Show With No Name playlist May 20 - special Rock for the Mock edition

It was emotional. It was intensive. There's probably gonna be some 'tube of it 'cos it was at times hysterical. Here's the tunes, or as much as I can remember.

The full list of Mok tunes wil be listed as soon as the audio is carved... lazy tongueless bugger I am, but... Mok the Casbah, Mok Around the Clock, even the surprise inclusion of the Tony Bartuccio dancers just couldn't compete with Only the Tony in the early heats...
But anyway... here's the tunes for our many* listeners .

The Prisoner - Iron Maiden
Tony's Theme - Pixies
Maniac Blues - The Bell Rays
We Don't Understand You - Front End Loader (live)
Thin Lizzy - Jailbreak
Carlton - Skyhooks
Welcome to the Jungle - Guns n Roses
Killer Parties - The Hold Steady (remix)
Jailbreak - AC/DC
Hate the Police - Mudhoney
Riot In Cell Block #9 - The Coasters
Chains of Love - The Dirtbombs

7 O'Clock Mock Mix
For Whom the mokBell Tolls - Metallica
Thousand Points of Hate - Anthrax
Over You - The Dwarves

Stay Hungry - Twisted Sister
(And a huge shoutout to the first caller in two years who called about the music. Right on!)

100 Fresh Disciples - Nokturnl
Zombie Woof - Frank Zappa
Smile - Quadbox
I'm So Bad Baby I Don't Care - Motorhead
September Crush - Asteroid B612
Eiffel Tower High - Husker Du
I Got Chills - The Bronx
New Direction - Gorilla Biscuits




*word 'many' may not correspond with any dictionary definition

For those about to rock - or wooga wooga

Can't begin to tell y'all about the awesome rock-throbbing power of Camp Street the other night, with Ballarat legendary goth kings/queens/royalty Immaculata in the Helen MacPherson Cancer Stiff Theatre on one side and Tassie's bad boy duo betterknown as the Beasties from Hobart stylee (otherwise known as The Scientists of Modern Music) on the other in Ye Olde Karova, you couldn't go wrong.

After the sad post-AFI baby-baby rock of Talk Radio, the earnest college kooky rockness of Neon Love began the night properly, to be followed by those two little rascals bangin' the electro vibe like Dr Who with a strapped-on Angus model Gibson SG... with bonus dance moves. What's not to like? These Scientists of Modern Music received my thrustily put $10 for a CD and all is well.

While we've been hard at the Youtubin the switchboard has gone wild, hence we've had to include the Sebastopol-Redan remix of the Frank Callahan Lal Lal sessions tapes right here and now due to the pressure of the public persuasion (yeah, it's cut short to a minute or so):




we hope that's suffficient for the hard rock appetite of our devoted listeners.

meanwhile, we're talking about a new way of getting down Humffray Street and a new way of employing the energy of youth for our mutual entertainment.

Show With No Name playlist May 13

An exciting week this week. We walked in the studio to find the right wing of the Liberal party have turned their insane eye to regional Victorian community radio stations: a giant sign saying 'Voice FM is now a no obscene language station'.

And not an unwashed copulating Semite in sight.

I asked whether someone has deleted Cold Chisel's Bow River and Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side from their constantly browsing computer, used to replace humans in making this thing called radio... I think a well researched letter to the Board is in order, with demands for a a new list of obscenity. Having been a zine publisher back in the 90s and finding out the list of words you're not allowed to put on the front pages of Australian magazines or newspapers, I look forward to embedding the words 'smoo' and 'nunga' in all manner of speech.

