It's beautiful - finally, the lost Frank Callahan tapes are coming to light, and yes, there's even footage of the classic psychedelic Lal Lal sessions that have been spoken about only in whispers in the teahouses and senior citizen's clubs of B-Town.
We can reveal to you here that yessir, he can boogie. Ladeez and gennilmen... with thanks to one of the longlost Balla-diaspora, a woman known only as the Queen of Rock (there is none higher) - the lost Frank Callahan: the Lal Lal Tapes episode one.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Show With No Name playlist May 2nd
Having been ripped off twice now by the Detroit Cobras (the first being to having waited years and dutifully paying for two tix to see 'em play like a bunch of smacked out zombies at the Prince) - the second being paying for their new album - we got back in the swing of things this week. There seems to be a pattern developing of the "A-to-Z" approach to rock here - A being AC/DC and Z being Zappa. But I digress.
The In Crowd - Blow Up
Detroit Cobras - Leave My Kitten Alone
Mickey Murray - Hit Record
Love Machine - Witches Wand
PJ Harvey - 50 foot Queenie
Tragically Hip - Use It Up
The Who - Leaving Here
Queens of the Stone Age - How to Handle a Rope
Supersuckers - On the Couch
Dan Penn - If Love Was Money
Killer Pussy - Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage
Lard - Mate, Spawn and Die
The Hellacopters - Disappointment Blues
The Chill Winds of Winter Footdown 7o'clock rock mix
Metallica - Motorbreath
AFI - Wester
Skatenigs - Hoosegow
Motorhead - Iron Fist
The Bell Rays - Psychotic Hate Man
Tine Turner - Get It On
Ed Kuepper - Real to Me
Midnight Oil - Written in the Heart
AC/DC - Up to My Neck In You
The Fat Thing - It's Got My Leg
Frank Zappa - Underground Acid Rock Freakout Music
Solomon Bourke - I Ain't Got You
Beasts of Bourbon - Let's Get Funky
Fishbone - Deep Inside
Rose Tattoo - TV Song
Dirtbombs - Everlovin' Man
Bay City Rollers - Bang Shang Alang
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The agony, the ecstasy, the Logie
And the best Logie goes to.....
...us. For best coverage of this historic event. Thankyou for the requests for some 'Tube of our superb Sally from Home and Away is Leaving special. We shall endeavour to prise.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Show With No Name playlist April 29
The memorial vials of rock set for Tom McKenneyLooks like I found the playlist for our special show live from Her Majesty's Theatre during the Chaser show... we started out giving Tom his due props and then made our way into some classic stuff - come on, where else on the radio are you gonna find The Waitresses as well as Tasmania's greatest ever hardcore/rock band, Mouth?
Nowhere, I sez!
Any Downers - Frank Zappa
Dancin' Fool - Frank Zappa
(He'll Never Be An) Ole Man River - TISM
God My Heart Is Ready - Chris Whitley
Could I Have Been So Blind - Black Crowes
Trespassing - Skull Snaps
I Know What Boys Like - The Waitresses
I Wanna Rock - Twisted Sister
Victim Chant - Mouth
Holy Diver - Dio
They Hated Us In Scandinavia - The Dirtbombs
Everglade - L7
Non-Alignment Pact - Pere Ubu
Young Spunk - Buster Brown
7 O'Clock Rock set:
Gotta Go - Agnostic Front
Accelerator - The Dwarves
Time's Up - Living Colour
80s Girl - The Descendants
Shakin Rock and Roll - Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
A.Harry Mainstay - Mars Volta
Weird Revolution - Butthole Surfers
Tommy the Cat - Primus
Hole in her Belly - Pig in a Can
Magic Fingers - Frank Zappa
14 Years in Rowville - TISM
Nothing's Ever Gonna Be the Same Again - You Am I
Los Hombres No Elan - Voodoo Glowskulls
You Are What You Is - The Persuasions
Satanville - The Throwaways
Bang Shang A Lang - Bay City Rollers
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Feelin' kinda Tubey
Been experimenting with this new fangled Youtube player.... click on the doohickey to the right of the play button and you'll find some of my latest Youtube faves, including (but not limited to) the classic Adrian Edmundson-directed video for Zodiac Mindwarp, the Saul Bass-style remake of the Star Wars opening credits, Mick Dog's awesome find of the 1950s Mum throwing knives at her children, and the classic drum battle between Buddy Rich and Animal on the Muppets among others.
Get into it! Soon enough we'll have footage of MickDog's awesome 'All You Can Meat' tour of late night Ballarat, proving once again that Ralph magazine has the latest news when it comes to social movements in our once golden city...
