Orgy and v/vm. I think this was also the night Lucas gave one of the rappers a handjob on camera in the shower after the show. But i digress. We were running a bar as a way of paying for our alcohol consumption and we had made some money. Hellen Rose had brought her Polish Nazi gangster boyfriend, who approached Lucas as he was packing up the bar. He said “if you give me…” and before he could say “one” Lucas had grabbed him by the throat and knocked down a temporary wall, whilst screaming words to the effect “we’re not giving you any fucking money you cunt!” No one was more shocked than the Pole, but we all grabbed a limb and carried him down the hall and into the stairway.
Lucas washed Dodo with flea shampoo in the shower and got some in his eye which lead to a severe eye infection, and so Lucas was getting up in the morning with so much fluid dried around his eyes that he couldn’t see. He was walking up stairs to the shower draped in a lazy towel which revealed that all the coins he had slept on were stuck like shining decorations on his clammy thigh and buttock.
Lucas was complaining of a stomach ache. He asked Hana if she was suffering also, as she had also eaten the prawns yesterday. She wasn’t. Lucas moaned. I suggested that yoghurt was good to settle an upset stomach. The fridge held a litre of strawberry Yoplait which Lucas started to eat. He was about three quarters through it when he moaned again. “Maybe I’ll feel better after a shower…” He went up the stairs. It was pretty clear how the prawns and yoplait got along as we could hear the sound of Lucas wretching, even bellowing, and the sound of vomit hitting the tiles thunderously. Lucas came downstairs sheepishly and went straight to bed. After a few hours I went in and said, “if you’re not up tomorrow morning, I am taking you to hospital.” At ten the next morning I was about to drag him out of bed, but he got up with a spring and said, “I feel fine!” and got into the shower. Lucas is all about the shower. When he came down, I asked him what had happened. He said “well, I pissed, shat and vomited all day in bed, and have cured myself!” He went into his room and flipped his mattress over on the trampoline.
I heard that while Lucas was living at Imperial Slacks in Alex Davies’ room (while Alex was away), someone walked past the door with a visitor who looked in to see Dodo on Lucas’s ripped futon mattress, knawing on a spinal column, the surrounding room packed with boxes and festooned with other pungent dog treats. They exclaimed, “how adorable! the dog has it’s own room!”
Originally printed in ‘Funny Shit’ zine. In Lucas’ own words
Li Tian Jiao better known as Vivi was simply put the most beautiful thing I had even seen. I first saw her coming down the Broadway shopping centre’s escalators and had thought just that, commiserating myself at the same time that never in my wildest dreams would I ever meet anyone like this.
Luck befell me days later when she innocently took a seat beside me in an internet café. My heart raced as silently side by side we checked our e-mails. After the incident at the escalator I had cursed myself about my inability to introduce myself so I decided to do something I never had the gumption to do before. Still too coy to simply say hello, I took this rare opportunity to introduce myself anonomously. After spying her e-mail address over her shoulder I quickly proposed a date, then left fearing the worst.
The next day, to my surprise, she had remembered me and was willing to meet. We went out, enjoyed each other’s company etc and I was on top of the world. Unfortunately I found out our days together would be short; she had to return to Beijing, China in a matter of days. By the time she left we were truly in love, at the airport I made a declaration I would follow her to China as soon as I could muster the fare and two months later I took flight to the Middle Kingdom to secure her heart.
I spent my first evening in China resting at a hotel, Vivi met me at the airport and took me there to rest, I was to meet the family in the morning. Excited I was up early the next morning and headed out to meet the potential in-laws. Just outside the hotel a toothless couple where serving what I was later to learn was jianbing, a rolled up pancake style street food filled with egg, some shallots, criskett bread and some multi coloured spreads that I’m yet to identify. Anyway it looked tasty and cost barely 10c so I got myself one and continued onward to Vivi’s place.
The effects of the jianbing where almost instantaneous, you could probably still see the vendors cart behind me when the unmistakable feeling of sudden toilet need came on. I started to peel my eyes for a public restroom unacquainted I was then with the local’s habits of befouling between parked cars. This was a nation where the local outfit for toddlers had no arse even in winter, so they could take a dump whenever and wherever they liked! Once I was especially alarmed when a 3 or so year old took a dump in the middle of the markets while still holding her mother’s hand firmly. But presently I didn’t realise I could ease my suffering so casually and wanted to do the right thing. In the distance I finally spotted the international symbol for shithouse – the standing man and marched quickly for the door.