FZ - The Illinois Enema Bandit
AC/DC - Back in Black
Dirtbombs - Leopard Man at the C & A
G-Love - Things That I Used to Do
Eddie Bo - If Its Good to You It's Good For You
Jimi Hendrix - Izzabella
Sons and Daughters - Guilt Complex
Soundgarden - Outshined
The Hold Steady - The Swish
The Riptides - Cigarettes and Alcohol
Dogbuoy - UpRock

The 7 O'Clock Nup, Winter Is Still Creating Fear and Loathing mix
Sublime - Falling Idols
Sick of It All - This Day and Age
Bad Brains - Build a Nation
Ministry - Greed, Power, Corruption

Fear Factory - Cars
Open Hand - Take No Action
Urban Dance Squad - Alienated
Fugazi - Suggestion
Chuck E Weiss - Pygmy Fund
Black Sabbath - Iron Man
Harem Scarem - Animal Tracks
Eli Paperboy Reid and the True Loves - Doin't the Boom Boom
The Kinks - I Gotta Move
Bay City Rollers - Bang Shang a Lang



Although if you listen, I think Joe Dole is fast becoming the real outro theme song for the Show...

Ballarat's old jazz musicians come to play

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.

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

Show With No Name playlist April 29

The memorial vials of rock set for Tom McKenney
Looks 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

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

THE BLOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD

Libel laws being what they is this in Go' bress Amerca this article was turned down by a funky rockin mag specifically marketed to young white teens. With recent Grand Prix events and as I'm quite fond of it I thought it was worth getting down for posterity, here goes:
Many of us are more than familiar with the proposition that if you were to place an infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of typewriters and then left them to type for infinity eventually they would write and record the KISS album Hot in the Shade. I seem to have started this article in the middle, a common enough literary device nowadays but let me take you back to the beginning.

The year is 1978 the place Ballarat, Victoria, Australia. Yep where the kangaroos drive buses and wombats hassle the elderly. At this time I am 8 years old and as far as I know ABBA is music. Down the road, two houses in fact, are the towns toughest family. Three brothers who when not playing cricket with me on my crutches (not a permanent fixture happily) are down at the local bowling alley breaking into pinball machines or beating seven types of christ out of whoever gets in there way.

I am in their bedroom this day and the eldest and toughest brother "Antonio" is listening to a Sex Pistols tune by the name of "Friggin in the Riggin". Me being 8 and all, the frequent use of the word "cunt" is quite exciting couched in this piratical rock'n roll sound. Enjoying the "if my folks find out about this I'm fucked" ambiance of it all, I start to glance through his lp collection and come across a bizarre painting of some long haired dude with a purple aura around him with a black star over his right eye. Now being a reasonably keen Spiderman fan this find is quite exciting and I ask Antonio "What's this?" He says "That's a guy outa KISS, there's four of them and they all have a different blah,blah,blah." You know the basics I presume? To cut to the chase I start to collect everything I can get my hands on about this band and within a year I am what is known as a "KISS freak".

Their are fights in primary school defending the musicality vs the show. In truth I'm barely 9 and what the fuck would I know? It's loud and freakish. Just like me. Now although Paul was the first to catch my eye I find myself gravitating towards the Spaceman and the Cat. They seem to be infinitely cooler than the other two merely by not being such try hards. Also by this point I have begun belting holes in every cushion at my folks house and am on my way to becoming a budding drummer.

The album Dynasty comes out and though I'm completely unaware that the KISS juggernaut is losing steam in there homeland, in Australia the whole country is about to go completely fucking batshit!! And they do. The pulpit follow their American counterparts and the "Knights In Satans Service" theory comes into play. Kids everywhere are burning the hell out of themselves trying to eat fire. People across the board are losing their minds and I, for one, am loving every minute of it. The rumour mills are starting to say that the band are to tour! Me and my big brother are keen as mustard and begin to save what little pennies we have. We are a working family and there aren't many of those to be had (pennies that is). My bro and I construct guitars out of paint, cardboard and bits of scalectrix track and look forward to the official announcement. Then the bombshell, Peter Criss has left the band! Of course nowadays we know he'd had a gutful, was off his face and was playing like shit, but back then the horror was almost to much to bare. Naysayers at school took the piss and said "What about yer band of superheroes now? Not so super huh?" "Fuck off" I say "They'll get someone" and they do. Eric Carr steps up to the plate as the Fox. We hear on the grapevine he was to have been the Hawk but he looked to much like a chicken. There is a special on a local music show interviewing Paul, Gene, Ace and Eric. Ace in particular seems out of his mind. As with Peter we all know why that is now but at the time it was the coolest thing on earth and noticing that Gene seemed to resent not getting all the attention came in a close second.

