About 15 years ago, satirical news source The Onion warned we may be running out of past to recycle. With artists like Lana Del Rey and Mumford and Sons in the mainstream, The Onion was right. What's offered is oh-so-serious rehash, seemingly forgoing fun when exalting kitsch.
Regurgitator didn't forget. This record is Ben Ely and Quan Yeomans' wild laboratory of pop music that almost was, unconstrained by coked-up label execs or A&R fluffers.
DLC’s Hi-Fi Bar gig in Melbourne might've been the ultimate gathering of Dead Letter Circus faithful. After lights went down? Invasion of the n00bs. When The Catalyst Fire dropped, DLC charmed the mainstream. New fans aplenty climbed aboard DLC’s crystal starship. Are they screeching toward Aussie rock stardom's top tier? If it wasn’t euthanised, Hey Hey, It's Saturday! would’ve booked them for a two-song spot. Australia’s Guy Smiley, Daryl Somers, would’ve introduced them with requisite clueless enthusiasm. That’s one heck of a big fucking deal.
I went to Ferntree Gully for this mag. Ferntree Gully. It's a blip on a dot forgotten by dental hygeine and happiness. I saw Bleeding Through there. Hanged with Marta Peterson, who beat me at pool. (On points.) My girlfriend didn't approve of that, but she sure as shit didn't mind my gawking at a near-nude Boris the Blade baring their tattoos. DOUBLE STANDARD MUCH?
As for interviews I upset the legendary Jeff Walker of Carcass, talked BJs with Nile's Karl Sanders and boogied with Elvis and Lucifer via Watain. There's whole lotta other mystical trippy shit in as well. What is it? You'll have to read to find out.
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“The universe is change, life is what our thoughts make it.”