Unfortunately for me this public restroom was in actuality a squat, not of your anarchist variety, the inhabitants of this fully furnished bathroom facility was what seemed to be a large extended family group, men woman and children sitting around waiting while breakfast was prepared in the corner. Feeling uneasy about crapping in what was probably a closet I decided to try my luck and hold off until I reached Vivi’s grandparents place that under normal circumstances wasn’t too far off.
The steps that ensued told me this wasn’t to be no ordinary passing, my sphincter was acting like a pressure cooker, mysterious gasses leaked to relieve the force of the upcoming onslaught of poo. I made the final distance with my butt cheeks clenched so tightly I walked like a penguin all the way to the communist block tower Vivi called home.
When I finally made it to the door my knocking was so panicked that when she and her grandparents opened the door I spared them the pleasantries of meeting and greeting and made my way instinctively and unannounced to the bathroom where I came across a traditional Chinese squat toilet. In a single motion, pants came down, knees bent and diarrhea shot out from my anus at a tremendous speed hitting the back wall, floor and everything but the hole in the ground specifically built to house it.
For what was conceivably my quickest bowel movement ever I was in that bathroom a long time before I reappeared to finally meet the family. My best estimate would have me in there for at least half a hour soaking up the gooey remnants of my jianbing with scrunched up balls of toilet paper. How many times did they hear the toilet flush thinking I would be out to meet them soon only to hear it flush again? What passed through their minds as this stranger from across the seas used up a year’s supply of dunny roll on a single movement.
God only knows what they were thinking or saying to each other in Mandarin but the sweat beads on my forehead in the dead of winter must have alluded something to them, but they were kind enough to never mention it and began serving the best chicken like tofu I’ve ever tasted.
Years later I couraged up enough to ask Vivi whether or not her grandparents knew what had happened in their bathroom that day ‘of course, you idiot, you think my family is stupid?’ was her firm reply.
A long day in a sleeveless safari suit by Swerve Dualplover
I am only relaying this story, Lucas denies remembering/doing it at all. Although I remember falling over laughing when I heard it.
I was living with Lucas at the time, and I used to go to work early, as did most of the household. Lucas used to get up late and then proceed headlong into the day. But this day was different.
We used to have a shower and toilet that was outside the main house, the door between the two was deadlocked and the windows into the house were all barred. So it was a pretty hard place to break into.
Anyway, Lucas gets up and as was his routine he went out to take a shower/shit dressed only in a towel. After performing his morning rituals he left the bathroom only to discover the deadlock had tripped and he was locked out of the house. After trying unsuccessfully to break into the house he walked up to the main shopping street.
With only a towel to protect his modesty, he did manage to get someone to take pity on him and give him 40c to make a phone call. So he called a friend who was at home and she offered to come and pick him up with some clothes from her father’s wardrobe. Being a little on the stocky side, said friend decided the only thing that would fit Lucas was a lime green polyester safari suit with no sleeves.
So after changing into the suit, Lucas decided to go and visit people until we got home.
First port of call was in Woolloomoolloo to a fellow musician’s house. After sitting around for a while they decided to go up to Kings Cross as the musician had some effects pedals she wished to pawn. While in the shop Lucas’ gut started contracting and he felt a massive gastric convulsion, which ended up spraying all the way down the back of his legs (he was not wearing underwear).
The musician was still haggling over the price and so didn’t notice Lucas had discreetly taken the jacket off and tied it around his waist. but when they left it became all too obvious what had happened.
So they headed back to the musicians house for another pair of pants. And the rumour is Lucas lost it on the way home again and shat the second pair. Two pairs of pants that he didn’t even own is pretty good going I reckon.
A Lucas Story #1, 1000 copies given away free with Unbelievably Bad fanzine #9 sometime in 2009. Other random copies photocopied and sold here and there but feel free to reprint yourself or pass on to your friends once you’ve read it. If you’re throwing away don’t forget to recycle or use in your dunny to wipe your arse.
Come and enjoy a night of sound performance with your favourite even-toed ungulates HOOF & ANTLER.We have lined up a number of sound performers for the wonderful evening: SCISSORLOCKhttp://www.myspace.com/scissor0lock FRAME & SPOONhttp://www.myspace.com/framespoon COCKMOSEShttp://www.myspace.com/cockmoses TRAVIS is moving to Mexico (a.k.a Melbourne) a few days after this gig, it may be well the last time you see his beautiful face, so come along and wish him farewell… I anticipate a night of aural bliss, be prepared!