But I digress. The tour is announced, the lightweight pop of Unmasked goes to number 1 and they'll be here in December! Then the 2nd bomb shell of this story drops when my Mum tells me "You're not going". "But,but,but" I say until I start to sound like a motor boat, all to no avail. I'm getting over some leg operations and there's not a chance in hell I'll be going to that concert. And I don't. It's the start of a lifetimes regret but I fly the flag for team KISS regardless as the day approaches and they arrive. there is a Beatlesque media frenzy and every newspaper and tv show in the country is ravenous to get to them. The stadium tour goes off to sell-out crowds all and then with promises to be back in 9 months to visit there children, they're gone.

One day later and it seems like they were never here and are replaced by the Village People. THE FUCKING VILLAGE PEOPLE!! The kids at school ask "Are you gonna get into them now?" "Piss Off!!" I say "they don't even write there own tunes! Or play them!" "KISS are dead man" they take great relish in telling me. "No way they're coming back" I plead but for all intents and purposes they are right.

A great hush falls over KISS world but me an my brother keep the faith until about a year later a clip pops up, a poncy ballad! They've all got short hair and that WANKER Simmons cries at the end! Still I am loyal and take to The Elder with gusto even though I haven't the foggiest notion what it's about. Unlike only one year before, the whole country patentedly couldn't give a rats arse and the album sinks like a stone. The KISS brethren, me, basically, don't give up and soon enough Creatures of the Night comes out. It's cool, it's heavy, good cover but there's something fishy about it. Why aren't there any Ace songs on it? Third bomb. Ace has left the building! First Peter now ACE!?! What the fuck are they doing/ We see the 1st pictures of some Egyptian freak and all of a sudden the classic rock is out and the gutless 2nd guessing pretend metal is in. So begins the long decade of the soul. Lick it Up.

"Jesus they're ugly bastards aren't they?" say all and sundry. My defence is pretty weak since secretly I agree with them. Paul looks like a preening ponce, so, not much change there obviously. Eric looks like his face could dissapear at any minute. Vinnie a red-headed step child with access to hair dye. And Gene just looks like some dick with his tongue hanging out which of course, he is. That WANKER Simmons. I try to get into but it just doesn't have the zeitgeist of four guys who cant really play yet when they do it together it somehow just happens. Like Herpes. Animalize comes out all stripey. Turn the cover around "Who's that cunt?" I ask myself. Mark St Who? It's just not Ace and Eric cant swing like Peter. If it doesn't groove it aint worth piss.

Witness Steven Adler vs that knobend from The Cult. Right? Right.

At this point I'm about 15 and some diehard fans are starting to come out of the woodwork. We swap bootlegs and try to get our hands on anything to do with the classic line up that we can while pretending the current KISS is up to scratch. It aint. Asylum comes out. "Oh look at the pretty colours!" But wait a minute! Again. "Who's that cunt? Bruce? BRUCE??" Since when has anyone in KISS been called Bruce? At this point it becomes painfully obvious that it's become the Gene and Paul show. And I must say it's just as obvious that it's Paul that's holding up the ship as Gene resembles nothing less than a poodle and his songs sound like he shat them out in his sleep whilst pursuing a career in dud films. That WANKER Simmons. Crazy Nights, done with mirrors. Same cunt for a change anyway.

Then Hot in the Shade. Aaaaaaaah! It reminds me of a story actually. When I was really young I had four wooden dolls that I used to play with. They were little soldiers without joints so obviously you couldn't do much with them but I loved them all the same. Until one day when I went to find them and I'd lost them! I cried and looked everywhere but they couldn't be found. Until Hot in the Shade came out AND THE FUCKERS SHOWED UP AGAIN DOING EVEN LESS!!!

