Hoody, Slim, Kane Dyson and Matt Brown. Link and Pin (Gabba Gabba Hey) Woy Woy. January 1, 2021

35 years ago, a young band dished up gorgeously popped punk ditties, smashed their guitars, and ended up being one of the original releases on my indie label Vi-Nil Records.

Fast forward 35 years, and that same said guitar smasher is delivering a gorgeous set of solo, heart-felt ballads to a packed house at Woy Woy’s latest indie venue. 

The band was the Hard-Ons and the guitar smasher was Peter Black (Blackie).

Stoked? You betcha!

One of the most humble guys you will ever meet, Blackie is an insanely prolific songwriter, and

 tonight he is promoting not one but two killer new albums.

Vocals that wander and climb to falsetto heights. 

Tunes that amble into the void with plenty of banter in the mix.

Sometimes tortured, sometimes whimsical... always honest. 

And that’s what makes Blackie so special. 

What you see is what you get. 

And tonight we get an unadulterated insight into the bare soul of one of this country’s finest.

Blackie’s new albums are out now on glorious black vinyl. 

Hit him up on FB for a copy.

Oh, and if you’re up Woy Woy way, drop into Gabba Gabba Hey @ Link and Pin Fridays and Saturdays, for awesome live indie music, tapas, burgers and beers. (Shameless plug).

Mark Fraser - redbackrock.com 

My first live Little Quirks encounter in almost a year.  First time at The Chippo too. Small room. Limited crowd. Compulsory seating. Great vibe.

Recently signed to ABC, and with a couple of killer recent singles (Florence’s Town and Someone To Hold) doing the rounds, it’s a pretty exciting time for the band.

Everything is a lot sharper, a lot slicker, and even more catchy, as they grow into the perfectly popped juggernaut that they are.
The instant drug that is Sun and Moon...The jumpy popestry of Where we Hide...The beautiful throes of Life Wouldn’t Be.

Catchy songs that jump into your warm spots and hang around for ages. The gorgeous folksy wafts of Rain. The beautifully whimsical newie Bird Song. The clap along quirkiness of Devils Ivy.

Little bits of banter engage the Friday night crowd. Harmonies that are perfect and lush.
I Told You So, all sultry and seductive one minute and all intriguingly raunchy the next. A beautiful contradiction. 

The rootsy folk tones of Maybell. The gorgeous, haunting awe of Someone To Hold.... Cover my eyes... so much energy.
As a five piece LQs are as solid as, and every encounter is more engaging than the last.

The true Delores homage of Dreams. Bury Our Bones... just eye wateringly stunning, as those vocal harmonies stand your arm hairs on end. Florence’s town’s gorgeously quirky pop top glory, as it builds and builds and then explodes. Wicked dynamics beautiful harmonies.

Crumbled's timeless punchy dance-ola. And an encore of Crimson and Clover, a classic they have now made their very own.
Draped in 60s psychedelia as harmonies go wild...Abbey all teen Janis Joplin like, with her bohemian dance airs... vocals just alluringly stunning from all. 

What a set! Proudly local with a global appeal.  An album in the offing, I believe.  

Mark Fraser -redbackrock.com

Second live gig since Corona fucked it all up way back when.

Stag and Hunter is a little bit Junkyard, a little bit Hoey and a little bit one of those Main Street pubs in Tamworth whose name I cant recall. 

Old school. Pretty cool in all.

Mick Daley and Lyle Dennis kick another Stanley Records night off with their lazy, duel guitar thing.

Some dirt, some cool. Some retro and some just plain easy feelgood. 

Driver 8...Glenn Campbell’s Gentle on my Mind...Good... Different.

Big Fan of Dave Favours’ music, and tonight is the first encounter live.

Given we are both hopeless Ramones tragics, I guess it was a given that our paths would cross. 

The awesome punktry throes of There Goes The Neighbourhood ...The affable Better Days...The happy sad country of The Day That Cribb and Munday Got Away. An overload of alt country cool. 

Showcasing the album that COVID killed, Part Time is everything that is awesome about Dave Favours ... steel guitar...country to the core but laden with that intriguing edge. 

Saints’ Just Like Fire Would...given due justice. The Girl in the Upstairs Apartment...punchy as.

Hard not to love their infectious, catchy country-esque swagger. 

Check out their album...aptly titled, Not Your Average Country Band.. one of my faves for 2020

Ben Leece and Left of the Dial are sporting a new guitarist in Trent Crawford...he of One Dollar Short fame. And doesn’t he bring a jagged edge to proceedings.

