Define your genre in five words or less:
Nasty, noisy, dreamy pop.
What can a punter expect from your live show?
Energy, electrical shocks and general dorkiness. Plus noise.
What do you think a band has to do these days to succeed?
To actually get off their tukkas and do the hard yards. You will not get places by sitting around and the quick solution is never the good solution. And as well as that, be respectful. As the wise Spencer P. Jones once said to me: “It’s nice to be important but always important to be nice”.
Why should everyone come and see your band?
Cheap booze and something actually happening on a Wednesday night?
Tell us about the last song you wrote.
It’s called Ships and is the nastiest thing we’ve ever written. It’s about clinging to something that has passed. And has a noise solo with a guitar slide.
When’s the gig and with who?
We are playing every single Wednesday in December at The Evelyn Hotel (351 Brunswick St, Fitzroy) with heaps of fantastic bands and 12 buck jugs along with a measly two bucks entry. We appeal to the tight arses of Melbourne.
