For the second time this week we're typing sentences like "it's been too long", "old mates, new tricks" and "remember when we used to type sentences about these bastards all the time". When I say "we", I'm almost exclusively referring to just myself, that grouping simply utilised for the associated mirage that the views expressed are a collaborated consensus. So it's just me that was probably inches/seconds away from typing a sentence about that opening naked guitar riff sounding like the best/worst thing The Vines ever did, and the unmeasurable value that exists between those two end-points. We (me) thought they'd never fade to dust and/or be sued to an inch of their life by The Paparazzi. Similarly, it's hard to imagine ever getting sick or tired of (the) Straight Arrows' lethagic garage-ic pop.
Friday, June 13: Wombarra Bowling Club, Wombarra
Saturday, June 14: Newtown Social Club, Sydney
Friday, June 20: The Brightside, Brisbane
Saturday, June 28: Fishbowl, Newcastle
Saturday, July 12: Northcote Social Club, Melbourne