That said, what’s not to love about Ben Leece. A salt of the Earth human...and a beautifully gifted songwriter...

There’s a heartfelt warmth throughout...and when Katie Brianna jumps up to add some backing vox... just wow!

Paper Thin’s bleeding raw emotion...the kickarse raunch of A Hole

A lover of The Replacements, Ben’s always spiff rendition of Can’t Hardly Wait is even more poignant with Trent’s added snarl. 

Signing off with Paul Weller’s The Changingman, It’s a perfect blend of pure and punch. 

Too short a set!

Katie Brianna...sweet country-tinged vocal airs...not shy of a bit of thump to boot.

Smokey moods...subtle raunch... guitar a plenty...

Some nice dynamics. Bit o jump. A six count... And plenty of catchy riffs. 

Stanley Records are all about class and tonight it’s on tap.

Mark Fraser -redbackrock.com

First time at Girrakool, amd it’s a pretty neat little setup.

Circus big tent. Beer garden. Killer chilli pad Thai and a real laid back regional feel.

Caught Jesse Redwing at Mangrove Mountains last year, and after closing last year’s Girrakool, this year, he’s opening proceedings.

Guitar is his forte and blues is undeniably his flavour.

Effortless lead journeys...slick dynamics...tighter than a pair of size 28 jeans.

Schmick.

Tom Cat Playground blend old school coolio (no not that one) with blues harp, sharp suits and raspy blues vox to push out a kinda smoky infectious groove.

Rumbling bass, steam train harp and dancing guitar all add to the authenticity.

Next stop Louisiana.

That big tent holding the sound in beautifully.

Ray Beadle comes on like the proverbial house on fire...before the power cuts out...adding to the atmosphere.

Power back on and it’s an almost puritan kind of guitar and key sound that stabs that Friday night air.

Retro keys a plenty and an almost movie soundtrack type of soundscape...

A meandering road train racing to the dusty horizon..

So the story goes, that Stevie Ray Vaughan gave his nephew Tyrone a guitar for his seventh birthday.

And the rest as they say, is history.

Tonight, Tyrone Vaughan and The Daren Jack Band deliver a guitar duelling frenzy of sorts.

Manic one moment, all slow, muddy and smoky the next.

The midnight hour has hit hard, and it’s time to call it a day.

Day 2:

Mirrabooka kick off International Women’s Day with their dreamy acoustic flavoured, folksy type of beauty.

Ukelele, Mini banjo and flute create infectious, easy wafts that caress and take you on that feelgood, somewhere-else journey.

Luverly!

Rambal hail from Vic, and their ilk is your more cocktail hour blend of electro organ, guitar and vocal harmonies.

Long meandering jams.

Blues with an espresso martini bounce.

Cass Eager & The Velvet Rope go the keys and guitar road in a more cabaret way.

Bit of B B king... slinky late night moments...singing guitar...and some fully fledged raggedy blues jams.

Hell, even a bit of reggae....Lotta fun.

Marlene Cummins is a passionate First Nation performer and does a guitar and vocal thing before bringing on the full band.

A local elder welcome and it’s into an almost Blues Brothers kinda backbeat...retro keys...and a bass line that takes me back to a dance scene from the movie Quadrophenia.

Blues in the classic sense...with a touch of soaring dirty sax.

All The Kings Men could form their own soccer team...with the amount of members on stage.

Paying tribute to all the blues kings, theirs is a Louisiana kind of blues that comes wrapped in brass and Sunday best. 

More of that retro organ...blues-a-delic backbeat... and plenty of three way brass injections.

Continental Robert and the Trouble People features Robert Susz from Dynamic Hepnotics.

From mic  to harp, he manages to juggle the two with ease.

That big old double bass...astro, midday TV keyboard injections.

A mix of soul, jive and blues, it’s a lively crowd warm up for 19 Twenty.

An aboriginal smoke ceremony and a couple of traditional dances for mothers and creation bring in the twilight and reset the mood.

19twenty just blow it out of the water from the minute they hit that stage.

Beautifully irreverent, funny as fuck...

Energetic happy jacks with a unique charm that you just cannot escape.

Was up front early getting some shots and just couldn’t pry myself away.

Double bass, guitar and drums. No voids. No lows. Sen- fucking-sational.

Riveting, entertainment plus...Discovery Channel...Am I ever gonna see your face again... purely for the crowd engagement...