Please donate to the Fbi fundraising tin on the night!!!
may not be much in this one as i don’t think i’ll have much spare time to up date. i’m back from thailand on may 25th tho and things are looking pretty hectic for the following weekend already 🙂
TuTu Community Queer Space 22 Enmore Rd Newtown, Australia
Gendered Hearts: a series of workshops on trans gender // genderqueer ideas and politics
♥ THE GOOOOOOOD SHIT – SEX AND FUCKING TRANS PEOPLE in our world sex is complicated and hard for so many reasons for different people. this workshop is a space to talk about having sex with trans people.
the first half of this workshop will be a space for everyone to chat about sex and trans people
the second half will be for trans ppl only to talk about how their gender identity effects their experience of sex, what is complicated, what is good, to ask questions and to share stories.
FREE event Sunday 24 May, 11.00am – 5.00pm Museum of Contemporary Art, Sydney 140 George Street, The Rocks
CALLING ALL ZINESTERS MCA & SYDNEY WRITERS’ FESTIVAL ZINE FAIR 2009
Sell/trade your zines or browse the wares of others at the MCA & Sydney Writer’s Festival Zine Fair. Huge day planned, featuring live music, great panel sessions and free guided tours of exhibitions.
shaun/tenzenmen ++ i’ll either be at these events or wishing i was there ++
a quick piece of self promotion. paint it black has recently closed though tom will be trying to get something going again later this year. in the meantime most of the stock i had there will probably end up at repressed records on king street. but you can also check the list online along with my distro which now is fully focused on all sorts of DIY releases from the whole Australasia region – i have stock from Taiwan, Thailand, China and many other countries. Nothing from Cambodia or Vietnam yet but I’ll find some! you can check the list here: http://www.tenzenmen.com/distro/TZM_distro.shtml
also as part of the MAYBE MARS series of cds I’ve been releasing of new chinese music you can visit http://www.tenzenmen.com and take advantage of a special offer of the two latest releases, OURSELF BESIDE ME and the GAR, just $20 ppd for both! OURSELF BESIDE ME are a beijing trio in the post-punk Slits/Fall vein and the GAR are perfect indie rock ala Built to Spill.
ok – back to the list!
Serial Space, 33 Wellington St, Chippendale 8pm $?
Lawrence English, Seaworthy & Solo Andata
red rattler, 6 faversham street, marrickville 7pm $10/$20
A facelifting fundraiser with hearty organic soup, sourdough bread and film screening to help renovate the outside of the Alfalfa House shop on Enmore Rd.
“The Real Dirt on Farmer John” is an epic tale of a maverick Midwestern farmer. An outcast in his community, Farmer John bravely stands amidst a failing economy, vicious rumors, and violence. By melding the traditions of family farming with the power of art and free expression, this powerful story of transformation and renewal heralds a resurrection of farming in America.
Doors open and dinner served at 7pm; the film starts at 7.30pm.
The cost is $20 for fully-waged, $10 for unwaged and includes the movie, soup and bread. We’ll also have organic beer, wine and cakes for sale.
red rattler theatre, 6 faversham street, marrickville $10 8pm
the assassination collective, the losers, the thaw, intentions, psycho nanny and the baby shakers
ok – i’m only mentioning this one as tenzenmen released the Wifey cd recently (sorry!)
Wifey supporting Sui Zhen and Ned Collete at the Factory, Marrickville.
you could run between here and the red rattler if you were so inclined!
220 Trafalgar Street, Annandale 2:00pm – 6:00pm
The King of the Red Lions and Bare Arms will be demonstrating music in the Kitchen around 2pm.
BYO drinks and BBQ things
Dirty Shirlows, 32 Shirlow St, Marrickville, Australia 7pm $5
EPSILON – Keeping it oldschool, NCL style PAUL BLACKOUT – Loving your mum RYBACKER vs HATENOIZE – Scorecards and speedcore – hard as fuck HIGHLY DUBIOUS – Turntablist maggot from Petersham DALIT – Fucken Dalit! MOTHBALL Z – Emotional booty breakcore DJK47 – Formerly known as DJ Shithouse DJ CORPORAL LEPER – Weirdo music for outsiders
red rattler, 6 faversham st, marrickville $6 8pm
scooter show! little a, mc phreaze, mc karmin, djs
54 Old Canterbury Road, LEWISHAM NSW 2049 11:30am – 4:30pm
The weather is still cold, yes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t come round, drink tea, eat soup, make zines, listen to live acoustic music and talk.