And thanks for all the correspondence (none) but I can't seem to find the playlist for the special Chaser-edition broadcast for the Show.... so it goes
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Show with No Name and Todd McKenney: revelations
It's true. All the rumours are true. Lenny reveals our part in the Todd McKenney media circus here:
More news at 11...
More news at 11...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
More reality than one show can handle
Hello Fans,
I'd just like to thank Bigguth Dicketh for their comments on Ballarat as the rootiest place on Earth (see comments on "This is where we Live").
As to changing the motto I think there are some fine suggestions.
Other mottos I'd considered were "Ballarat! Will root for piss!" or "Crack a Fat in Ballarat!" or "Buy me a drink and you can sink the pink".
Of course the next thing to do is to create a reality television program, filmed in several local locations, called "The Night Rider" where contestants are pitted against each other to pick up as many drunken hump bunnies as they can in a single night.
Points given for creative bonking locations, evading security cameras and not giving out their real names.
Points deducted for spewing (either party), poor coital performance and pregnancy.
In my opinion, if something as lame as "The Girls of the Playboy mansion" can cobble together half an hour of some blonde ninnies buying a Gonk doll in their hometown of Arsecrack, Montana (but failing to deliver the standard 8 boob shots or blandly filming Hef as he wanders around with his viagra drip calling everyone "Puffin Cakes" ), then a real time show where strapping young lads are given a $100 drink card and access to Australia's most up for it chicks should rate through the rooty roof!
Throw in a couple of piss weak street fights, a short scrag match over a taxi, cap it off with a clumsy crack at it at the Bus Stop and it has to be a hands down (yer pants) winner.
Who wouldn't want to watch some bloke on his third girdle getting a txt from the producers to say that his rival has just bagged his fourth muffin, then watching in thrilled anticipation the young fella talks his way past the bouncers, gets one more closing time Bacardi, masterfully grabbing the nearest ho-bo and her gravity challenged friend, in order to get in one last match winning double hump in before 3am closing and then submitting the saucy footage over a bacon style breakfast at the National Nine Network ? (although to be fair I think Seven is really gunna be the one to step up and see the dollars here).
Sure they'll be some nay-sayers. There always is.
But all we need to do is remind them that free wheeling sex and drugs kept everyone sane during the Goldrush and that Sovereign Hill really needs a 1850's brothel, with sheep skin franga's or syphilis lollypops for the kids if we are going to truly celebrate our heritage and move forwards with our heads held high (or hair held back).
All for now,
Mick "Minty dude fresher available soon!" Dog
I'd just like to thank Bigguth Dicketh for their comments on Ballarat as the rootiest place on Earth (see comments on "This is where we Live").
As to changing the motto I think there are some fine suggestions.
Other mottos I'd considered were "Ballarat! Will root for piss!" or "Crack a Fat in Ballarat!" or "Buy me a drink and you can sink the pink".
Of course the next thing to do is to create a reality television program, filmed in several local locations, called "The Night Rider" where contestants are pitted against each other to pick up as many drunken hump bunnies as they can in a single night.
Points given for creative bonking locations, evading security cameras and not giving out their real names.
Points deducted for spewing (either party), poor coital performance and pregnancy.
In my opinion, if something as lame as "The Girls of the Playboy mansion" can cobble together half an hour of some blonde ninnies buying a Gonk doll in their hometown of Arsecrack, Montana (but failing to deliver the standard 8 boob shots or blandly filming Hef as he wanders around with his viagra drip calling everyone "Puffin Cakes" ), then a real time show where strapping young lads are given a $100 drink card and access to Australia's most up for it chicks should rate through the rooty roof!
Throw in a couple of piss weak street fights, a short scrag match over a taxi, cap it off with a clumsy crack at it at the Bus Stop and it has to be a hands down (yer pants) winner.
Who wouldn't want to watch some bloke on his third girdle getting a txt from the producers to say that his rival has just bagged his fourth muffin, then watching in thrilled anticipation the young fella talks his way past the bouncers, gets one more closing time Bacardi, masterfully grabbing the nearest ho-bo and her gravity challenged friend, in order to get in one last match winning double hump in before 3am closing and then submitting the saucy footage over a bacon style breakfast at the National Nine Network ? (although to be fair I think Seven is really gunna be the one to step up and see the dollars here).
Sure they'll be some nay-sayers. There always is.
But all we need to do is remind them that free wheeling sex and drugs kept everyone sane during the Goldrush and that Sovereign Hill really needs a 1850's brothel, with sheep skin franga's or syphilis lollypops for the kids if we are going to truly celebrate our heritage and move forwards with our heads held high (or hair held back).
All for now,
Mick "Minty dude fresher available soon!" Dog
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