An hour’s not long enough.

Whole crowd on a high!! Just wow!!!

Turner Brown Band have tough shoes to fill, and it’s clear they have the creds.

A kind of gospel like, steel-guitar driven musical sermon.

You Are My Sunshine...a totally frenzied psychedelic work over. Insane.

Sister Act eat your heart out.

Big voice. Big messages. Big impact.

Never seen anything quite like these guys.

Russell Morris is an Oz icon, and with the likes of his classic endearing hits,Sweet Sweet Love, Real Thing and Wings of An Eagle, he makes that big tent his own.

A little rain. No matter.

Day two comes to a close and it’s time for some zzzs before doing it all again tomorrow.

Day 3.

Kariong High School Band are this morning’s openers, and it’s great to see young local talent getting some exposure.

Come Together...Don’t Dream it’s Over ...Valerie.

Instrument swaps...so much talent. 

Distorto lead bass runs...Brendan Jury you are a freak!

Joker and the Thief...rock solid!

Georgie Fahey, Jasmine and Nikita Mansfield sharing the vocal duties.

Great showcase. Well done Girrakool for promoting the next generation of artists.

The Blues Wranglers were runners up in the Girrakool band contest and earned themselves a slot on today’s bill... their debut festival gig.

A mix of old school, bluesy covers and originals, dirty gravelled vox, keys and a fair slather of blues harp are their forte.

And they do it well.

The Blues Preachers are a mix of traditional bluegrass, laid back blues and gospel focused ditties.

Simple, dancing acoustic guitar, stomp box and blues harp.

Sunday sermon sorted.

Unfortunately I had to head off early, so missed out on The Defenders, Genevieve Chadwick and Shane Pacey Trio.

By all accounts, all were suitable closers for Girrakool 2020.

Cruisy sounds..great atmosphere, full strength beer, laid back family fun under the big top...tick!

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com 

Beautifully theatric from the outset, The Mezcaltones bring that perfect mix of cowpoke and retro surfarama to the stage from  the word go.

Looking and sounding the part, they put the cool into the twang  and deliver a killer tex mex flavoured set of originals and selected covers... all packaged in black denim and south of the border cowboy hats.

The retro surf throes of Motorcycle girl. The lazy rhythms of Ellie.

Tonight we cop a fair showcase of the new album.

Those Baja surf instrumentals totally nail it.

Poor dad jokes... but hey it’s all about fun tonight. 

Dead Kennedys' Let’s Lynch the Landlord...given the Mezcal workover..wow!!

Choreographed beautifully. 

"Don’t anyone move... this is a robbery" comes the cry...as frontman Col Padre jumps from the side of the room ...a la Tarantino style Yeah!

Set two brings the punters to the dance floor

Yeah yeah banana ...the beautifully whimsical cow twang of Na Na Na. Too cool.

More of that south of the border twanged bar room charm... tumbleweeds, Bar fights, dusty trails...

Swampy guitars, drinking toasts...I drink to love...

Fab dances...feel (fucken) good melodies that make it all so easy to succumb to the Mezcaltone charm. 

"I’m Bill from Kill Bill.."she vox on fire 

Third set... Masks on ...guitars on fire... swamp riddled cow-thumpin’ Tex mex blues ...

Hypnotic surf tones...dusty tumble weed antics..

Electric is the he key word for set three.  Band fired up. Crowd fired up. Electricity is king.

I want Candy...Bow Wow Wow ...Mimi  on  vox.  All over it.

Ad then more of that Tarantino Travolta dance thing comes blazing out of the void...catchy, crazy, coolio...

Voodoo mex punk..."yippie aye oh...".

Awesome first encounter...the sound...the look...the fun...all nailed...and a  nicer band you couldn’t hope to meet. New album out Feb 28. 

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com 

Sweden’s No Fun  At All are an electric overdose from the outset. The perfect opener.

Powerhouse energy nuggets that steamroll, sweat and shake the very bedrock.

It's impossible not to get caught up in their jagged distorto infection. 

Melodious mayhem at its very Swedish skater-punk best. And you can tell they are loving every sweaty minute of it.

So-Cal’s Strung Out scream out of the stalls and launch straight into their gnarled, snarled sledgehammer flavoured frenzy.

Fricken insane drumming... sounded like a double kick...whatever, that riser was alive and that RJ Shankle is a sheer beast of his own ilk.  

