Issued as a cassette in 1988 in a limited run of 300, these are the first recordings of Bored! Expect no studio wankery or sonic polishing, other than the obvious mastering from cassette to vinyl. This is how the band sounded when they were a bunch of pups from Geelong, playing on the floor of their local record store.
Bang! Records is run by a couple of Basque Country rock and roll fanatics who have championed Beasts of Bourbon and various spin-offs, a host of scuzzy Downtown Manhattan noise-makers and the so-called Geetroit Sound. This recycled gem is on LP only and follows 2016’s “Piggyback” compilation of lost recordings on the same label.
While chowing down on early Stooges songs might be ho-hum in these Post Pop Reunion times, Bored! was really pushing envelopes in post-punk Melbourne and its environs. That explains the three-in-a-row inclusion of “I Wanna Be Your Dog”, “No Fun” and “TV Eye”. “No Fun” especially has intuitively weaving guitar fireworks from Dave Thomas and John Nolan that should make your jaw gape.
Sydney’s Dunhill Blues are on hiatus so what’s a poor boy to do but to sing and play in (another) rock and roll band? Adam Brzozowski from the Dunnies has formed Space Boozzies, described as “a mongrel dog from the Central Coast featuring members of all the popular surf/garage/rock bands you've never heard of”.
Space Boozzies’ Mikey Young-mastered debut album ”I Feel Alright” is being pressed right now – pre-orders are open here - and the band is doing a run of shows in Northern New South Wales and Queensland to celebrate.
They’ll be touring with Son of Jaguar, the Coffs Coast's “kings of sweat-drenched, hip-shakin' rock'n'roll since 2016”. Their debut record “King Hit” is a twin-axe attack that gnaws at garage-punk's bones and is out on Conquest for Noise.
Space Boozzies-Son of Jaguar
Australian East Coast Tour
28 - The Gollan, Lismore
+ The Antibodies
29 - East Brisbane Bowls Club (Space Boozies only)
with Public Execution + Fred Band + Koko Uzi
12 - MoshPit, Newtown
w/Good Pash + Tweerkerz
13 – The Lass, Newcastle
For once, instead of the anodyne whitewashed authorised biography, here you get the ghastly stories and goss. Also, like Matt Johnson’s too-few LPs, “Long Shadows, High Hopes” has been a long time coming. It has the full co-operation of its subject (the book features on The The's website, so one assumes it's the authorised tome).
It comes with a cracking (if brief) foreword by long-time friend and collaborator Jim Thirlwell (you may remember him from such films as , and for his work as Foetus, Steroid Maximus and so on).
It's also a biography with the insights and detail one would expect of a writer of one of the Stones, or a Beatle. And that's because, in the UK and the USA, The The were bloody huge. And ... he walked away from vast fame, fortune and all the usual head-spinning hoo-ha which so many rock gods revel in.
Fraser has done an excellent job, remaining on friendly terms with his subject, maintaining an even perspective but still able to take issue with him at times. Rather difficult if you're a fan, which Fraser obviously is.
Now, I confess I thought The The to be just another English ’80s pop band. Wasn't my thing. But, upon being queried whether I had an interest in reviewing the book, I had a quick look at what Johnson's been up to. Wikipedia (the people's unrelyabull enscycloppedya) tells me that, apart from The The, Johnson is "also a film soundtrack composer (Cineola), publisher (Fifty First State Press), broadcaster (Radio Cineola), and conservationist/local activist".
So I changed my tune and put my hand up and, slightly startled, read Thirlwell's intro at the bus stop. Also, Johnson's first single was produced by Graham Lewis and Bruce Gilbert and that stopped me dead in my tracks. Now I didn't just want to review the book. I wanted to hear the man.