Sea Lungs stems from the idea that you don’t need to meet face to face to make music. It can be made from anywhere, anytime. Collaboration in defiance of isolation, threads strung across state lines to knit something taut and redemptive. The musical brainchild of one Jarrad Robertson (Pigs of the Roman Empire, Snakes of […]Read More Come on Get your Gills- ‘Sea Lungs’ bring the Brine
I bought my first fanzine in 1993. I was on one of my regular pilgrimages to the city to check out the independent record stores for cool imports with skulls and shit on the cover when I spied it. It was at a little hole in the wall outlet called ‘Rock N Roll Wearhouse’. A […]Read More On Zines, Quests and Bondage Nuns
And so it was written. As though inked by ancient scribes in a conjoined act of soothsaying and creation. A fortuitous collision at a print shop lights the touchpaper. Lightning strikes. Two disparate strands of DNA coil in tangled barbs, forming the nucleus of an eruption that would leave a fuming crater in its wake. […]Read More Into the Pit – An Interview with the Emperors of Eternal Evil
Amongst the dizzying array of streaming media platforms we have access to during these sedentary last days of Rome, there remains one constant amongst all outlets. No, not the bland interfaces and stunted algorithms, I’m talking about Hitler documentaries. You can barely swing a cat without stumbling upon yet another lukewarm take on this prick, […]Read More Lords of Trash Smash the Fash – On the Importance of Punching Fascists
Despite what I or anyone else thinks of it, Kickstarter has been a pretty amazing development in the democratisation of the creative commons. The crowdfunding model has empowered both individuals and small groups to realise their visions on a larger scale than previously thought possible, providing them with a platform and an audience hungry for […]Read More All Tomorrow’s Parties – Keeping Kickstarter Indie
When did people stop airbrushing Wizards onto panel vans? When did teenagers stop blazing up in their bedrooms beneath blacklight posters of dragons? When did our collective design aesthetic become so fucking boring? In a world of clean sans-serif and minimalist uniformity, it turns out there are still pigment-smeared goblins daubing psychedelic murals, giggling maniacally […]Read More Goblinko – Sean Aaberg, Acid Vomit and the Dungeon Degenerates
The boardgaming bug is a curious beast. It had flitted about my head all my life as I maintained a healthy appreciation for the hobby, never really crowding my vision with its gossamer wings as I dabbled here and there, maintaining a respectful distance. Board-curious if you will. These manageable bouts of entomology came to […]Read More Rum, Sodomy and the Thrash – an afternoon with Sea Evil.
High on death, at war with everything and pulling teeth for nothing, Sydney miscreants DARK HORSE flail in frantic circles full of bile and bruises. With lashings of D-Beat, Grind, Crust, Punk and Metal up their shattered sleeve, they’ve been howling into the void for seven years of bomb throwing chaos. More than just furious […]Read More Pulling Teeth for Nothing – An Interview with Dark Horse.
The underground has always been powered by the DIY spirit, where in a world of consumers, some dare to participate. Ever since the days of ‘Sniffin Glue’ and ‘Spiral Scratch’ the urge to create and take matters into one’s own hands, enduring the papercuts of progress has permeated the subcultural landscape. Where some moan about […]Read More To the Batcave!