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Mour....(Mini/Tour)

2012-03-18T22:42:00.001-07:00

You have probably heard on the GV (Grapevine) that lex, lippy, wolfy, pizznit and bunzy are in a band yeah? Not just any band – the five bestest friends that anyone could ever have....band. We just went on the road too – making cheerio’s and bumping fists in Sydney, Adelaide and Melbourne. Us five besties just know how to have such a SWELL time too, you know? Such rascals hey..... totally!

Le-Tour-de-mini-horn got off to flyer with a doozie of a rock concert in the heart of Melbourne, at the infamous Revolver. I’m not sure about you guys, but for me, as soon as anyone mentions Revolver, I’m like; “Is that that poo-hole where that guy was found dead after laying there lifeless for 24 hours, whilst gurning jaws clapped out SOS signals around him?”, so this time around I thought fuck it – I’m going to ask the longest standing employee here, and quash this rumour once and for all. Enter Revolver soundman....”Hey Man, how long have you been working here?”.......”Awww pfffffft 12 years?”.......”Brilliant – you would have to know. Did some MDMA mule kark it here a few years back, whilst people danced the night away in the pitch black anonymity of that back corner?”.

Long story short. They have had several dudes OD there. This one particular guy was clinically dead, his heart had stopped, and whilst paramedics attempted to revive him, two blokes came up claiming to be his “mates”, and offered to call his mother. After making a pretend phone call, the two men fucking rolled the dying teenager for everything he was worth, including his watch and shoes, then scurried off into the darkness never to be seen again. Greeeaaaat blokes. The worst part is me and the soundman broke into laughter as he told the story. Anyway – he was unsure as to what came of the near-dead young man, but can confirm that this is the much closer reality to the rumour.

We opened the night in Melbourne and we were followed by Brisbane’s Hey Geronimo, and hometown heroes The Jonesez. The calibre of the bands seemed to exponentially grow as the night progressed.... with the Jonesez capping the night off with a very impressive show. Also “Grouse” blokes. Remember that word? Grouse? I would appreciate it if everyone slipped this back into today’s lingo, Cheers.

The Jonesez @ Revolver

Friday around 3pm Da Shinez le poofe-ee arrived in Sydney, I had just pounded a chicken and salad double cut roll that just WOULD NOT digest. But it gave me the necessary carbohydrates I needed to punch the drum kit all night like a fricking legend, and I was fine after I "took the hobbits to isengard" if you know what I'm saying. Our first port of call was a luxurious rooftop just out of the Sydney CBD that had a 360 degree panorama view of the city skyline. It was here that we tried our hand at some acoustic style beatzzz (Run With Scissors and Slippery Dip) which were professionally filmed by two lovely gentlemen with three HD cameras. The final result? Stay tuned.

Boner Jamz.

At around 11pm after Sydney band Pear Shape performed, and after about 5 of those imperial pints that mimic mediaeval beer vessels and make you feel like Mr.Frodo at the Inn of the Prancing Pony, we took to the stage. The gig was part of the Go-Here-Go-There festival which saw nearly twenty bands share two stages at neighbouring venues. The stellar event was quarterbacked by long-time lover and close friend Clancy Bennett, and was “A credit......to the airline..”.

Our set went swimmingly with some more than generous crowd participation as a result of suitable drink specials, and a worryingly Adelaide-clad crowd. But have you ever played the drums on a seat that constantly goes “Tssssssssst” all the way to the bottom of its height capabilities? Its incredibly frustrating, and makes you play like a clucking chicken, but I had to ADAPT nigga, ADAPT. Being optimistic paid off – we made it through after some serious lag-time between chunes. All part of the show though, you know what I’m saying all those record labels out there? Yeah.

After we peeled our wet and soiled shirts off, and doused our balls in deodorant, we B-lined for the bar. Then the Dj decks. Then the dance-floor. Then the Dj decks. Then I had three people in a piggy-back. Then we skulled white wine from the bottle. Then I tried several times to Moonwalk, but was denied due to the caked Bacardi breezer spillage all of the floor. I told you we were the bestest damn five buddy-ol-pals anyone could ever have. Didn’t I.

Kaaa-yuuuuuuute

Bands. Are. Fun.

These are the Dj Decks we set alight on Sat night.....

Rego gets all blurry faced on my arse.

I sat next to this baby on the plane...............BANG SIX TOES BITCH.

I mean.....wow.

Oh and we played at Clipsal, at the Hutt street after party to my sort of crowd. Sneans, with car company patched shirts, and bucket hats. Since when are they back in? They were never even in? No excuses. Unless you catch 20 kilo Marlon on the reg – get that peice of anus off your head.

And stop yelling “Barnesssssyyy”... to us in between songs. We are unfamiliar with the catalogue of Mr James Barnes.

Oh and you have pissed yourself. Woopsie.

Please refrain from touching/long-pouring your west end frothie all over our fold-backs too.

Great. Cheers.

We are the Shiny Brights.

Buns.

PS - I will leave you with the most amazing photo I have ever been involved in ever, ever, ever.

EVAAAAAA.

Drum roll......pun intended. Ha! ROFL LOLZ

Ta Da!

Ladies and Gentlemen. I bid you a Jew, and a Palestinian.

Good night.

PartAY

2012-02-29T19:13:00.001-08:00

Straight from the nudes desk...

2012-02-28T22:22:00.000-08:00

How bout them white leather loafers people wear hey? Whip it into a combo meal with a white belt? Babes be melting. At least that's what my mate Dylan told me, he's doing up his mums Camira.

Put a pair of these badboys on and you'll be "hookin up" heaps.

What a legend.

In other news, we played a string of shows in the last few weeks, no white loafers were worn.
Our FUSE Festival show at Jive in Adelaide was great, we played a bunch of new songs, babes melted.
We're of to Melbourne to play a show at Revolver on 2nd March (Friday) with Jonsez. Can't wait for those sweet mini cans of coke on the flight.

Also this week Radar Radio added us to their playlist, pretty cool eh? My mum thinks so, Dad reckons it's alright too. Keep an "ear out" and hopefully you will hear us, if not you'll probably hear one of the tracks below.

ATB

BrightLightsBigCity – Clubfeet
Running It – Diafrix
Days – The Drums
Let You Go – Pete Murray
No Sleep – Wiz Khalifa
Let’s Forget All The Things That We Say – Julia Stone

Unsigned/Independent
Rosebud – The Jezabels
Run With Scissors – The Shiny Brights

SONG OF THE WEEK: Rosebud – The Jezabels

RECORD OF THE WEEK: ‘In A Million Years’ – Last Dinosaurs

Boom Goes the Dynamite.

A little from Column A, a little from column YEAH....

2012-02-20T17:03:00.000-08:00

Now that I have your undivided attention, Hello....how are you?

I trust the happiness gods have granted you good virtue of recent........What?!.... I dunno. Back off.

Moments ago a man busted me talking to myself. This happens more than you would have thought. You know when you are pondering conversations that you might be having soon, when you assume the person you will be conversing with will have some gay rebuttal to whatever you say, regardless? So you sort of sit there and rehearse some “slap back” options – to shut the person up? Or also, repeating conversations you have already had – and rehearsing what you wish you had said? Even though the conversation was a week ago – and the culprit has forgotten you even had a conversation? Sometimes it takes me up to five minutes to realise I am muttering to myself at a low volume, and I appear to be Barry Bazrenath. But it’s worse when you are like at home doing the dishes or something mindless, and you assume no-one is home, so you REALLY go for it. Like, you are just having full blown conversations with yourself, proper volume and shet. Then your brother walks in, but your back is turned – so your still going through conversation options out aloud, while he stands there startled by your sheer autism. I’m the king at getting sidetracked, this is a great example. But anyway a dude caught me talking to myself, then when I looked up – he pretended to be hastily writing a text message. His kerfuffle was just as bad as mine in a way.

5 Notable events of recent:

1. Run With Scissors film clip soars above 1,000 hits in the first 3 weeks. (A-plus gold star)
2. Blue Toes and Run With Scissors are added to Radar radio in Sydney (High five)
3. Run With Scissors film clip is featured on numerous blogs, including Djs weekly top 20, Rip it up, Glam Adelaide and Play Pause Play. (four-step pre-rehearsed handshake)
4. The Shiny Brights are added to the Go here-Go There festival in Kings Cross, w/ King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (yell YEAH!)
5. The band performs new track Pushing Daisies with Delia Obst for the first time to a jam-packed crowd at Arcade Lane for the Fringe Festival (firm handshake and lots of nodding)

Now that I have inputted some relevance to this blog, I am free to write about things that really matter, like why my seatbelt always locks up - just when I need to lean forward to peer into a seemingly free parking space, only to have my bollocks kicked when I realise that it is of course, an unusually stubby car – like an old fiat or some mini minor piece of poo. EVERYTIME, I’m fuming. Or when it’s a scooter? Up yours mate. Your seatbelt locking up is so infuriating? Like you are just in a shit mood for the next hour, because your 89 corolla chooses the exact opposite times to cease up; when I brake frantically – where is the lock up? It is nowhere to be seen, it’s somewhere between my whip-lash and stinky 80s brake pads, that’s where it damn well is. I’m writing a letter to yoshimitsu Toyota.

Also, why are people in hospitality or customer service related employment such shit blokes? Did you waltz into the public bar interview not expecting to be talking to people? Is there a reason why you are still in this line of work despite possessing horrific service skills and a poor-mans attitude? I’m allowed to order a beer, surely. Don’t give me that blaze, “you are a retard” attitude mate – or get another job? No excuses. I’m fuming. Also, am I invisible? I have a reflection so..... maybe serve me before the bryl creem rep next to me who JUST ARRIVED. Jeeeeeeeeez. My internal dialogue does back flips in these situations.

Enough of that negativity. HOLLA!

Fuse is on Thursday night, we have a good showcase going on with The Guppies from NSW, The Leit Motif and Delia Obst. If you don’t come and see Delia – you lose. Because she is of a high calibre, true ‘dis. It is also FREE, so no reason not to go right? Good music, no expenditure? Sounds good to me. Beers also available for those Hoola hoopers and pac-man video gamers. To be sure, to be sure (irish accent). Ok, well – talk soon guys.

Buns

Run With Scissors Video Clip

2012-01-27T23:06:00.000-08:00

Enjoy!

The Shiny Brights - Run With Scissors.

Edited and Produced by Tom Stevens

You go to Jim Dayleigh?

2012-01-11T19:37:00.000-08:00

And it's been awhile

Since I could hold my head up high
And it's been awhile
Since I first saw you
And it's been awhile
Since I could stand on my own two feet again
And it's been awhile
Since I could call you....

These are lyrics by Stain'd.................but what I am getting at - is that there has not been a blog for some time meow, and that is because I have been snorkelling in laksa broth, in Asia.

