sing like no-ones listening. Dance like MJ's crotching
Monday, February 22, 2010
Ok, so I wrote off rock a long time ago when Nickelback and Matchbox 20 were filed under the catagory. A little too early it would seem. AC/DC last night shook me all night long and totally restored my faith in live music and showed Rock n Roll isn't dead, and neither is chicks on shoulders flashing titties. Last night Olympic Park was full of 80,000 hard living hard drinking scary as fuck bogans. More then I will ever likely or hopefully ever be around again. Me and my man wholikesothermen date tried to blend in with our xxxx schooners and tough attitudes but we were one as AC/DC belted out 2 hours of mind blowing totally awesome rock. I'm pretty sure Angus Young has some sort of mental disabilty, but dear lord can he play guitar. His 20 minute guitar solo is probably the greatest thing i've ever seen. One hand guitar on head riff with confetti raining on the crowd. As was bogan #67,235 being dragged out by police with no pants on. The music, the haircuts, the strong smell of urine, the fireworks. For those about to rock, we salute you.
Coco is a creamy soft-hearted epicentre rolled in hard glittery coating of what's hot. Her torrents of style and glamour rain upon the hot tin roofs of Sydney and Melbourne night and day.
Maria The Mildcat is a melodious but critical scenester with an erratic temper and a penchant for reflective surfaces. This capricious romantic will puncture your heart then help you sew it up.
Together they are skinny dipping darlings of the Sydney scene, offering you sizzling crustaceans of what's hot, with a piping bowl of what's not with lemon to wash your hands in afterwards.
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