"1972 AUSTRALIAN DRAG RACING NATIONALS" BY 'RACE66ETHANOL' . . . . A REAL BLAST FROM OZ'S PAST, ALL CLASSES, ALL TYPES, ALL GOOD . . . . I DON'T BUY INTO THE 'CARS SUCK' THEORY, IT'S A BULLSHIT, SHALLOW, NARROWMINDED, FAUX BIKER DRIVEL DRIP . . . . ANYTHING WITH GRUNT UP FRONT IS A BIT OF ALRIGHT IN MY BOOKS !!!!

Some red hot period footage from the land of the Main Force Patrol, 1972, XU1's and HO's were the go on the street and on the strip it was a kaleidascopic miasma of old Brit, Yank, Jap and Aussie hybrids, a wonderful melting pot of beautiful 60's feds, altereds, Toranas, Corollas, 'Stangs, Humpies, Datos, Anglias, Morries . . . . you name it, it's here and running the quarter wide open.

Some seriously decent speeds being attained and the film speed is remarkably good, nothing looks like its been dredged out of the 1920's, sound quality is also superb, apart from an annoying 'bang' sound effect inserted at the end of some runs . . . . this is the shit that's absent from so much modern motorsport, relaxed, casual, good old fashioned fun, all destroyed by interfering legislative bodies, social do-gooders and a bunch of lawyer led, loser litigants who didn't want to take responsibility for their own stupid, gormless actions . . . . enjoy a portal back to a more innocent and enjoyable time.

APHEX TWIN "WINDOWLICKER" [H.D 720p] . . . . APHEX TWIN ISN'T, RICHARD JAMES IS . . . . UNSETTLING, UNWELL, UNSTABLE, UNUSUAL, UNAPOLOGETIC AND UNDER THE CONTROL OF THE HAND OF THE UNIVERSE . . . . MR JAMES WITH TEN MINUTES OF RELATIVE HAPPINESS . . . . PERFECT SUBSTANCE SUCKLING SOUNDS, SONICALLY SPEAKING.

Given Aphex Twin's twisted and seriously disturbing previous releases in the vein of 'Come to Daddy' and the bizarre 'Rubber Johnny' co-production with Chris Cunningham, the wonderfully dreamy on the good shit 'Windowlicker' is a fun filled frolic into Gene Kelly inspired throbbing man gristle joy, just dig it and sit the fuck down . . . . or stand the fuck up . . . . or whatever you want to do . . . .

THE CONTINUED PICTURE POSTING ADVENTURES OF IDIOT BOY IN THE LAND OF THE INTERWEB UPLOAD PARTY PLAN PRINCIPLE . . . . NOW, THIS ONE HAS ONLY TAKEN THIRTY ODD MINUTES, SUCK IT IN, LET'S SEE HOW IT COMES OUT . . . . OR DOESN'T, AS THE CASE MAY BE.

THE PURPLE PENIS IN PROFILE . . . . BIZARRE FACTOID #562a . . . . NEVER HAD AS GOOD MILEAGE FROM ANY SET OF BAGS AS I HAVE FROM THE HOGLET . . . . I HAVE ALWAYS RUN METZELERS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE NEAR TERMINAL FLIRTATION WITH THE LEGENDARY NON TIRE THAT THE 'DEATHMASTER' AND K81 WERE ON MY FIRST BONNIE AND HERE I AM WITH THE MINI TRACTOR AND I'M CLOCKING UP 18,000 KLM ON BOTH REARS AND OVER THAT FOR THE STEER END.                                                                                                                                                                                  

NOW . . . . LET'S SEE WHAT THIS DOES . . . . BRING ME THE MACHINE THAT GOES 'PING' . . . . JUST PUSHIN BUTTONS AND HOPIN FOR THE BEST FOLKS !!!!!

TRY AND DO THIS WITHOUT THE BLOODY JUMP BREAK SHIT HAPPENING . . . . HOW TOTALLY FUCKING ANNOYING IS THIS ???? AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH !!!! 

NOW THE PHOTO'S TOO BLOODY BIG, I'VE PUNCHED THE WRONG BUTTON AND STUFFED THE ABILITY TO TYPE NORMALLY WITHOUT IT DOING THIS DRUNKEN TANGO ALL OVER THE PAGE . . . . ENOUGH, BEFORE I SMASH THE FUCKING COMPUTER ALL OVER THE FLOOR . . . . BLOODY INANIMATE OBJECTS !!!! TIME TO GET OUT FOR A THRASH ON THE PENIS MACHINE . . . . I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU . . . . ODDBALL !!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

'ELLO 'ELLO, WOT'S ALL THIS THEN, AMEN . . . . JUST DICKING ABOUT TRYING TO LEARN HOW TO SIDELOAD UPDRAFT AND DOWNSHOP PHOTOS . . . . TAKEN ME THREE FRIGGIN HOURS TO ACHIEVE NOT BLOODY MUCH AT ALL !!!!