I know what you’re thinking; Well who the fuck am I going to steal sweet jokes from to impress my boyz down the club on the weekend without this blog? I know. Trust me, I know – and from all accounts it has been dry around this joint recently, humour wise. But I am back. With vengeance.

Being a male dancer is hard, but Asia is easy. Easy to have a good time when you are young a free. Sure, its pungent on a man’s nostrils, it begs for the hygienically daring, they slam down domestic pets as delicate cuisine and it is loaded with Ladyboys – but it is actually the bestest damn place EVAAAAA (say with mouth opened wide) AAAA. I can prove this with photographic evidence also.

First stop: Thai-rand. Where to weather is barmy, the food is questionable, the nightlife is tremendous and the chicky babes are in fact, men. It’s so common for a man to have his twig and berries severed off, and boobies implanted, that it is completely reasonable for someone to sidle up to an ACTUAL woman, and just to be sure, say “are you Kathoey (Lady-boy)?”. Imagine if you did that here? You pop on your GoPro camera (why not), you go down to the Paradise bus exchange, and you roll up to the first lady you see and just go... “Excuse me miss, but is it accurate that you are in fact......a man?”. Wow. I mean, If she didn't at least attempt a punch to the face, or a pile-drive to the face I would be very surprised/disappointed. Better yet, ask a man if there is a possibility that he might be a woman? Greeeeeat way to swallow your teeth no?

Yeah so, Thailand is great. They sell these large buckets which are comprised of half a bottle of vodka, and two Redbull syrups. After searching high and low for my marbles one night, I was informed that the red-bull energy drink was actually invented in Thailand – in this: its purest form. The product was then manipulated, carbonated and re-patented by a dude from Amsterdam, who is now on the Worlds’ elite rich list. Sooooo what I was actually ingesting was some thai palpitation shifter shit, that driiiives a man....Insane. Clinically mental. You will be exhibiting unprecedented behaviour, it will even shock yourself. “Nutts” the schmoe I was travelling with actually commandeered an elderly ladies’ food stall trolley, eating her products and offering them to passers-by for a reasonable fee, he was also giving the finger to people he had never met, pressing his finger against their noses.......and none of this could be recollected in the morning. It’s like LSD or something, in a syrup, with speed? I dunno. But I lost my shoes and shirt.

We were also lucky enough to have our spines rearranged by an ambitiously over-crowded speed boat, which was our chosen "transport" to the Thai island Koh Penang - for the infamous Full Moon Party. Days later we learnt that the previous year, this very same transport vessel had capsized - resulting in the horrific night time drowning of 14 people......the lucky ones swam to a nearby island only to be ushered off by local tribesmen who wear nay but a banana leaf. To look at; the Full Moon Party come December is 20,000 Aussies, Dutchies, Poms and Andy Roddicks thrashing about in an area fit for say, 800 people? In this jam sandwich, there are obstacles that are so damn illegal that its offensive. Twenty metre long ropes doused in flaming kerosene for people to hurdle, flaming hoops to dolphin dive through for a "laugh", cargo nets to climb and slippery dips that just fling you into the poo-storm of tourists. Meanwhile dozens of international DJs spin haaaaard dubstep, for people to "Dub out" to. Unfortunately my words can only do this event so much justice. But, hopefully you catch my drift. Or drifties. Bro.

The next day I was haemorrhaging from too much arsenic juice (redbull) when a miniature asian lady woke us, as if she were drunk, and had lost her house keys. It sounded like the stampede in Jumanji. Then it occurred to us that we had ordered a wake-up call for our flight, without sussing whether there were actually phones in Koh Samui. There aren’t. You just get some bizarre Thai woman screeching in that asian tone that makes you raise your eyebrows with your eyes closed. You know? So, blinded by hungoverness, we B-lined for the airport, which is just a slightly more quaint shantee. After intravenous McDonalds and a stopover in smash-dick (Bangkok) we set foot in Phnom Penh.

Combodge rocks for starters. It coils a sloppy one on Thailand, But you be the judge. Phenom Pen15 offers a nicer, less Clipsal 500 version of Asia. Better people, shops, food and foreigners. Plenty of expats, and many a French colloquial bars and restaurants. Feeling that? Its flaunt with good times only. With the exception of S21, the Khmer Rouge “Torture Museum” courtesy of Pol Pot. After going here you should have no choice but to sprint home, grab the TV remote and desperately trawl for the most light-hearted comedy you can find, otherwise you will just slump into a deep, deep depression. Heed this advice. The city is also situated on a river, which is picturesque and wicked for hooking up with dudes... I mean chics.

*You are also meant to sleep with one hand on each kidney here, as it is the world leader in black market organ trading. J

Further North lies the ancient temple city of Angkor Wat, which is garnered by the town that offers Cambo’s best nightlife, Siem Reap. Angkor wat is where Angelina Jolie plonked her knockers on those ancient stone temples with tree roots inter-twining all over them yeah? You know you are a shit-balls tourist when you ask your driver if you can see the “Tomb Raider” temple, they wear a smile – but you can tell the driver just thinks you are another Marty Blower. Siem reap is also where I got my botty towelled by a drunk dude speeding on a scooter. Because henry wanted to go this particular direction to go to the male brothel or something.

Cue: Henry Nutt for explanation....

- salutations.

firday night, siem reap...December something.. disposing of our horrific hangovers by searching through the ancient temples of Ankor Wat, Ankor Thom and the Bayon Temple, we decided that perhaps a quiet evening was in order. "what should we do?" miles questioned. "lets go to the markets!" i replied. miles rolls his eyes, as he now accustomed to the fact that all i want to do is look at markets and try to get ripped off. "lets get dinner first" he replied. i then looked at him and said "yuuuuuggghhhh maaatee"....(said as if your throat is very dry and you have been up for 4-6 days) so we made our way to the infamous "Pub Street" courtesy of our adorable Tuk Tuk driver "helvut" "or "heavut" or something. i called him helmet. he was cute...miles said he head looked like that of an old dried cashew. i didn't see the resemblance, but thought he was delicious nonetheless.

Arriving on pub street, where the damage had been done the night before. chills run down the spin as you wander past clubs and pubs you ventured the night before. noticeably a little place called Ankor wat? (original huh?) were miles and i settled in and i choofed my newly adopted cigar addiction. Look, we got on it....we drank a few beers ok? we drank a few beers to the tune $0.75 a pint or a jug for $2.50...what was i supposed to do? as time went by and i very slowly spent $20, miles and i decided to get some air, and look at another place...this place was literally over the street, called "temple" (again, original..bless them) we strolled in to the bar and noticed a burley man with the "David Brent" style goatee waving at us. to our confusion we head over. "Are you'se ozzies? ya look like ozzies??" the man proclaimed. "ah yeah man, we are. how are ya?" we replied a little annoyed at what we had just heard. "fuckin good maate! im aaron and this is Chris, (pointing to his much younger friend) and this is my bird (i forget her name, but she was cambodian). miles and i look at one another, as if to think something is out of place. why is a 30 something year old man hanging out with a young 20ish year old man and a maybe 20ish year old SIem Reap Local? miles got chatting to chris, who was actually a terrific fella, and i got stuck with me new best mate....aaron. after some idol chit chat, he informs us that he works on the mines or whatever, and was basically in asia to get on it. "beers are $0.75, whats wrong with the world!! Nothin!! cocktail jugs are 3 bucks! whats wrong with the world!! nothing!! see my bird here?? $50 bucks for two days! whats wrong with the world? nothin!!" this was an actual quote from aaron word for word...as my eyes widened to the information my brain was slowly piecing together, aaron had selected a young lady to be "his" for two days....if there is anything wrong with the world. its aaron...surely... we went back to ankor wat? and drank 250 beers that was that...

i forget what i was supposed to be telling you... oh yeah miles and his scooter. yeah. so we get pub street and select a restaurant. its called the red piano, i remember this as angelina jolie ate there once...and they dont let you forget it. we each had a cocktail to sooth our hung tummys and ordered western meals. if we were ever going to order asian, being this hung was not the time. miles ordered some polish dish or something and it was out lickidy split, i ordered spaghetti, im left to assume they made it from scratch as it took nearly 45 mins to arrive...would this later effect the events of the evening? who knows. after i watched miles eat his meal, he patiently watched me eat mine. we then got the bill..$11.40 and made our way to the night markets, as miles had promised. in walking there i noticed a neon sign pointing to night markets, ones we hadnt been to before. miles wasnt so keen, but i wanted to buy another 5 casios... we set off in a new direction chatting away, asking hypothetical questions to one another over and over. we came to the cross roads where over there road lies a bridge, over the bridge...night markets. after being in tie-land for sometime and also cambodia, we have somewhat got used to crossing the street. eyes forward. nice and easy, give the scooters a chance to swerve you, as ofcourse. there are no such things as road rules in asia...red lights are just suggestions...

we looked left, looked right, looked left again....looked right onces more and commenced crossing, i took my first step out looking left, and saw a scooter steaming around the corner heading our way "woaaahh" i said as i took a step back and watch it sail past my body. as i watched it pass me, miles came in to sight. he was looking right for other scooters, when he looked left, it was too late. he had a honda 4 stroke parked up his ass... when a scooter going 60 hits a man weighing 90 nothing is pretty..the noise of OOHHHEEEGGGHHH like an upper cut to the cut, then a full grown man doing a 540 degree turn 1.5 meters off the ground, as the scooter spins out of control why still carrying what appears to be a dead siem reap local...he wasnt dead....however he was the drunkest man id ever seen, and both concerned were lucky to be alive.

spare a thought for old Henry though. no man needs to see one of his best mates do front flips over scooters...no man...although the incident would have made for great footage, i maintain that my facial expressions could indeed rival the collision its self. let me explain, do it at home if you wish....legs shoulder with apart, knees bent 30 degree's. arms out elbows bent, as if someone is about to throw you a basketball. slap your self in the nose so your eyes glaze over and open your mouth as if someone is trying to throw a smarty in there...thats what i was like for nearly a miniute...i was 1.5 meters away from the crash but 5th on the scene to offer my aid...i didnt sleep much that night....why didnt i order what miles did? we would have finished 45 minutes early? the drunk guy would still be at the pub, why didnt we go to the other night markets? we never would have had to cross that street....anyone seen donnie darko? thats the shit im on about...

i did however enjoy miles being noticed in the street up to 2 hours later...people pointing and shouting in kmere to their friends "the man that defeated a scooter"... yeah thats right, he defeated a scooter...and that man is my pal miles wilson...

so yeah, sorry to ramble, hope its a good yarn. im Henry Nutt, my birthday is on the 19th, so add me on facebook and wish me a happy birthday. if i dont know you i can delete you after, im just in it for the numbers. cheers. Big Easy.

.......Buns here again.

“You want go to PEE PEEEEEEEE...!?!?”

You have to shout this in an asian-english accent, it’s radical.