See you on the 19th July for all of the above and maybe a little bit more.
Bring whatever you’re working on, bring a friend, bring a plate of yums.
Location Mu-Meson Archives, Crn Parramatta Rd & Trafalgar St (behind King Furniture) 4pm/free bring a plate
Miss Deaths Knitting Group Do you want to learn how to knit, crochet or any other craft? Miss Death will be crocheting some hyperbolic coral reefs so if you want to contribute to the Powerhouse Museums exhibition (opening in late August) then here is your chance. You don’t have to know how to crochet it’s easy to learn quickly. Or you just want to come along for a social? For the new ladies who are coming for the first time bring a friend. Boys are welcome as long as they do a craft or something useful.
Bohemian Grove, L2/68 Sophia St, Surry Hills 6.30pm $10
gavin ahearn- manaslu!
Manaslu is a band that features some of the hardest funking musicians in Sydney playing original music and re-interpreting jazz classics. The band was formed by keyboardist Gavin Ahearn who has returned to the Sydney scene after spending 10 years in the U.S., Europe and Asia playing with some of the finest musicians around. Jesse Ricketson on drums (the Bakery) and Matt Gruebner on bass (Orly, Lily Dior) will be laying the grooves down. Virtuoso electric guitarist Richard Bornman will be exploring melodic possibilities with Bahram Saba keeping the whole project earthed on acoustic guitar. The musical emphasis in Manaslu is on the groove. As well as playing intricate original songs the band will be interpreting music from the jazz/fusion/latin archives – from the compositions of Thelonius Monk and Duke Ellington through to Bob Berg and Chick Corea.
— Bohemian Grove performances are 6:30pm doors for a 7pm start each Sunday (unless otherwise advised). The cover is $10 / donation. Please feel free to invite your friends to come and/or join the mailing list, but we ask that nothing be posted on the web for the authorities to find (they are squares). Support live music!
when you attend any of these events feel free to tell the organisers/door people that you heard about them thru this list – that way we all know we’re doing a good job and it’s all worthwhile! the list costs me about $70 bucks a year in fees and a bucket load of time to collect info and send out every week (even when i’m overseas!). if you want to help out financially then please buy some cds from my catalogue or distro! there’s something there for everyone! (well, almost!)
shaun/tenzenmen ++ i’ll either be at these events or wishing i was there ++
Gar’s music is some of the purest Chinese rock ‘n’ roll. Mixing the beautiful and sophisticated melodic structures typical of the best Chinese music with basic harmonies and a delight in shifting textures, their songs achieve the shimmering quality of folk-rock but with the hard edge that life in Beijing, with its rapid changes, destruction and reconstruction, has imposed on most of its artists.
The three members of Gar are guitarist/lead vocalist Zhan Pan, bassist Wen Jie, and drummer Wang Xu. Their standard power-trio format, ordinary equipment, graceful Chinese lyrics, and complete lack of stage posturing and fancy gimmicks make them different from most of the other bands in the scene. On the surface they seem very ordinary, but their shows are full of energy and intelligence. In recent years, a number of alternative genres have been expanding the definitions of indie music and rock ‘n’ roll for Chinese audiences, and along with it there have been changes in trends and fashion, but Gar have refused to follow any of the trends, continuing to explore their own sense of real music based on individual experiences. These are classic songs about youth and time, appealing to every generation and era. While the Chinese indie music environment gets louder, more challenging, and wilder, Gar continues singing their hearts out for their very own generation.
in case you haven’t heard, paint it black has moved out of 86 enmore rd and looking for alternative accommodation
red rattler, 6 faversham st, marrickville 6.30 $15
Kino Kabaret is a series of 2 day filmmaking marathons, screenings and parties taking place across Sydney 29 June – 4 July. Each session gives the participants only 48hrs to write, shoot and edit short films and culminates in a screening and party. Come and see the results of this mad filmmaking experiment at The Red Rattler Thursday 2 July!