KISS Exposed was the last straw. The awesome sight of the real band knocking out I Stole Your Love and Shock Me then cutting to clips of Gene and Paul walking around the archives hanging shit on Ace and Peter. "If they're that bad" I remember thinking " why do you keep falling back on them you WANKERS!" It was about this time that my deep mistrust of anything Gene says EVER really dug deep as I realised what a compulsive lying soulless big mouth the fuck really was. That WANKER Simmons. And that was it. "Fuck those two" I thought and from then on any news I read or heard was taken with bemusement. Much more entertaining were stories of Peter becoming a derelict and being rescued by Roseanne and Tom Arnold only to find out it was an imposter and hearing the real Peter ripping shit out of him on Geraldo. Or tale of Ace being on tour again only to be spotted walking into a hotel room with a slab of beer on each shoulder never to return. "An dats dee end o' dat tour Curly!" Surreal, preposterous and proper rock'n roll!! Not like that wigged up corporate tosspot who if he could fuck himself I'd have been relieved cos we'd have never heard from him again. Veil.

1996 rolls around. The reunion tour is on!! Simmons, and I quote "We may have had our differences in the past but so fucking what? Nothing beats the magic of Paul, Gene, Ace and Peter". "Well alright" I thought "the fat cunt has come to his senses." they came to our shores once again and this time I saw them and it was truly the stuff that dreams are made of!!! Like being shot out of a cannon. Ace played like a GOD! The best thing for mine was that because Peter and Ace were so seemingly fragile Gene and Paul couldn't just gloss over into being a gutless memory. Because it was so spastic they had to play AS A BAND!! It seemed like it could fall apart at any moment. BUT IT NEVER DID!! It was dangerous wild and loud! Fucking KISS man!! All was forgiven. And then there was news of a new album? A new album? I was dubious but it was the four of them and the gig was so staggering I felt I had to give them the benefit of the doubt. I jumped on a tram, slipped into the city bought this thing called Psycho circus slipped back home and chucked it on. Later that day my housemate Ruddo laughed as he told me how while he was sitting outside in the back yard that afternoon he could hear the cries of "OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!" and "YOU FUCKIN WANKERS!!" The shit, as they say, was fucked up. It just reaked of being done by committee. Shitty gutless over produced slop that went nowhere and stayed there. By the time I got to Peters "I finally found my way" I thought "Like fuck you have" and threw it against the wall in disgust. Seasoned fans and old friends said "It's pretty good really" as if they were pleading with me to cut it some slack. "Bullshit" I said "It's a record for cunts by cunts". Then they toured again. My bro said "You gonna go?" "Nah" I said "that night was magic, I'm not letting them fuck me over a second time". Then comes the news. They sack Peter, Ace leaves and I say to myself "You're not telling me they're about to fuck it up all over again in exactly the same way they did the first time?" Yes. Yes they are.

So here I am in 2007 (8) A KISS fan who not once, but twice has had to watch those greedy fuckheads water down the legacy that I used to fight for as a child. Truth be told, I did go to one more show. One afternoon my bro rings up and says "C'mon, it's two for one, they can't fill the 2nd night." "Alright" I say and off we went. Strangely enough it was 20 years later and here I was on crutches again. We stood about ten metres from the front dead centre and on they came and y'know? It was ok. Tommy Thayer? Well who gives a fuck y'know? eric Singer seemed a cheeky fucker who gave it some boot and I had to hand it to Paul. Seeing hi that close was pretty cool. He still puts in. But Gene, Gene, Gene. If ever there was a more grotesque waste of a concert stage going through the motions so he could pocket another hundred grand that he didn't need then I've never seen it. It was blood spitting time. He hit the first "BOING" on the bass and he did all his neck wrenching. then out came the blood, there it was! Now because it was only two thirds full with a lot of families to boot, the sheet metal applause you hear on alive 1 and 2 wasn't there and there were several moments when you could hear a pin drop. This was one of them. Out came the blood and seeing the whole ludicrous display up so close made me laugh from the gut in the sort of high pitch you might've heard from say, oooooh, Ace Frehley? Gene heard this laughter and looked me straight in the eye. All the fans around me looked immediately as if to say "What the fuck are you doing man?' There he was the fat old God of Thunder and Betrayer the man who says "It's all about the fans" then calls them "scum" behind there back and charges $200 bucks a pop and that's just for the nosebleed section. There he was looking me in the eye. And I laughed in the fuckers face. That WANKER Simmons.