Jason Cruz’s vox are a little tour ravaged, but it matters not. He owns it tonight and these ears can’t fault Strung Out on this occasion. 

Sweaty, non-stop smacks  to the head that just keep on coming at ya.

Crowd surfing like it's 1990 all over again.  Newie knows how to party.

The room is well and truely warmed and primed  for Pennywise.

With the anticipation almost tactile, Pennywise explode into the night.

Can’t Believe it.. Victim Of Reality....the brakes are off and that runaway truck is aimed Straight Ahead...

Full house and it’s on fire tonight!!! 

Pennywise tees are the standard garb and beer and Jack are the poison of choice. 

“Newcastle, if you don’t give a fuck let me hear you..” I Don’t Care... snagged and snotty.

One Voice strips paint from the walls and points that blow torch firmly at the front row.

“Make Some Noise it’s a pretty damn fucken good song.”

Aliens...relentless... Just For You...chunkachunk ...

No slouching. No excuses. Just full on Californian chaotic  arse-kick from go to woe, as Straight Ahead gets a complete airing, along with a splattering  of gnarled PW extras.

The best punch in the face I've had in a.long time .

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com 

First time at TCMF and although I’m only checking in towards the tail end, it’s still a sensory overload on every street.


I stop for the obligatory selfie at the Golden Guitar on the way in.


Checked into my tent complete with provided blow up bed setup, despite having swore I would never camp again. A decision I will later regret.


But hey, when you leave it to the last minute and the cheapest hotel room is pushing up towards a grand a night, what’s a guy to do?

Jaydin Shingleton Is my first musical encounter. A Kiwi with a killer rich voice, he’s happily punching it out down by the Ferris wheel. 


It’s a million degrees and 200% humidity, so I grab a seat and a beer  on the balcony of the Pig & Tender Box where there’s a swag of young buskers playing away on a truck right out front.


A lazy cruise around the main CBD, where there’s literally a busker every 50 metres. 


From 10 year old first timers to 70 year old Willie Nelson wannabes ... all seeming to be belting out similar covers, with notably very few originals in the mix.


But hey, it’s Tamworth, and for ten days each year, it’s country music central.


I decide to check out Tamworth Hotel where there’s some awesome lineups over the next few days.


The TH flavour is more alternative, with a fair slab  of Dashville artists on the bill over the coming days.


A massive dust storm hits the city, and for a few minutes, it’s a red dusty apocalypse. 


Minutes later it’s pissing down rain and before you know it, it’s back to that humid country scorcher.


Matt Ward and his band are centre stage at TH...some easy lunch time listening,  as I rehydrate and check out the agenda for tomorrow. 


The Pigs have a sizeable following down at FanZone...Sweaty as all fuck, slap-a-billy hay bale rolls in the mud...


Macho Moisturiser... it’s all about the fun...


A fine feed of Vietnamese and some killer G & Ts and it’s time to suffer the tent.


Storm from hell, gale force winds, sauna bath temps, half deflated anorexic blow up mattress... and 2am band wind-ups down the creek.


Z count... zero. 


Day 2.


Another early walk around town for an update on the busker situation. Brekky at Inland Cafe  (killer smoothies)... 

I stick my head into that grand old Town Hall and wow! An 11 piece mind-blowing, suit wearing Celtic ensemble is in full early morning swing in front of a packed house.


Complete with Irish Dancers...and funny to boot. Murphy’s Pigs.
Mind blown!!


And it’s not even 11am.



Saltbush are doing their own brand of cruisey, polished country on the ABC stage, before I take a short drive out to the Storytellers sessions at the Almond Inn.


19 year old Queenslander Matt Munro is in the midst of his tales of broken relationships...grandfathers past and working Dads. Country to the core.


Steve Killeen is up next and gives us the beautiful Sometimes Angels and some sweet 12 string Irish balladeering. 


Mandolin tales of ghost towns.....poignant story  tales that hit  home.


A cruise around Main Street to catch some more buskers and then  up to the Tamworth for the soulful country-etched charm that is Ben Leece and Left of the Dial.


Henry wagons has a short front of stage chat with James Ellis, and we’re away.


And today those Geelong backing vocals (Laura from Georgia State Line) are back in the house. 


The haunting airs of Apple Tree, Nothing  Not Anymore’s sad catchiness... all the more poignant with twin guitars and that sad steel.


But it’s the endearing, yearning vox of Leece that make it all that more special. 