Next we found our sorry balls in Hanoi, where we stayed in some dudes flat. The punch line here is that this flat was sold to us as a “hotel”, but was in fact a front for fat white kids (us) who have no idea where their sphincter is. The best part is, once we were checked into this phony place, we opened our lonely planet guide-book to the exact page where it stresses how careful foreigners need to be, as it is the number one destination for phony accommodation. Some overzealous cunt with a massive whitehead smack-bang in the middle of his chin; which I mistook for a chin stud, commandeered us from the taxi. The taxi pulled up outside the correct REAL hotel, only to have us whisked away by this puny, over enthusiastic fiend who knew our names, and had a “spray it don’t say it” attitude. Pellets of foam would literally hit you between the eyes as this smiley sack attempted to flex his English muscles – only in an bid to sell us a drastically over-priced day trip to Ha Long bay. We didn’t bite. So he had us check-out immediately. Turns out the cabbies work in cahoots with these fake travel agents/flat owners. I still have every organ though. Thumbs Up.

How many words do you think this blog is? .......Winner gets a rubber band to the neck.

So after a week in Hanoi, racking up counterfeit goods, and a day trip to the Ha Long Bay islands, things wrapped up after three weeks with a plethora of Bloody Marys, and a very nostril drying, upgraded flight home. Bizznak class baby, and rightfully so.

Chimpanzee that! Monkey news?

The Shiny shiny boyzzz have been busy, new press shots, new songs and a whole new light shed on 2012. I for one, am excited. A new single will be out shortly, coupled with a film clip and a swag of interstate tours. Keep your peepers on the facebook, and this here bible/blog. Things will happen from time to time – I promise.

Lots of love and kisses,

Buns.

Something for the visually able:

Hanoi

Ankor Wat? Bar

Henry Nude through frosted glass...

Aaron and his bargain GF, henry being coooool.

Markets...... getting duped. (Casios)

Chesney.

Exotic.

Ha Long Bay

Sexy Photo 1

Sexy Photo 2

Cheers to Michael Clements for his stella Photography work.

Nothingness

2011-11-24T04:33:00.000-08:00

Do Wop Shoo wada wada....

Alright fellas?

Good to hear.

Firstly, In ground breaking nudes – The Briohny Bites are featured in the Triple J unearthed artist spotlight this week, along with Brisbanes “The Mank” – which is a sccchhweet name, I once did a Uni elective with two dudes who did an animated spoof of Mary Poppins entitled “Manky Gobbins”, which is perhaps why I am remotely fond of that particular band name. Manky Gobbins – huge effort. Good news.

In other exciting news, we five kings of orient are...getting set to release our new single, ideally unleashing it in early January; in time for the summer cricket series, the outdoor festival pot-pouri, the Glenelg Jazz festival, 3rd degree sunburns and biddies that be wearing short-shorts where you can see a little bit of bum-bum at the bottom. See? It’s well calculated and it may even feature on some 16 year olds “summer shenanigans” i-photo montage. Fingers crossed aye? *nod*

On Sat-dee before taking to the stage before Papa Vs Pretty and The Vasco Era, TSB KRU (RIP drift Pig_113) are also doing a photo-shoot. One like Kyle Sandilands might have done before live-to-air he exclaimed:

“Some fat slag on the Telegraph website, sorry, has already branded it a disaster. You can tell by reading the article she just hates us, and has always hated us. She trawled through the twitter comments and pulled out all the bad comments and ran them. What a fat bitter thing you are, you deputy editor of an online thing. You’ve got a nothing job anyway. You’re a piece of shit.”
He then went on to say how he thought her "titties" were too small for her blouse.

He didn’t exactly “Hold back” on the female journalist did he? Good on him you know. Down with chicks – up with bro’s!! Maybe a possible chant? Start a hash tag – see how we go. Cool.

I started writing this blog with no intent, plot or punch line on offer – but I’m doing Ok I think.

Some good points of recent:

I noticed someone’s status update the other day querying why people who use hands-free accessories on their mobile phone still hold the handset 20cm from their face? GREAT POINT.

Might as well toss the ear piece? Oh wait, you’re a twat. I should have known from the pencil beard.

Another thing that has kept me awake during Big Bang Theory – Do fish get thirsty? If so, THEN what?

ALSO

Re-sealable cheese never re-seals. Ever.
I. Am. Feuuuming.

Another thing I have noticed recently is how quietly devastated people get when you “get their name wrong”. I am good with names, good enough anyhow. It’s rare I get a name wrong – because I usually just go with the “eeeyy here he is...” as if we are TOO GOOD pals to even use our names, it’s usually a failsafe system – use their name if you know it – or be olden-day Italian if you don’t. But lately I have been blurting out incorrect names to people who I DEFINITELY know their correct name? For no reason. Sure, I’m usually indulging in an ale when it happens, but still – it’s awkward at best. Like, you’re in a little conversation of maybe four people bouncing around Dad jokes, everyone trying to trump one another – until someone drops a doozie and everyone goes “ooooooohhhh yeah boi” etc. Except I go “fuck Yes Johnny boy” when his name is Dave? But, but I know his name is Dave? But there is no coming back from that. No Shawshank redemption. He thinks you’re a wanker – because he is convinced now that you aren’t as tighter mates as he thought, whereas you are. But you said the wrong name for no apparent reason. You can apologise, and claim you KNOW his name is Dave – but it will be to no avail. Why is that? Surely it has happened to Dave before? I dunno. Shit.

Lately I have gotten right back into Basketball. Mugsly Bogues style. Me and a tight knit group of homies found 8-foot rings nearby. Need a confidence booster in your life? Get down to an 8-foot ring and LET IT RAIN. Hang on that shit until it squeeks like a Payneham Possum. Even better – execute the dunk on the back end of an alley-oop. You won’t regret it. I PROMISE. Money.

Toot Sweet: Get on Dom Alessio's Podcast, he offers some very gratuitous words on our new single Blue Toes, what a ledge. Tune in around 4:15.

If you have read this far - you are a dude.

Buns.

Festival Rap Up....

2011-11-09T21:55:00.000-08:00

"Mazel Tov"
That’s what a man said to me moments before I boarded the K.I ferry – AKA: Sealinks “Mayfair” in their monopolised bizznak. Yee who is the brains behind that operation needs a firm hand shake – with a nod and poo-face expression. But I’m getting sidetracked....

The weekend gone-just-now saw The Shining Tights embark on a 48-hour fantasy world adventure, one that was to be remembered. Things got off to a flyer. I had my party shirt on, other twonks had their party shirts on, and my plus one – Captain Fun had his on too baby. We were donning shirts that would have made Pablo Escobar put down his rolled up hundred dollar bill for a gander. Yessss, offensive and vibrant - People would walk past and nod at us, as if to say...”I’m a fucking wiener without one of those get-ups aren’t I...” to which we would offer a salute, or some kind of disapproval at their “every-day” threads.

The Cape Jarvis boondocks gave us our first insight into the local clientele. Big Burly men with large beards, lacerated forearms and Rossi boots that they received on their 13^th birthday – but they still wear them because its damn-well queer to get new ones. Amen to that brudda. We joked that these blokes were so manly and badass, that when they reference people like us, they begin the sentence with “You fucking pussies....”

For example:

“You fucking pussies catching the ferry or what?!!?...”

Not in a derogatory way, but merely a timely reminder that we have supple skin, some of us use men’s skin lotion, we are not familiar with how to skin a “roo” in the time it takes your mate to reload your 38 calibre rifle and also, almost all of us have repped some kind of hair wax product at some stage in the not-too-distant past. These were the sort of dudes that you just look at – and feel like a loser.

None-the-less, the locals were actually refreshingly nice, polite and well mannered. They are still at that point in rural development where you still greet everyone with a smile and a wave – or a raised index finger if you pass them on the roads. So – after 600 grams of assorted smiths savoury snacks and an old-fashioned Special Patrol sing-along, we arrived at the Vivonne Bay barracks/watering hole/festival. After Barts and Chissy-poo plummer spoke to security like they were being interrogated by the feds, knowing full well the barrage of sloppily hidden alcohol in their vehicles, we meandered down to the “artist camping area”, yeah you heard. Bitch.

After doing mega drifties in the dirt for a while I endeavoured to erect my free-of-charge Canadian Club promo tent I was given by my old boss, in exchange for a stubby of Hahn Super Dry. Still in its packet, me and Captain Fun made the rookie error of assuming the unopened, unused tent would be a “breeze” to put up, at 10pm at night, on a rocky outcrop in the depths of Kangaroo Islands Funnel Web breeding grounds. Oh and it was windy. Oh and it turns out I’m a massive retard at understanding the basic logistics of erecting a tent. Cue: Chris Plummer – hiking and outdoor enthusiast, who quickly pointed out the fundamental issues of our attempt, and deemed the tent useless until the morning when we can give that shit a crack again in the light.

Unsure of our sleeping arrangements (we live life on the edge) we waddled on down to the main stage area, where we were welcomed by the soothing vocals of Matt McHugh and The Beautiful Girls – AND his band. See what I did there? Aye? What a fucking lad. Anyway, basically everyone had hundreds of beers by the stage and around the campsite, wound up in a drunken state in their tents, and in my case wearing another man as a backpack. I was straddled like a horse most of the night. Until I awoke to a HUMUNGOUS white thing in my face. I kicked and punched in front of me like an attention deficit child whose turn is up on his mates play-station. Only to realise the whiteness before me was not heavens gates, but was the drooping roof of my shoddily erected tent. Which has slumped right down onto our faces. It Scared the anus off me.

Saturday: I made the treacherous journey down to the actual beach, where old-mate Occy and his pals were carving toobs n shet. I was hung, and the heat was sweltering. But dipping my head in the sub zero slush puppy or “the ocean” at Vivonne Bay hastily re-instated by thirst for ale, and assorted female targeted vodka drinks. Huddled under a red-backs nest...I mean tree, me and the cavalry got back into it. With vigour. But the heat was relentless, rivalled only by our aspirations to see how many pints of water we could skull. Eleven – if you were wondering. And eleven times more replenished as a result. OK?

So.... yada yada, we took to the stage and ripped bumbums. Loaded with both a new tune and a cover, we managed to wangle a pretty respectable set together – even if I do say so myself. This level of dopeness and showmanship was promptly met by the likes of Messrs, The Salvadors and Big Scary – who helped concrete a musical display that had perhaps not been rivalled yet earlier in the festival. A feel good vibe spread throughout. Some home-boy even climbed the jager meister tent, only to soon after be wearing half a litre of capsicum spray as goggles. Although this was probzzz the only example of miss-behaviour. The vibe was too free otherwise you know bro? Right on, right on.