When the radio's the world

A dozy grey Sunday morning is echoing with the previous night's rock'n soul party - and the first time I properly figured out the ridiculous ease and quality of plugging the 'puter into the stereo. And what a Saturday night - kitchen cookin' smells, liberal amounts of grape juice and Steve Cross knocking out the Many Moods of Mick Collins feature upon Beat Orgy, 6-8 Saturday nights on 3RRR FM through a tastefully crankin' set of speakers.

Thumpin' rock and soul taking the listeners off on a journey through a couple of decades and a shitload of bands under the uniting theme of the Big Bloke With the Bad Arse Shades, Mick Collins - meaning getting to hear loadsa Dirtbombs in the process. And did I mention Steve Cross? It was rock'n'roll radio heaven, reminding me all over again how good we get it not just in Melbourne, but Melbourne's legacy to those music radio lovers out of reach of the transmitter on Mount Dandenong. Steve Cross (I have heard some call him 'Crossy...') sounds like the suave, erudite and slyly wisecracking music journo we never had in Australian print.

Sure, there's been half-decent stuff, but there's something about the way this guy serves it up - there's the suggestion of the naively passionate collector nut buried behind the hipster who's not too cool, giving us something we've come to expect from Melbourne public radio - superbly crafted programs that leave you in a semi-hypnotic daze afterwards they've been so beautifully listenable, personable, amiable. And did we mention Mick Collins? And recommend the Dirtbombs latest We Have You Surrounded?... knocked out with bursts of regularity via our own Show each week... as reinforced by their awesome, Blow the Roof Off a Venue Without One show at Golden Plains this year... More coffee, more morning blast into a Sunday carvin' the ones and zeroes...

Show With No Name playlist April 8

The Light an Olympic Torch for Sally from Home and Away Tribute Show
We promise. We never heard of the video. Anyhoo, tonight we rocked out good and hard for a couple of epic, historic moments. Sally from Home and Away has left, leaving a Grand Canyonesque hole in the Australian minor celebrity grid (just think! now everyone will demand their own mini-issue of TV Week).

Husker Du - Sorry Somehow
The Bellrays - Change the World
The Saints - Erotic Neurotic
The Dirtbombs - Leopard Man at C&A
Kiss - Watchin' You
Big Mama Thornton - Hound Dog
King Curly - I Am Coming Back
Alice Cooper - Cold Ethyl
Frank Zappa - Zomby Woof
The Hives - Outsmarted

The 7 O'Clock Do You Remember the Episode Where Sally Went Nude Car Surfing Slot
Motorhead - I'm So Bad Baby I Don't Care
The Monarchs - Loud
Dead Kennedies - Drug Me
Butthole Surfers - Some Dispute About T-Shirt Sales
The Supersuckers - On the Couch

The Who - 5:15
Soul Asylum - Get On Out
Prisonshake - Bedtime Beats You Senseless
Detroit Cobras - Slummer the Slum
Nebula - Do It Now
Sonic Youth - Youth Against Fascism
Painters and Dockers - Die Yuppie Die
Wayne Kramer - Boys Got that Look
The Von Bondies - It Came From Japan
Bay City Rollers - Shang A Lang

What they hey - here's a band I never heard of doing a cover of a toe-tappin' Ministry number... dedicated to all the people on television.

Show With No Name playlist April 1st

This week found us broadcasting on that most auspicous of occasions - the day after Angus Young's birthday. An important date - just to know that a 53 year old man is still making money by dressing up in a school uniform and hammering out guitar solos is alright by us.

This week was also special because Voice FM's program manager had supplied me with a special rectal vocoder implant, allowing me to transmit my thoughts through my arse and onto the airwaves, where once I was forced to communicate with only the aid of an Etch O Sketch and superb mime skills.