New song is a killer and having the full ensemble together is obviously putting a smile on Ben’s dial.


Quick shower and it’s a ‘short’ walk to Joe Maguires at the far end of town.


It’s still a thousand degrees and G&Ts are the only solution.


There’s a fiddle and guitar duo on before Texas Strangers and it’s the vocal numbers that stand out.


The Strangers pump even more heat into the room with their affable version of countrified rock.


Dusty tumbleweed-flavoured originals peppered with enough ragged covers. 


A Million Miles Away...true country etched reality.... steel slide... train track back beat. 


Shout out to the firies with (They Call Me)The Fireman...key rattled honky stomp.


And if the catchy raw beauty of Sometimes Angels doesn’t win you over... then nothing will!


Oh, and new single American Dream is a killer. 


Torrential rain is well needed, but it means an Uber ride back to that infernal tent. 


The floors soaked, I’m soaked. 


At some stage I can hear Andrew Farris doing  INXS’ Dont Change out on the Park Stage, across the creek.


Happy to call it a night after that, but the horde of runamuck pissed idiots had other ideas. Gotta get out of this tent.

Day 3. 

It's 9am and the Annual Tamworth street parade is winding its festive way down Main Street.


I clear out the tent and move into a new room at possibly the worst Hotel in Tamworth. Beggars can’t be choosers, but this place is the ultimate shithole. And filthy. But it’s a bed.


Some cheesy garlic bread at The Tamworth (best in town) and it’s a killer afternoon of music ahead. 


James Ellis And The Jealous Guys look and sound the part...country honky  tonk...slow sad pedal steel... nice  early opener. 


The perfectly  cruisy  intro for what lays ahead. 


Beers for lunch... sweat off another kilo...


Matt Ward keeps that country sad, Americana thing going. 


Latest single, Better Man tells a hard tale of life’s shitty moments. 


Pedal Steel...acoustic and electric guitars..beautiful backing vox....What I Should Do Now’s even sadder throes.


Civilians put a bit more blues into their slab  of country... well early on in the piece anyway.


Kinda rootsy and even a bit of brass in the equation. Not a regular giggling band but more a labour of love of sorts. 


Some absolute pearler   numbers in the mix. Classy and infectious.  Aural  sculptures of the sublime ilk.


Add a bit of Ben Leece towards the end of the set and how can you go wrong.....we’re topped off perfectly. 


Georgia State Line... smooth as ravaged silk.


Affable melodies that go down like a 95 black Shiraz...smooth and warm all in one.... a summer road trip with your favourite mixed tape.


Forthcoming album track, Jackson is an epic piece of sonic awe. 


Beautifully lush pop trails. Gimme more!


Little Quirks make their Tamworth debut today...and as the youngest band on the bill, they totally own that wind swept stage.


Tight. Slick. Special. 


New single Devils Ivy is electric... I Told You So bounces in the wind and who doesn’t love a bit of Cranberries.


Cover My Eyes is the brand new EP, and what a gorgeously harmonised pop nugget the title track is too.


Bury Our Bones...so beautiful in its own sadness.


Crumbled is its own beast and kicks serious arse each time it comes out of its cage.


Strength to strength.


Ben Lee & Left of The Dial never disappoint. Tonight is no different.


Those honeyed vox, pedal steel and lush harmonies take it to another level.


Latest single Paper Thin. Just wow!


A beautiful infection.


A little help from Georgia State Line late in the piece. Priceless. 


Songs that speak to all your warm parts with the most beautiful of ease. 


With all intentions of returning after recharging the camera and the phone back at the hotel, I end up settling into a few numbers from Oh Harlow, a young female  duo from Queensland...with some lovely airs and a batch of catchy originals.


I lay on my hobo bed and watch the killer electric storm out my broken window... the same storm that apparently flooded a few towns south of here. 


Ten hours later, I awake feeling totally re-humanised, after two previous sleepless nights...


Some tourist shopping for the kids and it’s back on the road south. My first TCMF under my belt.


Best venue: Tamworth Hotel.
Best bands:Ben Leece & Left of the Dial, Little Quirks, Texas Strangers.
Fave new bands: Georgia State Line, Civilians, Murphy’s Pigs.
Best brekky: Inland Cafe
Best ice water: Post Office Hotel.
Best G & Ts: Tamworth Vietnamese Restaurant.
Coldest beers: The Pig and Tinder Box.
Best cheesy garlic bread: Tamworth Hotel.
Friendliest folk: All the  staff at Festival HQ.
Best (and slowest) Uber driver: John.


Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com 

Saint Spook dish up a different style of guitar rock. 

Second song in and I can hear a sample of  The Cure’s Boys Dont Cry somewhere in there if I’m not mistaken.

Theirs is an infectious plodarama kind of popped rock that’s hard not to succumb to. 

Sometimes moody, sometimes barbed...always engaging.

gold blum are another guitar driven,  snarled rock combo.

Melodious guitarnage with more  than enough pop sensibility.

Bit of Blur...and not too shabby a rendition. 

A ring in stick  man...wouldn’t have picked it.

Beautifully scorched  pop anthems that creep into your safe spot so effortlessly.

And then along comes Killing in the Name of... did not expect that.

“Fuck you aint gonna do what you told me...”

And what a kickarse sign off! 

Little Quirks... what’s to say?...

Amazing on all levels. Beautiful moodscapes... killer harmonised pop songs...

Criminally under  rated in so far as how good they really are.

A new second guitarist  in the mix tonight... the sound is a little fuller but it’s the same inherent simplistic charm that makes Little Quirks so endearing.

Florence’s Town... beautifully simple...Crumbled’s jumperama infection...and the beautiful Hopeless Wanderer (Mumford and Sons)... so much energy. So much fun. Hard not to love these guys.

Sea Gypsies...hmmm a little too much hippy-esque funk for my liking.

Hate dissing on bands, but not my cuppa tea in  any respect.

Sure, musically, they are good at what they do, and they have a string of tracks to prove it, but it ain’t doing it for these ears on this occasion.

That said, their new single Mexico is an absolute killer piece of pop... guess I was expecting more of the same.

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com

Unfortunately I missed The Mis-Made, but  after the quality run  of killer singles they have released over the past year, I’m sure they kicked some serious arse.

And speaking of arse, Arse are apparently one of Blackie’s fave bands at the moment...and on that recommendation, you kinda wanna be front and centre.

They don’t  disappoint, with their three way  thrash and short sharp stabs of beautifully mangled noise.

Some manic slower moments, but it all comes back to that rumbling runaway Aussie tainted carnage.

Hard Ons  latest album is a fucking  certified cranker and tonight we cop it live!

Beautifully brutal and then some, with those inherent harmonies dripping all over the canvas. The metal mayhem of Made to Love You II and Float...the popesque infection of Bad Bad Temper To Match and Not Just For a Day...bliss on butane!

On stage is where Hard-Ons love to be and after more than 35 years, tonight it shows tenfold. 

Small stage. Big crowd. 

Perfect sonic synergy all round. 

Keish totally in his groove up front, Murray in full control of the back end, Ray bleeding all over that perfect bottom end rumble and Blackie just smashing tand carressing those guitars within an inch of their lives.

The legend that is HARD ONS lives on!

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com 

Loved Lion Island’s last album, so was a little excited to see how it transferred live.

Drummer Bob is now on guitar and the sound is raggedly garage-ish.

Joanie’s on crack Opens up and it’s into your veins instantly with its catchy throes.

Infectious indie, melodic power pop with shades of Westerberg... a similarity I’ve noted before...and a great one at that.

"I saw the clash in the supermarket"... gloriously messy. 

Sweet jagged  guitars drive the bus and it’s feelgood all the way.

Bunch of new songs, plenty of punch and some gnarlier garage moments.

Sure there are some raw moments but hey, that’s rock n roll. 

Space Boozzies hail from the coast and even have their own tween queen dance crew.

Dirty, raggedy triple guitar riddled rock pellets that crawl drunk from the gutter and slam their way down the alley in their own haggard way.

Undertones’ Teenage Kicks does snotty justice to the original.

A one minute punk onslaught...some psyched 60s squelcharama...some more gnarly punk-esque carnage...a bit o smooth sax...and in all, it’s one sweaty hair ball of a set.

Fresh from Japan, Melbourne’s Thee Cha Cha Chas  are a two piece that kick as hard as a fully fledged combo.

Scorched guitar and footsie drums all in one with she vox  and bass completing the picture.

Not afraid to kick some arse, have a chat and generally fuzz it up, it’s  hard not to succumb to their unique charm.

And Alternative Ulster!!! FRICK Yeah!

Fresh as fuck and beautifully ravaged.

Big shout out to Milly and Adam from Outaspace for having me along (and for the Dunnies record).

Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com