Late Saturday night, things escalated fast. Mutual friends who had never met each other before were making waves in the dirt, in a tight embrace and what have you. Don’t worry – this “hell funny” recount will have visuals later, just keep reading. Me and Tom Opie of The Salvadors (Adelaides bestest band) and two pals, even crossed the bunting into to the General Admission tent city, which is difficult for people like us of such status and poise. We heard the deep murmurs of 90’s Swedish trance from 500 metres off. We made a flying V, and powered into what was revealed to be an ENORMOUS shanty style trance party. Pitch black, distorting speakers, gross music and people whose struggle to fight the MDMA pulsing through their veins was getting the better of them. We lasted about 45 seconds, then power walked back through the filth and general ticket holders campsites – back to the safety and serenity of the Artist camping area. Things get hazy, but I do remember Alex Polski Algurkee Rajkowski losing consciousness whilst attempting to strum Pink Floyds “Wish You Were Here” to a small crowd of onlookers. Good times, jot it down man.

At this point I have completely forgotten the point to this story/blog/rambling. For that I apologize. But you know what? You can suck my plums. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAIIIIINNNED? Exactly.

Please forward any complaints to alex@theshinybrights.com

It has been a bawl. This is the best Blogs-breath cafe EVAAAA. I know.

Until next time......

“A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all human morality.”
- Winston Churchill

Completely unrelated. But Cheers.

Buns.

DA Wavves @ Vivonne Bay

My poo tent attempt and....ladies?

Lippy from The Shinies, Craig from Messrs and Captain Fun share a tight, late-night embrace...

The crowd beckens for RADBAD..

Captain Fun reveals his sensitive side, care of Buns's photography skills...

More evidence of my num chuck skills..

This arab ceremonial head wear was a MUST for Yee who tells a good joke...

A Poor mans photoshop hybrid of RADBAD and two legends from Bad Dreems....Oh and the third person? That's my second chin - Chinzerelli. He's OK.

The Salvadors got motherlovers going in a BIIIIG way...

Sometimes you need to have a long hard look at yourselves, right?

Shut-up.

Chissy Poo's handy work...

Jeeeeez this blog is good.

Special props go to The Daylight Braves, who we missed - but were there in spirit. Love.xxxxxx

Daylight Bravado!

2011-10-25T23:50:00.000-07:00

It is usually the Rectus abdominus muscle which is damaged in an abdominal strain I have heard, and just as you are winding down your abdominal rehabilitation from laughing SO long and hard at my frequently "on-the-money" blogs, it's time for another one....

But this time my puddings, its different. For this this here blog THIS time is a.... (drum roll - pun intended)....MUSIC REVIEW.

BOOMSHUCKALUCKA.

CAN'T BUY A BUCKET.

PUT'S UP A BRICK.

(NBA Jam Sega Megadrive)

Close friends and long time legends turned adelaide-music-scene-juggernauts The DAYLIGHT BRAVES have recently released a swag of catchy psych-rock numbers on their debut EP, Liquid Sun. The lads laid the choons down care-of Adelaide Guru Matt Hills, after doing an admirable dash around the Adelaide circuit, a trio of Melbourne gigs, and a banger at Sydney's infamous World Bar.

I have always had a solid for these boys, they are always on the same humour page in the awesome book - they play their instruments like fucking Vikings and they have a cunning and unique brand of music which I would pay/get-on the-list for any damn day. In fact I have been so enthused by these plonkers in the past that I have put my hand up to do their lights on several occasions - which was no doubt a contributing factor to their more than decent Graybags Spoz Spozzington reviews in the past. Don't mention it. They can thank me in vodka-pineapples at another juncture (with one of those teeny tiny umbrellas).

Liquid Sun highlights include the swirling and uplifting guitars of Summer At Last, which caught the lobes of Dom Alessio and harkens to the likes of Cream or Tame Impala, but with a daylight braves stamp all over it, rolling basslines, clever drum beats and angelic harmonies. Shits tight. Solemn boy also bleeds musical maturity with the implementation of shakers, and a relaxed vibe that makes you wanna binge on acid and marry-jew-ana, and plough your face into a mound of incense or something. But for me, my BFF comes in the form of the darker "Absent Ground". Its pulsating, it's badass, its catchy and it goes Anders Brievek live. I have showed it to a few older fellas at work who pop it in the "Doors" category - which is a huge compliment coming from those older closet music lovers who seem to know everything about everything, and some. This tune is FETCH (yeah I like Mean Girls - back Up). It has an almost demonic undercurrent driven by the pulsating, monotonous bass lines of Tom Sizzler Stevens, something reminiscent of The Arctic Monkeys' Nick O'Malley - with a clever bridge, and haunting double tracked vocals from Dan Beacom - and a guitar solo that will leave your faced screwed up like a fart you cant quite squeeze out yet. I'm a fan, not as in an oscillating three-pronged propeller next to my bed in summer, as in a dude who reckons these tunes are the NUTSACK. Get on it, download their tunes and play them in summer, at dusk - whilst staring at the clouds for the perfect experience. Liquid Sun. Tally Mi Bananas? 4/5 bananas.

One banana was subtracted because I want more Absent Groundism, more poo-faces, and less surfs up. Although their surf song is Dang catchy. That's Just Buns I guess. And he aint no poop eater. Ya Hear? Kay.

Cheers.

Stay tunes for TDB's review of our new single. I know, the suspense is killing you. Apologies.

Bunion.

Catch TSB's and TDB's at The K.I Surf and Music Fest November 3-5 at Vivonne Bay. Don't be a bender and get a ticket.

LINEUP HERE

Money!

2011-10-16T20:59:00.000-07:00

My Milkshake brings all the god damn chicks to the yard.

I fought with myself over typing that, my ethnic side got the better of me. Even though I have no ethnic ancestry.... but I do like feta cheese. I legitimately heard a guy say this at the 24 hour K-food express on Saturday night, he had bumbling biceps with veins like fire-hoses. He was intimidating.

OK? Good Start. Great Start.

I know you are all wicked jealous of my witty banta, on Friday at work a colleague threw me a stress ball, that was shaped like a choo-choo train - but was by all accounts too firm to be used to actually reduce stress? Which begs the question - what is it then? To the untrained comedic mind - it was a dead end conversation. But for the veteran cogs of pun geniuses - it was quite the opposite. For example, I turned to my pal Dan at work whilst squeezing the train like a beating heart and said......"Hey Dan, I'm TRAINING"...Bang. I mean, that is just effing classy. To his very well-earned credit he responded swiftly, offering "Not a bad effort - you were on the right track..." This pun ping-pong went on for the best part of half an hour. Notable contributions included "you would be steaming..." and "careful you might get a COAL-SORE"... I know right? Tremendous.

This game soon moved onto something requiring much more intellectual integrity. We have all played it in our junior years at some-point, and it is one of the few games that can earn you the badge of being a "Real Man". Its where you sit about 1.5 metres from the person opposite you (this is in an office where you can hear a mouse fart) and one of the two participants is required to withstand a pelted stress ball in the FACE. For some reason, I can guarantee you will be giggling like a girl scout. Its sparks the sort of laughter that results in tears. Like, do you know how hard it is to tense your face?? with impending danger? It makes you look absolutely ridiculous. Like Sylvester Stallone after he just smelt a fart, whilst sucking on a lemon in glaring sunlight or some shet. It is honestly one of the funniest things you can do with five minutes and an opponent. You will thank me. See?? This blog is different. It's a pioneer. We give, you take. It's like a cooking recipe website - but more bad-ass and fucking sweet.

These sort of shenanigans filled my weekend. Like on Saturday night whilst we were out at a licensed establishment, and we chose to play "quadruple points A to Z"..... Yeah, we know how to party. Its simple, you just go around the circle and say four words in a row, starting with the same letter, and attempt to offer a sentence that actually makes grammatical sense. Forget chatting to babes and jamming jager bombs - this is what the new wave of legends are up to. Answers like "Desperate Donkey's Do Dominos" were thrown out there - at which point the player promptly offers an argument as to Why this sentence is acceptable. "They do. They do do dominos - I've bloody seen them do it at the zoo" sort of thing. The more cider they consume, the more adamant they become that each others quadruple-A-to-Z answer is the best/worst/worthy. The game ticks every box..... Thanks Buns, no worries my students.

Until next time. Take care of yourselves..... aaaaaaaand each other.

Thumbs.

Blinded By The Lights

2011-10-05T19:49:00.000-07:00

To aid the previous blog, here is some exciting scenes from The Streets on Monday. Geezers.

Many Happy Returns.

TSB

Farklife and other exciting features...

2011-10-04T18:54:00.000-07:00

Roses are Red, violets are blue

Long weekend turns me to poo-poo...

The End.

It’s been a while – keeping well? YEAH I wanna sit down.

The weekend has vanished in a cesspool of elbow sprinklers, southern cross tattoos, footy-footy-footy and debilitating injuries. It’s OK, I will explain.

Them Ahhhh Shiny Brights played on Friday night with long-time RADelaide indie Vikings – CITY RIOTS. With the two of our bands repping busy interstate schedules of recent, coupled with A Shinys hiatus, it has been many moons since we have actually had the pleasure of playing along-side these boys – who were also supported by Adelaide’s Lyla. Not heaps has changed since we played with them first-up at Jive – They have gotten bigger, they are still tight-like-tiger, and are still gnarly human beings. I even let out a high-pitched “oh my goooood”, like Kim Duthie might, when they broke into Match sticks/She never wants to Dance. Always been a fan. Good guys. Good tunes. Great Band. Strong Cocks.

We also had the opportunity on this evening to ignite our long-weekend binges – which I was excited about, but the bouncer at Sugar wasn’t.... Cool.

Sat-Dee saw the injection of sport into the weekend which set the arm-bending pace. Hours later Regos back fence was on fire, Chris was wearing a corporate telephone headset whilst giving a haircut and rego was growing increasingly angry at those hiking style/casual shoes that he had spotted. I was busy bringing the rain – having a swell time shooting hoops. And by that I mean Basketball – not men’s bums. OK?

How does a serial killer come into this story? This is how....

...I know, great read hey?

The wee hours of Sunday morning had me at Jive. Checked in – accompanied by 60 chunes. I made a trip to the bar for a daiquiri..I mean beer. It was here that my pants were moistened by the site of SNOWTOWN lead actor Lucas Pittaway AKA four-time first degree murder convicted Jamie Vlassakis. Here my night took a turn, my focus shifted from long-arming to following this sweet actor around Jive. His hair was slicked back into a mane. YEAH. As if to say “Yeah, it’s me”. I couldn’t take my eyes of him. He busted me looking at him like fifty times. But Fuck him – it’s not my fault he plays a serial killer really well. He was actually palming off woman. I know how that is! Am I right? So fly. Lucas opted for a woman in the end, fair enough I guess. His loss though.

Farklife was on Monday. I was already at the Post Office in struggle Town too. It took all my cahonies to muster enough Morale to see the day out. But I did, because I am a fucking Ledge. Top acts/suprise packets for the day included DFA 1979, The Streets, Crystal Fighters and Little Dragon. Impressive to say the least – even when in some instances it wasn’t expected.