AC/DC - Let's Get It Up

The Vandals - Come Out Fighting

Lunachicks - Say What You Mean

The Misfits - Helena

TISM - 10 points for a Razor Scooter

Agnostic Front - Anthem

Dead Milkmen - Punk Rock Girl

The Descendants - Rotting Out

The Hold Steady - Your Little Hoodrat Friend

Rancid - U Don't Care Nothin'

Iron Maiden - Powerslave

Sublime - We're Only Gonna Die For Our Arrogance

7O'Clock Drown Out the Drama Mix

Pennywise - It's Up to Me

Dramarama - Anything, Anything

Mid Youth Crisis - Mid Youth Crisis

AC/DC - Kicked in the Teeth Again

Henry Rollins - What's the Matter Man

Gorilla Biscuits - Start Today

Helmet - Biscuits for Smut

AFI - My Michelle

Black Sabbath - Faeries Wear Boots

Fugazi - Waiting Room

Fishbone - Let Them Ho's Fight

Circle Jerks - Group Sex

Ramones - Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment

Van Halen - Ain't Talkin About Love

Bay City Rollers - Bang Shang Alang

BMX Brand X ride again

And the verdict? The Brand X boys let loose with a mighty roar of rock that threatened to drown out the Sunday arvo's reverie right across the town. I went a block away to a servo to get a can of drink and could hardly hear myself in the shop. Noice. The teenagers were all suitably surly and unimpressed. The band who owned the P.A were... adequate. 10 Second Riot is a great name for a band. Now they just gotta write some songs to match.

The bands set up on the edge of the skatebowl apron, and bychrist did a couple of the riders give it a red hot go. Props to the guy who continually tried to pull off the 720 degree spin and continually came within a pube's length of nutting himself. Big-ups to the poor little bugger who found out who wins in a game of Razor Scooter versus BMX. Seeing what looked like a 3 year old strapped into a camo-green helmet and wraparound glasses calmly trot out on his mini-scooter while all about him insane teenagers on BMXs flashed past with nary a care gave me hope that a new generation of youngsters without fear is on its way.

I'm talking, of course, of the inaugural Fuck this All Ages Gig At A Venue Bullshit Let's Just Set Up and Give It A Crack at the Skatebowl gig last Sunday, which for all purposes, went very nicely. Always nice to see some coppers running the barbie and handing out snags to the very people they're used to hassling. It was so easy, so stress-free, so easily organised there is no possibility of it happening again this year. Why would ya? Someone said it might happen again next year....

Me? I set up the Dodgy DJ kit in secret and patched into the P.A system. It all went rockin, until I was given the nastiest, most terrible thing a DJ could hear. "Could you turn it down? Some of the kids say they can't hear each other speaking." Outrageous. This is what 11 years of unmitigated evil in the shape of a man built only of eyebrows and fundamentalist Christian dogma brings.

Tomorrow we have another Show With No Name. Somehow I'm going to have to work in the classic Break the Ice by John Farnham. The very keen will know it's John's contribution to the classic BMX film Rad. In fact, here's John in all his glory for you right now - hope Lenny's not watching....

Show With No Name playlist March 26

Hard to say what the theme was this week.
'Disjointed' comes to mind.
Have been gradually adding some new links to folks who write with a passion, verve and the usual grab bag of adjectives you can't apply much to music writing these days.

Take Last Tram Home over there in the 6 Dim Sims of Separation box. Or the extreme rock and jazz excitement of Dave Lang over at Man With No Shame. And the man who's so Sydney underground/birdman/newchrists/iggy/diedprettyrock it hurts (in a good way), the Barman's Ranting at the I-94. This be good writin'. The Herald-Shun, the pAge, the former Government Gazette turned "We can make hate and right wing frothing into objective debate" pamphlet. They not be good writin'.
But I digress. Disjointed, you say. Yes. Here's what we played. Including a tribute to us getting Van Halen back on the road.

