EXTINCTION REBELLION

Here’s the first of a bunch of content I’ll be editing for the various Australian chapters of XR, featuring tunage from Half Majesty. I highly recommend donating your skills and time to this, the most important cause - a future for your kids’ grandkids - if you can.

💊³ ENTIRELY MY SHIT

The Australia depicted in the show’s universe seems to be frozen in some sort of perpetual Rennie Ellis via Wake In Fright meets Sir Les Patterson drongo purgatory.

💊 ONCE UPON A TIME IN HÄLSINGLAND

Forming entire cogent thoughts ain’t always possible with a rampaging, completely mobile ten month old around.

So welcome to this unruly grab bag of whatever it is I’ve been listening to, reading, playing and watching delivered unto you via the wonder of embedded tweet threads.

PATRONS ONLY - CAN'T GET THIS STUFF NO MORE

Classic, 1978 vintage Van Halen never really blew up out here in the Antipodes.

Sure, the band’s legend is now cast in solid platinum, but I’d imagine that, back in double-denim triple-bourbon late-70s Straya, these flashy Californian wunderkinds would have presented as a musical bridge too far for the sticky carpet blooded, Acca Dacca indoctrinated rabble.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: SNOWPIERCER

By all contemporary western metrics, it turns out, Captain America is a ruthless, merciless terrorist.

As Snowpiercer kicks off, our man Curtis — a cagey, brittle arsekicker played by Chris Evans (The First Avenger) — leads a desperate uprising against the privileged upper classes who tyrannise the have-nots.

The year is 2031 and it’s all gone tits up. Our last ditch efforts to thwart climate change have proved cataclysmically and ironically misguided, plunging the planet into another Ice Age. For all intents and purposes humanity has been rendered extinct.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: EX MACHINA

CAST your mind back to 2006.

The Australian twenty four hour news cycle was in its infancy - scuttlebutt, innuendo, hearsay, grossly ill-informed speculation and flat out bullshit travelled at much slower speeds.

MUSIC TO SET FIRES BY

Corrosion of Conformity (‘COC’ to terrified Marketing Departments everywhere) were a ragged agit-prop hardcore band who released albums with names like AnimosityEye for an Eye and Technocracy in the mid to late ‘80s.

PATRONS ONLY - TRIPLE PREACHER OVERDRIVE

Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg's adap of Ennis and Dillon's seminal PREACHER begins to wrap up with the start of season four on Monday night. It's been a messy, frustrating ride, spinning its wheels more often than not, but when it's been good it's been pretty fucking excellent.

THROWBACK THURSDAY: THE H8FUL EIGHT

Dubious, digit-inclusive title notwithstanding (don’t we usually reserve those for Fast & Furious-er?), Tarantino’s eighth directorial effort, The H8ful Eight, is a slow-burn, barking mad post Civil War whodunit. It’s a brash showcase for the auteur’s returning repertory players and a raw illustration of the man’s urgent engagement with the contemporary American political environment.

PATRONS ONLY - ATTACK BOOKS!

Attack! Books were doing the rounds at the turn of the millennium, back when I was wearing highly flammable clothes and poncing about living in my dad's back shed larging it up like an emo Hugh Hefner.

I discovered the imprint in early 2018, just around the time I was getting serious about putting Home Brewed together.

The books looked just the ticket, in theory.

PATRONS ONLY - BEHIND THE SCENES AT THE ALP POLICY RETREAT

ALP post-election policy meet up, Ablo’s man-cave, Marrickville.

The scene: it’s your standard wood laminate lined back shed situation. 

Old Picture Magazine, Australasian Post and CarToons pin ups festoon the walls. There’s an old foamcore Red Eye Records sign hung over the bar, which is stocked exclusively with Tooheys New. Ablo’s wheels of steel are dormant on the bar, mixing headphones perched on top of some truly egregious BOSE woofers.

Joel Fitzgibbons (absent) has positioned a cardboard standee of Acca Dacca’s Angus Young with his dacks down on top of one of the Razorback pinnies next to the Happy Hour Tiki Bar.

PATRONS ONLY - BOOTS ON THE GROUND

Remember how quickly the world slipped past, and now you’re on the cusp of 42, it’s 2019 and Ridley Scott’s dystopia looks positively cuddly, considering the very real prognostications for climate calamity by 2050 - just another quick 30 year jump, maybe less - being made by, oh, 97% of scientists globally?

PATRONS ONLY - FARGO ROCK CITY

Imagine, if you will, growing up in isolated, pre-internet far western NSW.

So isolated that the closest capital city, 500ks away, is Adelaide, and not the actual capital delineated by that future spear-cushion fuckwit James Cook back in 1770.

That's Sydney, for the record, which is a lazy 1200ks east of Broken Hill, which, of course, I am talking about, because you're lovely and know me well.

PATRONS ONLY - UNEXPECTED RAINBOW IN OUTBACK AUSTRALIA

Here's a piece on marriage equality I wrote for the Uniting Church back in 2016, more than a year before the plebiscite finally happened.

Sadly, we're stuck with the mob who made the process so tortuous, and who are now emboldened to continue exercising their 'religious freedoms' dog whistling to bigots.

Still, activism got marriage equality over the line, eventually, and there are plenty of pressing issues on the agenda now, more than ever. 

Here's to a spot of optimism, eh?