But what was expected was the countless arse-clowns with their shirts off. Full time flexers with Carpe Diem tats and enormous Prada sunnies. Painful – but at least they weren’t at the acts which actually had people playing instruments. If they were, they were lost. Which was funny. A girl also seemed to have broken her neck – this backs my earlier claim of serious injury. Apparently she nailed her head coming down from a crowd surf. But nobody knows what actually happened. But the chinese whispers were also amusing. I also saw our mate руководишь from one of our previous blogs there. I walked 100 metres right angles across to avoid a beat down.

Thanks for your readership.

Buns

Jump on here to download our new tune too - a FRESHER one will be up very, very soon.

http://www.triplejunearthed.com/TheShinyBrights

Hey...

2011-09-26T21:22:00.000-07:00

Top 7 things that are irritating Alex right now.

1. Guys in suits on phones.

2. White leather loafers

3. Blonde tipped hair.

4. Those shoes that look like football boots with no studs

5. It's spelt capsicum...not capsicun.

6. Dubstep.

7. Dubbros (bros who like dubstep, normally seen in a low cut singlet)

Cheers.

Here is a lovely blog about an old song of ours. Weird. But we will take it....

http://partyaids.tv/the-shiny-brights

http://www.triplejunearthed.com/TheShinyBrights - go here and vote, apparently you get bigger muscles from it.

Alex/Buns

From Russia With Love

2011-09-07T19:15:00.000-07:00

I now hereby bequeath our very first Tandem blog….

So Saturday night Buns and Alex went out after the Shiny’s “gegg” at The Gov in Adelaide. The show was good; we were asked if we knew any Pearl Jam by a guy in a Hawaiian shirt with flames on it so….joke’s on him I guess.

Anyhow, we ended up at a cocktail bar where there was talk of delicious and yet moderately priced drinks. We got out of the cab with a good friend of ours (for the sake of anonymity we’ll call him Bill Murray) and polished our drinks. Our efforts were nearly quashed when we were confronted by our mate Milosz. Now, Milosz was the most Russian bouncer we had ever seen. His accent was straight out of a movie. His tracksuit was definitely fast. The fastest. He would eat smoked herring on rye bread for breakfast, with black tea, whilst rubbing vodka into the wounds on his knuckles. He would let a sloooow groan as he did it too. “…..eeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…..” Then he would go and bash some ice-bergs.

клоунов метеорного decided we were “too keshool” for this particular establishment. He did that Russian azzzz thing, where you just offer a quick pan up and down, with a face like you have just smelt someone else’s shit – then flick your chin in the air whilst you attempt to mutter the English words “too casual”. We were like those two geezers in snatch that take ages to realize the pikie is saying “DOGS”. But sadly for Milosz/Borris-the-blade/Eristoff - I dwell with one of the bartenders, and he reluctantly granted the three most inebriated plonkers entry into the bar – effective immediately. He had a pooey face on him the rest of the night. Only until I was draining it in the toilet, half expecting the “Serbian strangle hold” from behind, and Milosz commended me on the African-American rap superstars on my t-shirt. Turns out he likes Eazy-E. He whispered it in my ear while I was weeing. I was shitting myself so badly I was just like “……..same”. But WHY does he listen to deceased, hard, hard gangster rapper Eazy-E? Anyone? Does Russia even allow rapping? Just in general? Appreciated, nonetheless.

The three of us went on to frolic shamelessly and enjoy a number of delicious cocktails at a three-for-one price. We discussed everything from Milosz’s punching ability, to our own lack of punching ability, to how deliciously priced and fundamentally intoxicating the cocktails were – when coupled with my (Buns’s) stellar wit. Eventually Bill met a nice young lady, Buns and Alex played wingman to the tune of a 100% success rate. YEAH.

I hope everyone likes the swinging from second-to-third-person writing style which this particular blog offers. Cheers.

We arrived at our next port-of-call where things started to get pretty Monica Lewinski, and by that I mean loose and hazy. Bill decided to leave with his newfound temporary lover. Buns and Alex wished him well, and hoped he had a really great time. Upon arriving at the David Floor (d-floor) we decided that it was time we did some rug tearing/shape-cutting/usher impersonating. We cut rug like a discount flooring depot. We were copping hard props from random dudes who all looked the same. We slashed prices. EVERYTHING MUST GO, we shouted. Eventually we went to the bathroom and realized that we would need to hang onto the wall if we were to get out in one piece, or at least dry and with some sort of dignity. Mission accomplished. Veterans. We kept slashing prices.

We both sort of lose track of the evening here. At some stage, and in some sort of vessel – we arrived home at our respective jay-o’s.

Buns: Forgetting that I had offered my abode to my two newly acquainted best buddies; Sam and Dale from Ben Salter’s band, I stumbled inside in a loud and obnoxious fashion. Only to be re-informed that the lads were asleep soundly on the living room couches. To Sam’s full credit – he got straight up and continued to pound beers with me until sunrise. A large evening. One of fruitful times. Tschus.

Rego: I am unable to recall, but it involved yelling at the toilet.

Many, many Thanks.

If you haven’t seen enough spam regarding our new single Blue Toes – then click here for a free download and a boner.

Buns + Rego

August Blog Video

2011-09-04T23:31:00.000-07:00

It's that time again, yeah yeah I know - the suspense was killing you, you were on the edge of your seats etc. etc.

Apologies, and you're welcome.

"......Bust my ass??..."

Many Happy Returns,

$ TSB $

Chaired

2011-08-31T23:42:00.001-07:00

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A Nod of Affirmation...

2011-08-30T16:41:00.000-07:00

So,

The August tour is over. Touring with Tales in Space, The Sunny Days and Tin Can Radio was a blast. We're back to regular life with a few shows around Adelaide and then hopefully we'll be back out on the road a bit later in the year.

You all read about the shit kick that Sydney was and how much of a nightmare it was getting up for THAT flight. Well we found someone on the last night of the tour, in Melbourne, who had obviously had that nightmare for an entire evening, culminating in something none of us ever expected to see.

I'll run you through the lead up;

After starting our night with some cheap but not that delicious meals (we know when you use tip-top burger buns and kraft singles cheese, it doesn't hurt to splash out on a lepinja and maybe some swiss cheese? Fuck you), we then headed off to the venue and bumped into our fine tour buddies "Tales in Space" from Sydney. We discussed the finer points of synth stage moves and shit burgers.

Fast forward a few hours and we'd all consumed hundreds of beers. We caught up with Adelaide "besties" (fuck off) The Daylight Braves. They were at the tail end of their tour promoting their latest single "Summer at Last". We spent more time downing more beers at a premium price.

On our way home, collectively stumbling along, we noticed a shape further down the road holding onto something. As we kept walking the shape appeared to be a guy, holding onto a pole, hanging his arse over the path. We walked past him until Wolf did the sums and called out "Excuse me mate.......*pause*.....*deep breath*.....but are you taking a shit?"

The guy then looks at us and gives us a simple nod.

He then proceeds with his task at hand and then falls on the ground. In his own shit.

Tour over.

Alex Rajkowski

If you havnt already Smashed our new tune "Blue Toes", Click HERE for a free download.

2011-08-28T22:32:00.001-07:00

Join the Nunnery

2011-08-18T22:49:00.000-07:00

This is a quote I like…

I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.
-Bruce Lee

What a ledge….

It is actually quite profound, but It may or may not apply to the following blog/s

As I embark on an intended “dry” weekend (no guarantees) I would like to outline some of the reasons why the idea is, well…..not worth it.

1. You know when you’re drunk, and so is every other sack at the pub you attend every weekend – and you have that 3am conversation with some fiend who talks too close? Like, he’s on his damn tippy-toes, with his head cocked towards his right shoulder, so that he can burp his fucking bourbon-tosis away to his right while he tries to get his shit point across to you – which you have already forgotten? And, and…and he bobs a little higher on the balls of his feet every now and then for the odd Punchline, like Brent? This guy is SO much more offensive and irritating when your sober-as-a-judge, trying to kindly put the pieces together of his epic last-weekend bar fight story - which is grossly over exaggerated, to the point where you’re now egging him on to “tell us more” without him realizing you think he is an enormous TWAT. For me this is the number one reason to just drink – aimlessly.

2. The Last time I had a weekend without a drop was when I had my wisdom teeth removed two and a half years ago, so it took physical trauma to pull the plug for a weekend last time I faced such adversity. The Second reason why it blows so badly is when you don’t drink….sorry, when you don’t binge – you become this reclusive weirdo around chicks? This is applicable to me anyway. Many of my friends/band-mates are in the same boat. You become this generic bender – who has that staple conversation with everyone until one of the two of you are SO bored/pissed off, that you do an Alex Cameron – and just bail on the conversation altogether. Mid sentence if need be. Also, while you doing it, you KNOW your doing it. Having that cringe-town friendly chin-wag. If you have held out this long on a sober weekend – now you’re bonging jager.

3. Just don’t be sober.

This blog is dedicated to Alex Minicozzi. Why? Click Here

Aaaaaand joke for the Day? Courtesy of Wolfgang…
Why did the sperm cross the road?
Because you put on the wrong socks today….

Buns.

2011-08-15T20:24:00.000-07:00

Friday nights liver towelling (slash gig) in Syndey was of such an impressive magnitude – I figured it needs to be documented.

Friday August 12

1:30am – Still at the Governor Hindmarsh after the Children Collide gig... notable “check-ins” include Woody Annison, Johnny McKay, Simon and Shane (DZ Deathrays), and all but one of the Shiny Brights. Also - each and every member of Hunting Grounds are available right now, via telephone...at the same time....on six different cellular telephones.....Yeah, its getting pretty OSLO-circa-a-month-ago right now....people are smoking wherever they want, and people that didn’t already know Woody are immediately shocked and appalled by being pigeon-holed as “Racist”, before having actually met the guy. Fuck being a wiener at Woody’s school, in South London, in the eighties.....

2:00am – Red Wine glasses brimmed with Smirnoff and a DASH of red bull are being issued amongst the remaining team. I can’t stress “Dash” enough either, each sip was like a Chuck Norris knee to the bollocks. Yet the beverages on offer are consumed only in a boat race fashion – a notion that was forcefully peer-pressured towards anyone in ear-shot - Security guards and performers alike.

It’s at about this point that I notice the time, curse maliciously in rego’s ear and realise I’m due at work six hours. At this juncture I exit the premises. Later I catch wind of certain members of The Shiny Brights having to blow off some steam, by walking home from Hindmarsh – leaving little presents from within along the way....like an Easter-egg hunt.

7:45am – Buns’s alarm sounds for work. He smashes his alarm clock several times with a nearby shoe, before realising the alarm was actually set on his phone, not his bedside alarm clock. His phone is on the nearby bathroom floor. Cheers.

9:00am: Buns punches himself in the testies FIFTY times...I mean “goes to work”.

1:05pm: Le Shiny Brights board a plane to SYDNEY.

4:00pm: Sound check/ load-in at the Gaelic followed by the prompt purchase of overpriced beer. In Bulk.