Radio Birdman - New Race (1992 version)
Front End Loader - We Don't Understand You
Motorhead - Stay Clean
Wagons - Snakebite
The Hold Steady - Hot Soft Light
Jimi Hendrix - Crosstown Traffic
Colonel Claypool's Bucket of Bernie Brains - Junior
Frank Zappa - Jonescrusher
Heeby Jeebies - Rubber Biscuit
Tragically Hip - Silver Jet
Lobby Loyde - Too Poor to Die
Lazy Farmer's Sons - Withered By the Dawn
Fugazi - Screaming at a Wall

7 O'Clock High Octane for Helen mix:
Pennywise - Bro Hymn
Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Lights Out
Bad Brains - Jah People Make the World Go Round
Voodoo Glowskulls - Monstruo del Gabinete
The Misfits - From Hell They Came

Van Halen - Dance the Night Away
Red Kross - Any Hour, Every Day
Dubrovniks - She Got No Love
Merry Clayton - Gimme Shelter
Purple Hearts - Just a Little Bit
Andre Williams - I Wanna Be Your Show
Celibate Rifles - Jesus On TV
The Now Time Delegation - Bye Bye
The Replacements - Bastards of the Young
The Gimmies - Living on 16 Shadows
The Victims - Television Addict
The Powdermonkeys - The Doldrums

Resurrection shuffled: or getting hammered is traditional for Easter in Ballarat

Another weekend reading the Springfield versus Shelbyfield pissing contest of The Age and The Australian, considering again that perhaps all the best writers of culture have given up trying to be published on dead tree in Australia and are wandering about online, mostly. And then there's us. *tumbleweed*

Musically, the good, bad and ugly list this Easter looks like this: Paul Stanley says he will quit kiss, which only goes to show what kind of sway Len's editorial on last week's show has. My bringing out of Heard It On the X was the precursor to the announcement that ZZ Top are recording again, so I guess it's my turn to line up at the Disappointment Ride for my chance to watch once favoured legends squander their once-shiny legacy.

Yes, my mulleted teenage bad self was there when ZZ Top played at Olympic Park in 1987. Me, my two mates and about 10,000 bikies.They were awesome. Billy Gibbons helped bring me to the psychedelic and freaky in blues and rock and roll music... - ah, the Deguello album - but their gradual decline throughout the 1990s does bring back the classic modern musical dilemma: just where do you go after your psychedelic retro-hotrod becomes a push-button spaceship?

No, what we've seen this Easter is the arrival of the rock'n theme song for Presidential candidates. One of our spiky-haired brethren from Twisted Sister (no, not Dee...) has whipped up a version of I Wanna Rock - except it's I Want Barack.

Yes - how fucking stupid. But is it stupid enough to win more votes? I think so. Which means not only will this get really ridiculous as the major media outlets seek more creative ways to ignore 5 years of carnage in Iraq, and desperate old rockstars seek a way to be relevant again (Bono. Say no more.), but also as with most American political stunts and trends, Australia will either get a shitty copied version of this very soon, or a really good ripoff of it in about three to five years' time.

So here's my early picks for remakes/repostings/corpse raping of OzRock for Oz Politicians:

Kevin Must Be There - Eurogliders

Maxine - Sharon O'Neill

The Phillip Ruddock Blues - TISM

Kochsucker Blues - David Koch goes for Indendent MP with the Beasts of Bourbon

It's A Wong Way to the Top - the massed drummers sacked by AC-DC

What About Pete - Peter Garrett with Shannon Noll and the Hard Knocks Choir

Of course, I live in Ballarat. Where Steve Jones is the mayor. The farking bass player for the Sex Pistols, if you 'aven't 'eard... Although curiously, the Clash's Janey Jones could get a work out... Anyhoo.

At least hearing Sweet Home Bazz Obama sure will be funny... I'm sure. What we need is circuses made out of bread. I'm hungry.

Show With No Name playlist March 11

OK, so the Van Halen thing didn't quite work out. It was always going to be a short term deal... but speaking of breathing life into a rehabbed body, Lenny was just a little bit chuffed with the news that Ace Frehley was back out and touring again. KISS may well be playing to an audience of broom pushers, waiters and freebie holders at the Grand Pricks, but we'll be holding out for Melbourne shows of Ace and his new crew of drug-free, boozefree (we used to call them straight edge, dear...) young hotshots. Bring the fuckin' Ozone, baby...