Just $15 at the door gets you in to see brand spanking new short films made in under 48 hours, live performances, snacks, Coopers Pale Ale and Jamesons Irish Whiskey. The night will also feature music by Sydney based duo MA and installations courtesy of Punk Monk Propaganda. Dress code for the night is: Fire Walk With Lynch! Eraserheads, Amnesiacs and Elephant Men – prizes for best dressed!
Doors open 6.30pm
Black & Blue Gallery 302/267-271 Cleveland Street Redfern NSW 2016
Opening Fri 3rd July 3 July – 18 July
I HATE YOUR GUTS! Raquel Welch
Gallery hours Thurs to Sat 11 – 6pm Other times by appointment
Femme Guild present HANKY PANKY – Hanky Code Party
Hanky Panky is a harking back to queer sub-cultures of the past as we delve into the rich history of queer semiotics & the socio-political reasons behind it. The party will be both fun & educational as we teach, learn (and unlearn) the ways we express our sexuality through gesture and dress.
Hanky-theme performances by Ginger Snaps, Zahra Stardust & Glittertrash. Hankilicious DJs Tokyo Pink & Fisty Cuffs Go-Go Dancers, Hanky Demonstrations and the very cheeky Dirty Little Slide Show, as well as Emergency Hankies for all you forgetful folk.
We invite all our guests to come flagging on the night for a bit of sex-positive fun whether you have one favourite colour hanky or a whole string of them you whip out magician-style from your bottomless back pocket.
Pre-sale tickets available exclusively from MaXXX Black, 1/264 King St, Newtown – $15/$20. We encourage you to pre-purchase your tickets as only a very limited number will be available on the night.
b.i.n.t. , maladroit, dislasystem, null object, sado, killjoy + more
Serial Space, 33 Wellington St, Chippendale midday
I’ll be doing a wee showing of what I’ve been up to at Serial Space over the last couple of weeks on this Saturday July 4 from midday. Mostly I’ve been working on the wheelie bin…
For some time I’ve been interested in sound system cultures, particularly around the Caribbean and in South and Central America. Looking to build one locally, it occurred to me that a unique version already exists. John Jacobs <http://patchwrangler.net/> designed and built the original Wheely Good Sound System in the early nineties for use in urban actions/interventions such as Reclaim The Streets.
As part of my residency at Serial Space, I’m hoping to get all the systems in Sydney together. If you do have one, or any kind of portable sound system, mobile-robo disco unit please swing by around on Saturday July 4 at 2pm for some kind of enthusiasts meet / sound clash / road jam – we’ll take it to the streets, yes?
Sven Simulacrum Please fwd on to anyone you think might be interested
Bandwidth Clan Analogue Festival Red Rattler Theatre 6 Faversham St, Marrickville 4PM-late, $7
Clan Analogue is Australia’s oldest electronic music/audio-visual collective. Over its history, many of Australia’s foremost proponents of electronic-based music and visual arts have contributed but, in recent times, the collective has become a little dormant on the public front. While it has never actually gone away, the Sydney chapter of Clan Analogue is preparing to relaunch its public face with a mini-festival of live music, DJ-ing and VJ-ing.
Bandwidth features some long-term members as well as younger groups who have been diversifying the aesthetics of the collective. With some of Sydney’s best underground live acts in their ranks, such as Bleepin’ J Squawkins, Lunar Module, Karoshi, Telafonica, Valley Forge and Kate Carr, along with DJs such as Tigerlily and the godfather of Australian electronic music, Andy Rantzen, the re-emergence of Clan Analogue in Sydney’s music scene is placed to be wildly varied and exciting.
Clan Analogue was birthed in the early 90s warehouse scene and so is proud to be working with Red Rattler Theatre and its ideals of artist run initiatives, community creativity and its D.I.Y. ethos.
The Lock Up, 90 Hunter Street, Newcastle 5:00pm – 9:00pm
The team behind the brand new ARThive studio/gallery complex at 111 Hunter Street are hosting a sweet party at THE LOCK UP to raise some funds to put into the upcoming exhibition program, and to pay for essential items like hooks, lights, paint, etc. Come show some support, get behind a brand new Newcastle art space.
The Party will feature an ART RAFFLE consisting of new works donated by Simone Sheridan, Angus Crowley, Grant Hunter, Shane Westernhagen, Nicole Chaffey, Anthony Ferris, Jake Penn-Cullen, Sam Hughes, Hayley Wheaton, Emily Roberts, and Michael Randall. This could be your opportunity to walk away with some amazing art for only a donation.