LET'S SEE IF IT STICKS, KNOWING MY LUCK, THE 'PURPLE PENIS' WILL HAVE TOTALLY VANISHED INTO THE ETHER BY THE TIME I CHECK THE BLOG OUT . . . .

AND NOT UNLIKE MY OWN MANHOOD, THE PHOTO HAS TURNED OUT TO BE FAR TOO SMALL, REMINDS OF THE LINE OUT WHATEVER THE MOVIE WAS . . . . 'IT'S JUST LIKE A PENIS . . . . ONLY SMALLER' . . . . ANYWAY, ENOUGH SHITE, LET'S SEE WHAT GIVES ???

***** HOLY SHIT !!! IT'S ALMOST WORKED . . . . BY GEORGE, I THINK I'VE NEARLY GOT IT BY THE SCROTE SAC . . . . SAY HELLO TO MY LIDDLE FREN, IN HIS FIRST OFFICIAL APPEARANCE ON MY BLOG . . . . WELL, IT'S A START, SMALL, BUT A START !!!

"BOBBER START UP" BY CHRIS WOODAGE U.K . . . . REAR SETS ON A SPORTY BASED, GOOSED RIGID . . . . INVERTED TOURER 'BARS ON A SPRINGER FRONT END . . . . OFFSET STAINLESS PIPES AND MORE . . . . A GORGEOUS BIT OF KIT FROM ANOTHER SUPER TALENTED LIMEY . . . .

Chris Woodage has a blog called, oddly enough . . . . Woodage Blog . . . . the dude is a world class shooter of shots of the photographic kind with a long list of uber subjects, part time sideshow freak/wall of death henchman, artisnal fabricator of unique lamps and lights, student of blipvert philosophy, a rider of the ocean's emerald highway and a passionate motorcycliste.

The scoot you see here is his little masterpiece and labour of love, judging by his metal working skills I imagine that many of the one off components are fabbed by Chris himself . . . . I love the retro feel of the thing and the 'Brough gets Tough' blending of classic Brit, pre war aesthetics with the equally classic lines of the Sportster donk . . . . you also don't see too many rigids with rear sets and what look to be inverted tourer 'bars atop a springer front end . . . . what can I say, I dig the thing, a lot. Bang up job mate, you should be stoked.

Go and check out his broader body of work in more detail at the Woodage Blog.

NIRVANA "LITHIUM" . . . . NEVERMIND AXL AND VINCE, IT'S KURT AND THE 'LOSERS' FROM SEATTLE . . . . FROM ARGUABLY THE GREATEST ROCK ALBUM EVER MADE . . . . ALL OF A SUDDEN THE GNRS, CRUE AND EVERY OTHER SPANDEX CLAD HAIR BAND WAS OBSOLETE . . . . THANK FUCK !!!!

We know they weren't the only ones, it was all happenin simultaneously in Washington's big burg, Tad, Mother Lovebone, Soundgarden et al, but it was these guys who got it all together with the follow up to 'Bleach' . . . . just one of those rare moments in rock+roll when all the right ingredients fall into the bowl at the same time, the band with new drummer Grohl, the producer, the studio and the fucking songs, it all went into the oven and out came the grunge cake that killed the L.A centric cock rock, hair bear fandango in the neck . . . . it was the second coming of the punk ethos done up in flannelette and Vans and splattered with the blood spewing forth from Kid Cobain's tortured vocal chords !!!!



I was lucky enough to catch them when they toured Australia with Violent Femmes just as the world went spastic over the just released 'Nevermind', they had been doing a rotation thing where one night the Femmes would play last, the next would be Nirvana . . . . by the time they hit Fisherman's Wharf on the Goldy it was Gano and the boys due to headline . . . . late arvo in front of about, I dunno, a shitload of punters, Kurt, Krist and Dave come on stage, the crowd is amped, they plug in, feedback everywhere, first two songs suck serious levels of arse, mix is fucked, they look lost . . . . this is so easy to do as a three piece . . . . then . . . . then the sound guy gets his shit together, the band find the connection and the whole motherfucker explodes in a nuclear sound bomb, sixty odd minutes of sheer rock and roll perfection, tight, pounding, grinding, uplifting, primordially perfect musical ecstacy.

It was spellbinding, utterly mesmerizing, my mind was so fully blown that I left immediately after they finished, even though I'm a huge Femmes fan, so I wouldn't dilute the sound still ricocheting between my ears . . . .