So anyhoo - in the wake of Golden Plains it was a mixed bag this week in terms of music choice. I'm still a bit flutter-hearted over the Dirtbombs and those insane Taswegians the Scientists of Modern Music. We did help promote another massive story from the Courier about needing rain to break the drought... awesome stuff.

23rd of Elvis - Way Before That
Frank Zappa - Muffin Man (live)
AC/DC - Beating Around the Bush
Roky Erikson - Standy for the Fire Demon
The Monkeywrench - Bring on the Judgement Day
Big Star - Life Is White
John Zorn - You Will Be Shot
Dirtbombs - Everlovin' Man
Leafhound - Freelance Fiend
Richard Cheese - Rape Me
Cosmic Psychos - Shove
Andre Williams - Sling It Bang It, Give it Cabfare Home
Prisonshake - $20
Guns n Roses - Anything Goes
The Fireballs - Big Black Hearse

7'oclock Rock
Sick of It All - This Day and Age
Henry Rollins - Stop, Look and Listen
One Inch Punch - Insult Your Intelligence
The Vandals - Behind the Music

Ace Frehley - Rip It Out
Lobby Loyde - Heavy Metal Kid
Aerosmith - Mama Kin
Blondie - Dreamin'
Spencer Davis Group - Time Seller
Flaming Lips - Mr Ambulance Driver
23rd of Elvis - Outsider
Ace Frehley - What's On Your Mind?
5678s - Guitar Date
Ace Frehley - Wiped Out
Bay City Rollers - Bang Shang Alang

Oh, by the way, did I mention down at Golden Plains I was told AGAIN the story of a plucky promoter who thinks they can get Led Zeppelin to play Kryal Castle?

Oh! And we got our first international shout-out from our man Jeckles at shittyblogradio. Always so nice when the folks responsible for voting in the next man with their finger on the world nuclear trigger smile upon us peasants of the Pacific... big ups!

Show With No Name playlist Feb 26

Woulda put this up yesterday except Len and I found ourselves in the Royal Joke - a fine boozy venue in the suburb called South Central in Ballarat. Yes, hello you old skool rap fans. Bad news. A bunch of whitefolks in Commodores are prowling the streets of South Central and there's nary a cap busted in any asses... poor old Eazy-E's rotisserizing in his grave... but I digress.

After a lot of phone calls (none) and emails (none) we've decided to bung up the playlist each week. Maybe so you can get a taste of the awesome rock passion of our radio show. Maybe so I can keep track of what I'm playing so I don't end up sounding as crappily playlisted as Triple J... fuck can we hear that Pissy Huggins song again? And again?

The Return from Black Waves of Depression Special
Skyhooks - Every Chase A Steeple
ZZ Top - Enjoy and Get It On
Capsicum - Toe Tapper
Blue Oyster Cult - This Ain't the Summer of Love
Dirtbombs - Leopard Man at the C & A
John Zorn - A Shot in the Dark
Frank Zappa - I'm a Beautiful Guy
Blur - It Could Be You
Kinks - Shagri-La
New York Dolls - Jet Boy (live)
Ramones - She's a Sensation
Rose Tattoo - Nice Boys Don't Play Rock and Roll

7 O'clock rock set*
Slayer - God Send Death
Descendants - Everything Sux
The Bronx - All This Is
Misfits - From Hell They Came

David Bowie - Look Back in Anger
Sugarman 3 - Promised Land
Zoobombs - Belt Out Rock and Roll
Bellrays - Some Confusion City
Harem Scarem - Run On Down the Line
The Jesters - Cadillac Man
Nebula - Freedom
Stiff Little Fingers - Barbed Wire Love
Frank Zappa - Doreen
Bay City Rollers - Bang Shang A Lang

* where we aim to inspire serious window-down, hair flappin', sign-of-the-cow driving