BEN KENNING will be performing an art piece in one of the infamous prison cells of The Lock Up museum.
Live Music will be provided in the Lock Up exercise yard by CRAB SMASHER, SCISSOR LOCK, and MART BRENNAN.
This Event has been kindly sponsored by Nextra Marketown, The Lock Up, and Renew Newcastle.
Kick Start Studios 6-8 Ralph Black Drive, North Wollongong. 2-5pm, Gold coin donation.
Mary Jane Kelly, Epitomes + 1 or 2 more TBA soon
Sydney Park, cnr Princess Hwy & Sydney Pk rd 11:00am – 6:00pm
RULES FOR DJ-ING SUNDAY DUB CLUB
1.0………. FIRST RULE OF DUB CLUB, YOU WILL DISCUSS DUB CLUB
1.1………. YOU WILL ABIDE BY RULES OF DJ-ING SUNDAY DUB CLUB
1.2………. NOBODY CARES IF YOU DON’T TURN UP TO DUB CLUB SO ONLY SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT BRUCE, JOEY (if not barred) AND WALLY HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF ACTING LIKE GOOD SORTS ON DUB DAYS
2.0………. SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT BRUCE. JOEY (if not barred) AND WALLY EXPECT TO BE BRIBED AND GENERALLY SUCKED UP TO FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF DJ-ING AT SUNDAY DUB CLUB
2.1………. SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT HAS THE RIGHT TO a………. TAKE OVER THE DJ-ING FROM ANY VISITING DJ AT ANY TIME b………. REFUSE ENTRY TO BEHIND THE DECKS IF VISITING DJ(s) ARE ACTING LIKE TWATS c………. GIVE ANY VISITING DJs A HARD TIME DUE TO POOR MUSIC CHOICE, GAPS IN SOUND OR IF MANAGEMENT IS JUST FEELING IN A SHIT STIRRING MOOD (points 2.1(a)(b)and(c)are often in direct proportion to how well you adhere to point 2.0)
3.0………. IF SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT BRUCE, JOEY (if not barred) AND WALLY DECIDE THAT THERE ARE TO MANY DJs ON ANY GIVEN DUB DAY a………. MANAGEMENT WILL DECIDE WHO WILL PLAY AND WHO WILL MISS OUT ON THAT DAY b………. DJs THAT DO MISS OUT DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO ON LIKE GOOD SORTS OR HARASS MANAGEMENT OR SLAG OFF MANAGEMENT TO MEMBERS OF THE PUBLIC BUT SHOULD GO BACK AND RE-READ POINT 2.0
4.0………. SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT BRUCE, JOEY (if not barred) AND WALLY HAVE THE RIGHT AT ANY GIVEN TIME TO AMEND THIS DOCUMENT VERBALLY OR IN WRITING WITHOUT WARNING TO VISITING DJs WHERE OR WHEN EVER THEY FEEL FIT OR CAN GET SOMETHING OUT OF IT.
WHEN YOU HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF DJ-ING SUNDAY DUB CLUB, DUB DAY, WITH OR WITHOUT PRIOR READING OR ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF THIS DOCUMENT YOU ARE STILL BOUND TO ADHERE TO ALL POINTS AND ANY AMENDMENTS. THE CRY OF NOBODY TOLD ME OR I DIDN’T KNOW THAT, DOSE NOT WORK HERE.
IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS DOCUMENT OR SUNDAY DUB CLUB MANAGEMENT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO RE-READ POINT 1.2 AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
YOURS FAITHFULLY S.D.C MANAGEMENT
red rattler, 6 faversham st, marrickville 1-5pm
Rock and Writers – Winter of our Discotheque
Sydney writers and bands in a rocking, pulp fiction freakout!
Featuring – The Men from UNCLE, the LangLangs, the Dead Rabids, Ned Alphabet, Darrin Baker and King Wally Otto – direct from the Sound Proof Booth!
“Now is the winter of our discotheque Made summer by a mad few who, forsaking dignity for glorious folly Lay plans to freak out both swain and maiden At the Rock n Writers gig, Red Rattler Marrickville, Perchance there you may waylay them.”
shaun/tenzenmen ++ i’ll either be at these events or wishing i was there ++