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AARON GOES TO SOUTHBOUND PART 1 // HENRY STAYED HOME

Friday, January 7th, 2011 by Matt

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“I jus wanna FUCK SOMETHIN!!!….. I’M SOOO LOOOONELY!!!!!” Yep it’s 12am in the morning and this is what we hear as myself and Chris Callan try to set up a tent in the dark, sober… Not like myself and Mat de Koning attempting to do the exact same the year before… not so sober. But the strange yelps and cries for sexual gratification from the children, most likely on acid, a few tents away, made me chuckle. So how did we end up here? Lets go back shall we? Yes, the question is redundant, we’re going back… I’m telling you, not asking you.

I get a text from John Macliver at 9:27am “Yo make it 10:30 at the office” (we were meant to meet at 10am. I didn’t wake up ’cause of that CRAZY iPHONE BUG that stopped your alarms going off and made the weather unbearable.

10:40 I rock up at the office and we take off for the long, long, long drive to Busselton to shoot SOUTHBOUND 2011 I’m exited about this one because I really want to see The National, Joan Jett and Sleigh Bells. That’s it. That’s ALL I wanted to see. “But what about this person, and that band and this band?” Who gives a fuck! I’ve been to enough fucking festivals where I can be content with seeing who I want to see and not have you fucking lecture me about how good this band was or is or will be. 3 Bands. Done.

We arrive and it’s HOT! I mean the kinda hot that makes you go “How am I sweaty there?” Hot. Lugging camera gear from cars to trolleys, trolleys to gates, gates to camping ground, ground to media tent and then to back stage and back again… Pain in the ass. We Have VIP/Press access… Still a pain, But 3 bands. 2 on the 1st night. Not complaining. First up is an interview with Tijuana Cartel. I can’t hear anything and am just focused on the shot and getting a cold drink (Even if I shoot the interview, in situations like this I really only “SEE” the interview for the first time when I edit it… Strange? Maybe…. Too HOT don’t care)

SECURITY: “You can’t come through here without a AAA”

US: “We’re standing in the AAA section… we want to go to General Admission”*

*This conversation happened over and over, again and again. We gave up by day two and mastered horrid looks to express our distaste for them not being able to remember our faces, and more interested in the half torn pages of a porn mag they left discarded in the staff toilets like many actual condoms found in the regular toilets.

So then we packed up our equipment for the first day and I went off to see The National. I primed myself right up front so I could get a great view and be in the crowd and experience Frontman; Matt Beringer’s amazing vocals in awe… What I wasn’t expecting however was when they started off with “Mistaken For Strangers” from their acclaimed 2nd Album Boxer (one of my favourite tracks) some fucking retarded, vocally inept walking failed abortion starts singing every line from the top of his lungs, right behind my ear. Not just a Chorus (that I could handle) NO! Everything word for word (he fucked up a lot of the words… and the key it’s meant to be sung in, the general pace… FUCK!

I CAME HERE TO LISTEN TO THE NATIONAL…. NOT A NATIONAL FUCK-TARD!

So I left for the back of the pit. More room, but not up close. Still great, still amazing. (Got told off for smoking… fucking hell… why not rape me while i’m here!) So when, for their final song “Terrible Love” from High Violet, kicks in and Beringer launched himself into the crowd, to about the point I was originally standing, where fuck-diddly-umptious was still singing every word, was I angry? Kinda. But that that stage I had had my festival highlight and could go home in peace.

Two more drinks. Not drunk yet. Off to Joan Jett.

The crowd was slim, mainly cause it was full of girls who just saw the movie “The Runaways” and now think they know everything about their music. More about stupid people like this in

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts played. They were good, not great. They played “I Love Rock & Roll”, “Crimson & Clover”, “I Hate Myself for Loving You” and older Runaway’s tracks like “Cherry-Bomb”… But I think by that time of the night I was tired and it had dawned on me.

We hadn’t set up a tent yet and were just hoping to crash somewhere in Busselton.

CUT TO: Where we began. It’s late, we’re tired and we’re setting up a tent and some random drunk is still yelling: ““I jus’ wanna FUCK SOMETHIN!” and then every now and then he’d yell “Watermelon!!!” some girl was egging him on…

*for more on stupid girls like this see above statement about “Runaways” and a rant in Pt.2

So. Tent is up and I’m off to bed. The ground is hard. The Acid freak, wont shut up. Someone is snoring in the tent beside me and some fucking bug from hell just crawled into my ear. Still… Seeing the National was Worth It!

… More madness in Part 2

Read part two of Aaron’s adventures here

Check Out who as in the crowd thanks to Court Maccah’s snappy snaps

Read about Chris Callan’s fight with a sailor in a shower here.

Check out Maccah’s shots of the bands you went to Southbound to see.

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WAM SONG OF THE YEAR // IN IT

Wednesday, July 21st, 2010 by Matt

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SUGAR ARMY // LIVE AT AMPLIFIER

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010 by Chris

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WHAT: SUGAR ARMY. With Young Revelry and Emperors

WHERE: Amplifier Bar, Perth

WHEN: 3/07/10

It’s July and it’s cold but Sugar Army are keeping everything under control as they head around Perth on their In Control Tour. The third of four dates brought them and an irrepressible crowd to the Amplifier bar.

Support heroes, Emperors began the eve. Every time these guys play they seem to get better. Their songs have moved from mundane and bland to well crafted and with even better execution.

New single, The River and a reworked version of Favorite Colours were highlights from quite a delightful set that perhaps moved this band from OK to, dare a say it, a band to watch.

Young Revelry jumped up on stage for the second support slot. Starting off with a flurry of noise, distortion and heaviness, hopes were high for a band I had yet to see.

However as they settled down into their set my hopes faded. Young Revelry are in no way a bad band, but for me they were bland, repetitive and for the most part devoid of any real sense of self.

So to everyone’s favorite tasty treat: Sugar Army. From the outset it was clear that Sugars are well rehearsed, experienced and a downright good band. They played a fine set of new songs, in-between older tracks. Sugar Army gave the Saturday night crowd quite a treat.

They way they are able to weave tracks together is, in part, down to the hard work they put in the rehearsal rooms but more so due to the comfort they have with each other on stage.

Greed is Good, Where Do You Hide Your Toys? and new track In Control soared throughout the small room and the crowd were loving it. It was good to see an Amplifier crowd interested and involved in the live music they were witnessing.

Finishing with Acute and crowd favorite Tongues In Cheeks were a measure of how in tune Sugars were on this eve. With new tracks on the way, new recordings and further shows, the Army marches on.

©Chris Wheeldon. 5th July 2010.

Photos by Lisa Businovski Click any picture to see it full size!

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