I don't know how many excellent bands I've seen in thirty plus years, possibly thousands, but to this day, those three blokes from Seattle remain the single most significant rock performance I've ever had the pleasure to witness, it was something so special, so intense that you knew you'd just been part of history being made, real, serious and enduring history . . . . we all attained a smidge of Nirvana that afternoon and everybody who was there knew it.

I.O.M TT THIS WEEK, THE GREATEST ROAD RACE IN THE UNIVERSE . . . . DANGER WIL ROBINSON, DANGER, DANGER . . . . BIT OBSESSED ABOUT THIS ONE, NO OTHER BIKE RACE DOES THE SAME THING FOR ME . . . . BEST OF BRITISH TO ALL RIDERS AND PUNTERS FOR THIS YEARS SPECTACLE . . . . JOHN McGUINNESS - "BREAKING THE BARRIER" - PART 2 OF 3

THERE SIMPLY ISN'T ANYTHING ELSE QUITE LIKE IT IN THE WORLD OF TWO WHEELED COMPETITION, THE EXPLOSIVE AND POTENTIALLY DEADLY MIX OF MASSIVE SPEED, A ROAD COURSE 'MINED' AND LINED WITH EVERY CONCIEVABLE STATIONARY MAN KILLING OBJECT AND EVER CHANGING SURFACE CONDITIONS MAKE THIS A TRUE TEST OF A MOTORCYCLING MADMAN'S METTLE . . . . FUCKING INSANE 110%



This bit of high speed cinema not only features some wicked on board, aerial and stationary shots of last years Senior event, the 100th anniversary and the first time that the TT modern day ultra legend, John McGuinness, breaks the 130mph AVERAGE LAP SPEED, that's right, average lap speed, record . . . . all whilst coming within a poofteenth of complete, leather clad, hyper speed, total obliteration on the nastiest yet most beautiful circuit on the planet.

This weekend, spare a thought for the competitors who make the pilgrimage, literally, to this sacred place of two wheeled testicle size testing . . . . fly fast on speeding wings, give it your all and may every single one of you live to fly another day.

THE BEAT - "I CONFESS" (HQ) . . . . FUCK, I LOVE THESE GUYS, THEY'RE TOURING OZ IN A FEW WEEKS AND I'M THERE WITH BELLS ON . . . . THIS IS JUST A KICKIN TALE OF REGRET AND SELF LOATHING . . . . LOOKING BACK IN CLARITY AND SHAME . . . . THE UNIVERSALITY OF THE HUMAN CONDITION, THAT'S WHAT TUNES LIKE THIS ARE ALL ABOUT !!!!

Yeah, good ol love goin south, who doesn't know that feelin, who hasn't experienced the fucked up, head spinnin vertigo of romance vanishing down the shitter . . . . the pain, the anguish, the anger, the white hot hate of your own actions, thoughts and words . . . . the realisation that it's gone forever, the momentary flash twelve years down the track that you'd risk it all, every fucking thing, for just one more crack . . . .



Then the cold, flatline of knowing that shit just ain't never, ever gonna happen . . . . anyhoo, enjoy the best of The Beat, just before they disolved and were reborn as General Public . . . . can't wait to check em out, go back in time for a while . . . . remember the good stuff, block out the bad.

***** THERE'S A CAT OUT THERE I OWE AN APOLOGY TO, FROM THE HEART, STRAIGHT UP, UNRESERVED AND WITH NO STRINGS . . . . I LET A TINY REMARK GET UP MY NOSE AND OUTTA SHAPE . . . . I THEN DID A SMARTARSE POST TO VENT MY DELICATE SPLEEN, LIKE A WIMP, A FUCKIN WUSS, A PUSSY . . . . A THINLY VEILED BITCH SESSION THAT SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED . . . . WEAK AS PISS AND I KNOW IT.

No point removing the post, too late, damage done, stable door's open and the old grey mare's long since bolted . . . . blokes have a right to feel defensive about shit like newcomers, loudmouths, whatever . . . . protective of somethin special, somethin they feel part of and close to, lookin out for your mates, keepin an eye on your kin, call it as you see it . . . . the honest intent is lost with only words sometimes, in tandem with unbridaled enthusiasm and naivete . . . .

Anyway, too much said already, shoulda just shut my mouth/stopped typing the thought, instead, out comes Mr Sensitive, Mr Smartmouth and the rest is history . . . . I haven't ever done this so publicly before, but, it's gotta be done . . . . sorry Dave, I fucked up.

POST SCRIPT . . . . I tend to dwell on shit in 'real life' and, as I've realised, it's the same doing this blog gig, I can only answer to myself in the final analysis . . . . before I kicked this fucker off six months ago the basic ethic was to be fair dinkum, therefore, to not follow my feelings at this point was outta the question. Peace out everybody, keep em rollin.