5:00 pm: Beers/filthy jokes/anti-histamines at Karen’s.

7:00pm: The banta moves to The Strawberry Hills Hotel, for French fries/filthy jokes/beer

8:30pm: The Sunny Days/RadioStar/no-one-is-really-sure open at the Gaelic

9:20 pm: TSB perform as a Banjo quintet with a Bolivian pipes player. They are well received.

10:00pm: Chris “Bondi-vet” Plummer manages 4 little piggy’s on his back simultaneously – much to the amazement of two Peruvian back-packers, and nearby chiropractors.

10:15pm: Tales in Space from Syndey perform, to a capacity audience and a lighting show that is not for the feint hearted. If I was a chic – I’d have my titties out at this point. I did anyway.

11:15:pm The Cairos from Brizzzvegas (fuck off anyone who has EVER used that term seriously) take the stage to a chorus of extremely drunk scenesters/babes/Adelaide bands....

12:30am: Proceedings move to Oxford Arts Factory.

1:00am: People are that sort of drunk where they pretend to hump attractive chics that squeeze past while they aren’t looking. I am guilty of this.

2:00am: Headcount?
Clancy Bennett - present
Buns - .......yeah...ish
Chris- sort of
Rego – maybe by a thread
Paul – not really present
The Sunny Days/RadioStar/not sure – ...heeeere.

(THIS IS MY FAVOURITE)

2:30am: Looking around, clearly all previous inhibitions have gone out the window, most people are attempting their CLEAN Usher moves – genuinely convinced that they are nailing them. Most of us have tangoed with other anonymous female inebriates – to no avail, for obvious reasons.

3:00am: people are talking reeeeeaaal slow now. Sentences riddled with hiccups. hugging – everywhere. Rego is sleeping on his feet, on the dance floor, with a beer. Numbers are thinning in the venue...

4:00am: Hungry Jacks, Oxford Street.
Chris has already “claimed” his second unwarranted burger , just doing casual laps back-and-forth from the counter, claiming he is waiting on assorted menu items. .......Now he is bellowing at the top of his lungs – we are still racking our brains as to why?? (An upcoming blog video will explain this better)

YEEEEEEAH...

5:00am: Arrive at Karrots criiiib. Me and Chris sleep in one another’s arms, on the floor. Rego takes ownership of the couch. All fully clothed, with food.

6:00am: Lights out.

8:30am: Alarm. Shit. Fuck. Alarm. Clothes? Belongings? Dignity? Health? Alarm. Vom. Cab. Airport. Flight. Shit. Fuck. Bollocks. Sleep.

Lengthy read huh? Sucked in.

Buns.

NEW SINGLE AVAILABLE ON TRIPLE J UNEARTHED

2011-08-09T07:33:00.000-07:00

Handsome blog readers,

It is with great pleasure, two bananas, a beret and a pleasing posture that I salute the availability of our new single "BLUE TOES". The song, and two others were recorded and produced at Red Door studios in Collingwood by friend and industry veteran Paul "WOODY" Annison. After perspicacious pre-production and a week in the sprawling metro-sexuality of Red Door's egg chairs and collectable vending machines - we came out with three singles that we are extremely proud of. The guidance and knowledge of Woody and engineer Tyson worked wonders with the new brand of music we were writing - and hoping to conquer.

So while your scratching your crotch, trying to think of your next "witty" comment on your mates' girlfriend's iPhone-retro-application-photo of your Saturday night borry storm - Jump onto triple J unearthed and download the new tune, and have a good old fashion listening session. If you do then maybe a genie will saunter out of your speakers? and grant you three wishes? Yeah, it is ridiculous - but you will never know if you don't listen to it? and THAT my friends.....IS true. Up for it?
>CLICK HERE THEN!.

Some call me a philosopher, or..a..a pioneer. But you can just call me BUNS Wilson.

Always a pleasure.

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And as per usual, and for your ultimate convenience. Here are some visual aids.

WOODY at RED DOOR Studios, Melbourne

Kodak Moments

2011-08-04T19:00:00.000-07:00

This week we had our first shiny photo shoot in over a year. Heading out from the wilderness with our new single this month, we thought the band's happy snaps might need a little bit of a makeover. Now you might think this is a pretty simple task. Get five guys get them all to look away from the camera and look very disinterested. Add them all pretending as if they don't even care that some mug is taking their photo, with matching leather jackets. You know the ones, if not i've posted an example below. And don't get me wrong we've done this too!

This time we wanted something a little bit different. When it comes to this side of the band i have about as much creativity as a Nickelback single so a lot of the genius was left to come from C 'the Plums' Plummer. As you will see in the next couple of weeks when they're all finished off, we've gone for some weird portrait style shots. Imagine this. One man, one frame, one hand. Now to create the vision of 'the Plums' on my pentax five megapixel would have been possible, but let's be honest they would've looked shit.

So we figured we needed a PRO. That's why the lovely snaps have been taken by our good friend Michael Clements (shameless promotion of his site here www.michaelclements.com.au). Michael is English... need i say more he's a top fellow with a delightful eye for how to capture the most delicate moment. Like when a leaf floats alone across a lake, or a plastic bag fighting in the wind. We on the other hand aren't so delicate. The entire shoot Alex "don't call me polish" Rajkowski was cracking suprisingly funny puns right at the pivotal moments of concentration. Another issue is that michael doesn't have any furniture in in house, he says it's because he just moved in, but can you trust the English, i don't think so. This meant five guys standing for two and half hours in a dimly lit room as another man took their photo. Just sounds creepy if you ask me.

So while our photos won't included wolf's leather underpants or one of chris' countless sweaters, they will at least be better than this....

NICKELBACK

DC TALK

LIPPY BUM BUM

And So it Begins....

2011-08-01T23:11:00.000-07:00

Salutations,

Our tour for our new single "Blue Toes" kicks off this week. We're hitting the road with Radio Star, Tin Can Radio and Tales in Space, all premium bands. This means we'll be spending countless nights spooning together. Most likely I'll be shacking up with Buns "duckarse" Wilson. James will claim a bed to himself because he needs all that room.
Chris will no doubt go swimming again in his attempt to better his "swim in every shitty river ever" record (his landmark achievement so far is The Thames in London….after 35 ciders).

Wolfgang will probably hang his leather underpants that he secretly sleeps in from an unsuspecting balcony much to the amazment of passers by. He still maintains that the "tan lines" inside have always been there.

We're pumped for this tour as it means we're back on the road playing new songs that we're really happy about. If I could convert my happiness about these songs it would be the equivelant of a mango…the happiest of fruits, people love mangos, if they don't, they're not worth knowing.

Come out to some shows instead of watching Masterchef and Highway Patrol.

RADIOSTAR (VIC)

TALES IN SPACE (NSW)

DIGGIT??

2011-07-26T23:08:00.000-07:00

It's that time again!

THINGS BUNS HAS BEEN ENJOYING, YAAAAAY! Top ten I hear you mutter?? Yeah, why not. It would be my pleasure.

TOP FIVE FOODS FOR BUNS RIGHT MEOW:

1. Subway Club Sandwich filling
2. Caramel Slice (home made, preferably a friends Mum)
3. Mince based meals (ALL)
4. Hommus
5. Quiche Lorraine

Music Too Buns? OK, ok - Music too (Top 5 of right now in no particular order):

1. Metronomy
2. Red Coats
3. Diesel Witch
4. The Pixies
5. Tales in Space

Top 5 people of Now Buns? Come one, quieten down guys, one at a time.

1. Anders Breivik (never too soon)
2. The girl with the braces from the SA quality Home improvements botch-job-tv-ad
3. Stevo's mate from the Natural Gas Heating Ad ("unlesssssss, you like ice-cream".....Do you like knuckle sandwich's? Also looks strikingly like Chrissy Poo Plummer)
4. David Letterman
5. Eric Moussambani Malonga, or "Eric The Eel" who did the Mens heat of the 100m freestyle in 1:52.72. Entered via a wildcard draw designed to encourage developing countries. Remember? Best thing I have ever seen on TV. Forget Cathy and Perkins - this put hairs on my chest.

....Top 5 Movies?

1. Sickle - look it up
2. Fight Club
3. Nacho Libre
4. BMX Bandits (with Nicole kidman, the one we all forgot about)
5. The Goonies

Top 5 Things you can wear?

1. A Broach
2. Beret
3. Cumabun
4. Monocle
5. Fez

It has been a pleasure. Until Next time - Take care of yourselves, and each other.

(Here are visuals for those of you that are too hung to accurately envisage things..)

Also....

Metronomy - The Look

Metronomy | Myspace Music Videos

2011-07-17T17:28:00.001-07:00

Wash or Die

2011-07-17T17:27:00.000-07:00

Today I went to the kitchen to wash my bowl. I can't say it's something I do too often as it's usually easier (uses less energy) to take the dirty bowl and fork, spoon or knife home with me to clean. Another reason for avoiding the walk to the kitchen is that it is all the way over on the other side of the office. So as you make your way there you have to make the typical office chit chat with whoever you may pass by. Comments such as 'Darryl, had a hair-cut i see' or 'Coffee time is it Sue' make it a rather awkward experience for everyone involved. Sometimes neither person can even muster a word and we give each another a nod or raise an eyebrow in appreciation that neither of us can really be bothered muttering a word to each other.

So anyway i'm going to the kitchen to wash my bowl. On the way I pass both Darryl and Sue, Darryl smiles and Sue says looking forward to the weekend. I reply with some sort of mildy funny response like 'yeh big one ahead i think'. Upon reaching the kitchen I realise a new sign has been posted above the sink. I have posted it below for you all to enjoy. For some reason i think i might avoid going to the kitchen from now on.

Schlishy.

Great minds...

2011-07-14T21:26:00.000-07:00

Situation: a maintenance man walks into the office. He stands 5 metres away. Looking at the roof. It occurs to me immediately that he resembles Kenny.

Problem: how to communicate this to Watson so he can also enjoy noting the resemblance. Without Kenny lookalike hearing.

Solution:

‘Hey Watson’

Yeah

‘Grassy...without the ‘D’’

(Watson thinks for a couple of seconds, works it out, looks at Kenny lookalike, confirms he’s on it, nods appreciation, goes back to work like a BOSS!)

Explanation (for those without great minds):

1. Grassy – short for Grassy Knoll

2. Grassy Knoll – JF Kennedy’s shooter hit behind it (got it yet?)

3. Kennedy – without the D.

4. Do i need to spell this out any more?

To be completely honest, i was more than ecstatically impressed when he pulled that one off.

Dan Ryan
(Shiny Brights enthusiast and work colleague of Buns Wilson/Watson)

Did you pay your REGO?

