Some of the best times of my early twenties were spent at the Sunny's gigs, crank the volume and give it all, a pair of brothers from just south of the Goldy who took the country by the balls and gave us all a lesson in honest, from the heart, bare it all songcraft . . . . on stage they were in their element and at their zenith, we were lucky enough to work with them at their peak, what a fucking treat and an honour, the Playroom, the Grand Pacific, Bombay Rock and at Selina's in Sydney . . . . melody with balls of steel . . . . I gotta hang up, cause I'm a happy man !!!
REAL COOL SHIT - REAL BIKES, REAL CARS, REAL TUNES . . . . AND A LI'L BIT OF REAL VITRIOLIC RANTING . . . . AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER COOL STUFF THAT GIVES ME THE HORN . . . . unless otherwise stated, all words, blurbs and drivel herein are entirely mine. I hope you dig it. All my personal photos can be enlarged by clicking on the image.
Sunday, 25 November 2012
THE SUNNYBOYS "HAPPY MAN" 1981 . . . . I AM A HAPPY MAN, HONEST, SOMETIMES THE BILE OBSCURES IT THAT'S ALL . . . . THESE GUYS WERE THE SHIT, GREAT TUNES THAT STANK OF PURE SIXTIES INFLUENCED, POST PUNK POWER POP . . . . SWEATY NIGHTS IN PACKED ROOMS WITH LOW CEILINGS . . . . ALWAYS RUNNING ON THE EDGE OF IMPLOSION . . . . POOR JEREMY, TORMENTED BY A BLACK DOG ALL HIS LIFE.
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