2011-07-10T22:21:00.000-07:00

And so another week has come to a close,

With Friday in an office environment comes the smell of the weekend, for some a "casual" Friday and for others the end of another cycle. For myself it means another round of Friday night "work drinks".

it would go without saying that the Friday night after work drink at an accountancy firm would be much different to that of an uber cool design firm where they all sit on bean bags and drink complementary green tea.
Interacting with your work colleagues beyond the confines of an office environment can be both an enlightening and harrowing experience. It gives you an opportunity to see how those you spend the majority of your time with really are. I recently found out that the middle aged "Sting" fan who is the equivalent of an encyclopaedia of clip art, is also into hard trance (I mean HARDCORE trance, like, march into Poland trance).

It usually starts out with the first round of drinks, usually by management or a team leader. Everyone always orders the special, but you do sometimes get the odd wanker from head office who orders a whisky sour, just to be a jerk. You stand around awkwardly sipping on your drink talking about.......you guessed it....work. You discuss Dave from Collections and his awkward short sleeved shirt/tie combo, how Suzanne from Accounts legs rub together when she walks, you discuss everything about work that is somewhat entertaining to each of you till you run out. This is where the awkward shit happens.

You suddenly realise why the divorcee who sits opposite you is in fact divorced, why the eternal virgin from IT keeps to himself and why you yourself are with these people, Monday to Friday, 9-5. It's not the money, it's because everywhere you go, everyone a story.

The last two years of my life have been spent between juggling different jobs and touring with this band. I've been in cafes, bars, nightclubs, call centres, warehouses and even a job where my only purpose was to fold envelopes. The one thing I realised is that everywhere there are people who are just like those people we see in the movies. No matter how boring your job is, how routine your week is, as along as you have one thing to keep it interesting, you will be fine.

Next year I go back to uni to study, how I'll juggle that with the band I have no idea, but it will happen. My dream is to one day work in an office where Sharon's legs rub together, Dave's ties are ridiculous and more importantly, I'm ordering the whisky sours, just to keep things interesting.

Having said all of this, music being the main thing in my life, here are some links to some bands and artists that are really making me excited about making music. These last few months in camp Shiny have been awesome. We're pushing ourselves harder then before to expand our musical boundaries and the results are great. We hope to get these tunes out on the road in a few weeks in support of our next single, what that is I can't tell you yet!

The firmest of regards,

Alessandro Valdez Rajkowsk

Schlishy's Say

2011-07-07T22:40:00.000-07:00

Hello!

If there's one thing us shiny's like it's a good film clip. In the next few weeks we will release our new single, and will need to create some video clip greatness of our own.
We already have some pretty crazy ideas but if you can think of something that might work feel free to let us know in the comment section below.

For now here's a couple i've been watching lately. You too should watch them.

It's been a bit of a weird month after finishing our new tracks and getting back into the swing of writing new tracks and trying to make them suit the sound we have created in the studio. We've also gone back to everyday life which for me has been slow, but at the same time it does inspire me to write more songs. I think we learnt a lot in this last session of recording. In fact probably more than we have in the entire 4 years (wow that's gone quickly) the band has been together.

Now the question is how will these new things we've learnt impact on the next batch of songs we are writing. I feel we've definitely defined two different styles of songs that i hope we will follow into whatever our next release is, whether EP, album or just more singles. We've started work on a new track called Ghost Hand, which has been co-written by Ping Marwe. Nice, upbeat track that everyone should like to dance to.

We're hoping to get it up for this upcoming tour. There's also three other tracks, yet unnamed which could make their way into our new set, yes our set for this upcoming tour will be made up of at least 6 never before heard tracks, so make sure you get along to one.

At the same time, Buns and I have been working on another project, completely different from shiny's. It's been good, giving me a different perspective of how to write music, and what makes a band really work.

PEOPLE OF PREY

2011-07-06T21:33:00.000-07:00

this will get irritating...

2011-06-30T23:25:00.000-07:00

The three 57 bitches....

2011-06-27T00:11:00.000-07:00

Feverishly inspired by the recent works of Pittsburgh rapper Wiz Khalifa, I recently re-kindled my flame with the art of freestyle rapping, and Yes - I've still got it. Driving to band the other night I thought I would try my hand at the dying art, recording on my eyefen - whilst operating the motor vehicle with me knees (a skill I have refined from precision air-drumming at the wheel). Wangling about thirty seconds of hard rap together over a recently acquired Khalifa beat, I was quietly pleased with my efforts, as was the plumber pulled up next to me at the lights - who was so shaken up by seeing me rap at the wheel - he did that speedy look away thing, in an attempt to hide the fact that he was watching me when I busted him. Althgouh it should be me who is embarassed? But I was too chuffed - and still wearing my hood, from my attempt adopt a gangster flow. Nailed it.

To herald the new swag of raps that me and my "KR3W" have been dropping on our phones, I am offering this here blog. Shortly there will be a snap shot mp3 available for you perusal - just in case you thought you were pretty handy, and intended on challenging one of the clan to a cypher/battle/free - or something of that ethos. Wouldn't bother homez.

I have also shamefully taken a liking to Odd Futures "Tyler the Creator" - who some are hailing as THE MOST OFFENSIVE RAPPER EVER. That is a serious accolade. His subject matter is somewhat questionable in the eyes of the ahh.....law.

Here are some of his lyrics for a laugh. If you have read this far - you will probably read these too. So dope.

Satan's gettin jealous of the wolves, demons said they preferrin' us
Books I'm not givin' a fuck, what they referrin' us
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we murderers
And young enough to get the fuckin' priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' head
Instead I rap about fuckin' bitches and gettin' heads
While you niggas stackin bread, I could stack a couple dead
Bodies, make it? look like less of a color, more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no commission, they tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions and I wind up?
And proceed to sat her down when I go splatterin' her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in my categor-
?
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown wanna kick a whore
Then make songs about? 'cuz when it rains, it pours
I hate this, screamin "Fuck Patience!"
Got a nigga shakin like a? fuckin' Haitian
After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went
I wanna be the reason why all lesbians hate dick

This is an actual song......

Here are some images of niggaz that have been keeping it Harlem of recent. But not really recent.....

Thank you for your time. Apologies If I have offended anyone - but offensive rap is the best sort apparently. Oh and that bug on Tylers hand in the bottom image?? Yeah he eats that in the film clip to "Yonkers" - then hangs himself. Oh and he sold out the Opera house three nights in a row. That's what we have come to.

Also hit this up for unaffiliated Rap banta mileswilsondesign.blogspot.com

Black Power.

BUNS WILSON

Lips sent me this the other day - no text was required.

2011-06-20T19:16:00.000-07:00

I appreciate the time Schlishy took to arrange his fruit, photograph it and then swing it my way.
Bill Murray would be proud.

No..No....He would.

"What if they ask for our Tram ticket.."...."Just plead Adelaide ignorance"

2011-06-14T23:17:00.001-07:00

So we have just finished recording three of our new songs. At this stage we are still trying to figure out which one will be the first single and what they will all be called. Some suggested titles have been Running pt 1, 2 and 3, Double Banana and Chicken Feed. Feel free to let us know any other suggestions that may tickle your fancy.

We had a short stay in Melbourne where we were given the pleasure of working with the brilliant Woody Annison at Red Door Sounds.

Despite my desire to insert more cowbell into our new found sound, i was unsuccessful and cowbell will unfortunately not appear on our next single (it will make an appearance at some point though, that i promise.)

This trip had its definite highs and lows.... a couple of examples.

Chris spent most of the first night urinating across the streets of Melbourne (including in the middle of Little Collins street.) Rego had too many froths one night and wouldn't stop singing karma police to the two band members that couldn't escape the room.

All in all it was a great week and we're excited about the new songs.

Some inspiration till you here our new songs.

Much love

Lips.

Tour Dates Now Up for August.

2011-06-08T02:52:00.000-07:00

why not drive for eight hours and come see us at one of these shows? Oh, because your not a wanker? Sweet. fair enough I guess. But what about flights? That long awaited holiday - just for the weekend, to "get away from it all"?? Huh? Tiger do flights for chicken poo..FEED, chicken Feed... They can't gaurentee your safety, but hey - take a risk for a change? Besides, everyone wants to skydive at some stage. Kill two birds with one stone? I double dare you.

Push the envelope.

Buns.

http://www.thejohnsteelsingers.com/index.php/blog

(Absolute blogging inspiration)

VIDEO BLOG #2

2011-05-26T05:10:00.000-07:00

Spaniole.

Titles are for idiots...

2011-05-18T18:50:00.001-07:00

A few things to get off my chest before we get into this weeks reading.

1. The fucker who stole my bin at work has got some serious shit coming, I am not walking halfway across the office to throw out a chewing gum wrapper. To combat this I am sticking all my old chewies together, combined with paper to create an enormous paper "gumche" ball to go into a yet to be designated bin. I will make my choice over the next few days.

2. We have a day long baby shower for a collegue today…….everyone brought in home made cakes but me….I'll go buy some doritos on my lunch break. Never knew so many people were amateur bakers. If you're going to bake a cake for the band a cake please don't dissapoint us with orange flavoured icing, no one likes getting a little land mine of orange rind in their teeth. Double banana would be much appreciated….

3. The "dude" who keeps destroying my cubicle of choice in the office toilets, thank you, you've ruined what was once a place of peace and great productivity.

Right,

So we’re off to record in Melbourne in a few days to do a couple of new songs. This will be a time of great productivity and table tennis tournaments. Essentially what will happen is it will turn into a Table Tennis World Cup. Wolf (Germany), Chris (Sweeden), Miles (Uganda), James (China) and myself (Poland). I will lose in the first round, swiftly followed by James, then Wolf (sucked in) and then Chris and Miles will battle it out in a Table Tennis fight to the death.
Miles has speed and agility but Chris has experience (a one time Mr Table Tennis 2003). Chris will then go on to win, and then win the lady of his choice. Sometimes a KIA Sportage will be thrown in too.

We'll keep you posted.

-Alex "forehand" Rajkowski

as promised...

2011-05-16T20:08:00.001-07:00

Even stranger talk......

2011-05-16T18:53:00.000-07:00

So, last Friday The Shiny’s played with Melbournians STRANGE TALK, so I thought it would be fitting to herald this blog with the theme – Strange/abnormally awkward.....talk.

Example number ONE:

It all began about six months ago, Milesy had been at his new place of employment for only a week or so. I work on the second floor of a building yeah? Which means we have an elevator yes? One that is big enough for say....two or three burley men. Anyhoo Bottom line is, awkward. Or if your into new school slang “awkers”.

So I am that fresh faced dude around the office that people don’t quite know yet from a bar of soap, or a tea towel....But nonetheless, me and the other employees roll past each other in the office, squat slightly, point at each other and go “eeeeyyy Budddyy, my maaaan” etc. Like some fiendish nod to the Phons, who I never ever watch/watched – but still mimic anyway, in a desperate attempt to connect with my older colleagues. So shit. So this one particular day I knock off and pop into the lift.....with this chic...who isn’t too bad on the eye....
We kick things off in the lift with utter silence, and only the odd squeek from the elevator shaft. She is looking at her feet, so am I. I’m thinking – this must be the worlds slowest lift, please hurry. I’m begging you....elevator...man.. So I glance over and notice she is holding two bananas (I will remind you at this point that this is 100% true) after careful thought, I offer.......”Ah. Double Banana”..

WHAT.THE.FUCK.IS.THAT

Double Banana?!? For fucks sake. I had to stand there for another 30 seconds??? In silence, after the most absurd sentence I’ve maybe ever said. You could have cut the awkwardness with a butter knife. So now this bird thinks I’m some retarded maniac, and I run into her nearly everyday. She avoids me. I would too?? So I told my mate Dan at work about the incident, sometimes he draws two bananas on my diary. Perfect example of Strange Talk.

Here is also a strange picture to aid this blog...

Example Number 2:

A friend at work took this last week.

It reads "Please keep of the lawn until it is established, say - may 13th??" seems good to me bro.

Awesome.

BOOB AND MUSIC

2011-05-11T23:01:00.000-07:00

why hello there.....

2011-05-10T00:27:00.001-07:00

2011-05-03T07:12:00.001-07:00

mish mash! confusion! shapes!......what happened?? I blacked out.

2011-04-28T00:12:00.000-07:00

TSB rehearsal - 27.4.11

HI!

2011-04-26T21:50:00.000-07:00

Do you like the drums? We do.

Which is great because we are now supporting them at Adelaide Uni Bar on the 10th of May.

This means you should definitely come along nice and early for a dance with us.

And what's more the show is all ages, our second show for everyone in the past two weeks.

Now Wolf is often known for losing his shit on stage... but the lead singer of the drums can dance... and when i say can dance... i mean he can dance like this.

Lips.

Tickets to this are selling like home made lemonade in Phoenix.....

2011-04-20T22:59:00.000-07:00

Be there, or be square.

70 miles an hour TOPS...

2011-04-18T17:21:00.000-07:00

I listen to XFM at work yeah....
They just had a competition for the punters, to see who can guess the absolute mish-mash of words that the Two Door Cinema Club singer wangles together in the "Something Good Can Work" chorus. Some bird from Canada won - the rules were NO GOOGLE ALLOWED homes...
For the record, I was wrong - but VERY, VERY close, and my prompt-as-arse email probably would have claimed victory. For your pleasure, here are the ACTUAL lyrics.

"Let's make this happen girl you
gonna show the world that something good can work and it can work for you,
And you know that it will.."

Have a bash below.

35 seconds in..

speedy speech is something I give many props for. If you see me out in the not-too-distant, flip a quick verse in my ear - and If I approve... The next Frothberger is on moi.

Buns

Potential Cover?

2011-04-17T19:29:00.000-07:00

Sooo...
“Baby Monkey (going backwards on a pig)”... potential cover for Saturday night.
That is one damn catchy song!

Chissy Poo

Whats on Barts Ipod?

2011-04-14T21:49:00.000-07:00

A whole bunch of new releases out at the moment from Arctic monkeys and Friendly fires to Justice and Foo fighters.

But very little has actually tickled my fancy. I don't know if the days are gone where a song will just jump out and grab me by the balls like they used to, or if there's just a little bit of a lull at the moment, or if i've just not got an ear for good music. Either way, there are a couple that i am enjoying, that you might also enjoy, or fervently hate. I recommend going online and checking out TV on the Radio-Nine Types of Light, it's a film they've made with all the tunes off their new record, it's something pretty special.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8B5GP0AiQMc

They may be simple indie tunes, but hey that's what i like.

In particular order, here's a few songs i've had on repeat lately.

Metronomy- The Look

The Streets- OMG

TV on the Radio-Caffeinated Consciousness

City and Colour- Oh Sister
The Vaccines- If you wanna

Loon Lake- In the Summer

The Postal Service- Such Great Heights

Two Door Cinema Club- Get Your Hands Off My Cash Monty

Dardanelles- One + One

Lou Reed- I'm So Free

also check out my video clip of the week from the crazy sweeds that are Peter, Bjorn and John.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mIoDnOrlcQ

Regards,

Barts.

Now for your imaginative convenience...

After those visual aids.....

One band I haven't gotten over in the past two and a half years is London's Bombay Bicycle Club. Do yourself a flavour flave, pop their song Lamplight on your I-podge, wheel that shit to 2:20, and hear musical cleverness climb into your eardrums and hearts forever.

Buns fucking Wilson

For the not-so-fortunate...and fortunately..

2011-04-13T20:50:00.000-07:00

For a good cause, for a good cause, like SANTA CLAUSE!!!! (straight off the top of the dome)

On april 23rd at Fowlers, the best bands EVER will be playing a schtomper of a gig - in support of the "Live below the Line" campaign. Kindly joining us on the night will be fellow Heaps-Good-aye Psych rockers Jay walker and the Pedestrians, and Interstate guests - The Beligerents from BRIZVEGAS (apologies for using the term so loosely). For more info on the campaign visit:

http://www.livebelowtheline.org.au/theshinybrights

Get along for a night of coits, coin-toss, bocce and ROOCK! It's also for a good cause.....so bring shrapnel.

Chester Copperpot (BUNS)

Being a Maverick...

2011-04-12T19:54:00.000-07:00

Today was the day...

Today was the day that I admitted something that can alienate you from people forever.

Today I admitted to my workmates...that I am not into AFL (Australian Rules Football for those of you residing overseas). AFL is Australia's favourite pastime, at least in the South-Eastern states, it is the fuel for conversation around the water cooler, the pub and even your local bank manager. Everyone loves it. Everyone but me. The thing is, my parents aren't Australian, I didn't grow up with AFL in my house, I grew up with smoked meats and pickled Herring. Admitting that you don't like AFL to someone in Adelaide is like telling someone you thought Hitler had the right idea. Only recently have I started to slightly understand it and only recently because of being in this band of four huge AFL fans have I learned to watch it without making any comments that are more awkward than seeing a sex scene in a movie with your parents in it.
I do admit that I had a brief AFL career in highschool, playing for the mighty 3rd XVIII (eighteen players in a team), although this was short lived once everyone worked out I was actually lying about my AFL prowess.

It's been a few hours since my big admission and already I'm noticing the changes. I didn't get invited for the tipping competition, I'm not longer considered worthy of inclusion in conversation about this weekend's games (being the season opener, everyone is super excited about "footy" returning) and I most likely won't be asked if my team "got up" over the weekend.

If someone didn't like cake would you still offer them a piece? I would, because I'm a maverick. If someone hated chips, I would still offer. I give them my smoked meats and pickled herring.

My bandmates have given me a piece of their football pie, although I don't think it'll ever be a staple, it may become an entree on the next long car ride across the country for some shows.

In other news I am totally pumped for the upcoming run of shows which will be announced really soon.

-Alex

Get along on the 15th!!

2011-04-11T22:14:00.000-07:00

MYLES MAYO, THE SHINY BRIGHTS AND ARCHERS @ JIVE

http://www.myspace.com/mylesmayo

We're back with one of SA's best

2011-04-11T18:03:00.000-07:00

I know you've missed us... well the good news is we're back this friday... After a little while of 'getting our shit together', we've finished our new set and will be playing alongside great friend Myles Mayo, and the lovely lads from Archers this friday at Jive.

If you haven't got along to see Myles Mayo before this is a must, he is Adelaide music!

And do yourself a favour go out and grab his new album, it's brilliant!

We're playing a lot more now, so check out the blog and all the dates will be up.

For all of you begging us for an ALL AGES show, we'll your wishes have come true as next week we will be playing at Fowlers and it's for all of you. We'll let you know all the details next week, but let's just say it's going to be a show for a very good cause.

James.

A New Dawn...

2011-04-01T00:33:00.000-07:00

Gave this here blog a facelift today, a result of lengthy procrastination in a desk job. Someone told me that having a desk job increases your risk of bowel cancer by 80%........EIGHTY PERCENT, perfect. So apart from slowly dying, we katz have been writing, rehearsing and recording intensely, recently acquiring a FRESH and upbeat sound that we are very very happy with. We will be getting in the studio soon, as you may have heard on the GV (grapevine) and we have been taking the time to polish some new tracks ready for an upcoming swag of gigz bra.

I can also recommend "Eat This" on Kensinton road for a delightful gourmet lunch...

A new blog video will also be up soon, chockers with excitement. Hugh Rimmington is on TV.... AND

"You headbutt a girl on national TV, and your labelled a prat, and that's the game...."
-Brent

Many, many thanks

Buns Wilson

We did some shit on the weekend...

2011-03-22T22:19:00.000-07:00

Oh hi, didn't see you there...

We did some demos in a lounge room on the weekend which came up really well! Looking forward to recording some new stuff properly in May now.

In the meantime, we have a balls-load of gigs coming up so stay posted. Our set will be completely new!

Before I forget, I'm really keen to bring the term 'Chikki-babes' back. I feel that it's an under-used term so i would appreciate it if you used it on a more frequent basis. hmmmmm what else.... Oh, I got a new '90210' t-shirt today which I'm hoping will look sweet when I'm yelling out at chikki-babes from my car. Things like 'want a ride?' and 'show us ya tits' should work...I mean really, how could they not..

Cheers,
Wolf

2011-03-15T20:47:00.000-07:00

Bit of a video update from the last week...Have a watch!
-The Shiny Brights

Toooooons

2011-02-21T04:13:00.000-08:00

Hey hey,

Adelaide was abuzz late last week with industry peeps as one of our favourite festivals, the fuse festival, was on. It was sad not to be a part of it this year, but we're taking our time making sure what we come up next, is something we're really proud of, and hopefully something you'll really love.

Awesome to see Adelaide bands getting the credit they have long deserved, with Dom Alessio playing a whole bunch on an SA special.

We've also been on the look out for who will be producing our next release, so stay tuned, and hopefully we'll have some details very soon.

Much love,

The Brights.

Demo-licious

2011-02-03T03:31:00.000-08:00

We went back into the lovely Matt Hills studio this week to continue our mission of demoing as many new tracks as possible. We've done two more songs, which takes us to twelve now.

There's definitely a new feel to these latest ones though, so it'll be interesting to see what's coming next. We're hoping to make some decisions with which ones we truly like, so we can get some new music out soon.

Also myspace appears to be dying, if not dead already. So keep checking in here for any news, and we'll keep in touch.

Here's a few shots from the other night.

The Year Ahead

2011-01-24T21:48:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone,

Welcome to our new blog. Now we can keep you up-to-date with new songs, tour dates and everything that's going on in our world.

We've spent the last five months working really hard on new material, and will be hopefully bringing out a new single in Feb/March.

It's been great to be able to mess around and try some sounds that are quite different for us, and we can't wait to get back out touring in 2011.

Here's a link to one our new ideas live at a Queensland flood benefit gig a couple of week's ago.

~TSB~

The song is called Salt: