boogaloo druid

the devotionalist

asking only for guidance

i am before you

the grey sky

my plants my shrubs my pygmy fig

you shower me with blessings

my daughters my health my pleasant life

still i want more from you

i wanna walk in the spirit

enough mucking around

i think you are every where and no where

i assume you are every god ever yet still you are none of them

i suppose that you exist yet do not exist

i reckon that you are interventionist and non interventionist

i admit i know very little about you

only that i sense you should be there

otherwise this is, on its own, absurd

i cannot look at the one billion systems around me

the patterns the images the reflections the songs

i cannot see them and not think of you

but its such a hard slog my friend

even for guys like me who got it easy

this life has been a respite for me

i mean in my other lives ive fought in wars

and given birth and been beaten and died and struggled

this life was a day off so to speak

due to some merit i must have built up in the karma bank

i took an incarnation with a western family in a rare time of relative peace

well i narrowly escaped vietnam i guess by one year

and i was most fortunate to live in a time of religious tolerance

and i have a great love for JC, krsna and buddha

horses for courses i say

what have i done with my opportunities i wonder allowed

making a last minute dash to tip the scales right now tho

i am a tiny lightbulb

you are the lightning

i can go a little brighter if you give me a little more zap, chap

go on it would be interesting to see what i might do with it

oh i would use it for good yes you wait and see

i mean i might go bad with more power

but i would certainly resist the temptation better now than before

before when all that hubris was blocking out the light

i know its unusual to pray on a blog

but hey its 2012

lets share this with everyone

i know you exist because i felt you one time

and had plenty of feelings and dealings before

i could write some good songs on logic with your help

imagine if you will the stuff we could come up with

my paintings would improve

my life would be better

talk about charisma….ah i’m starting to go wrong…

give me a job and see how i go

start me off small …i dont mind…i work for free…

gimme some words i write you a tune

people will love it

it will remind them of you

without even mentioning your names

i bet they will hear your influence

yeah that stuff in the bible n gita

and the pali sutras …you were on fire…!

i guess i should leave it at that

or readdress this prayer to goddess saraswati

since i seem to be asking for supernatural aid for my work

yes well to be honest i am asking for that

help me do something outta the hat…!

wasnt that a dainty dish to set before the king?

deep weariness sets in

sleep insists that i lie down

my heaviness as gravity takes hold

my face against a pillow like a thousand tons

i ache to close down

morning come and gone again

our shop closed down

soft rain begins

hushed breathless in the crook of dawn

the sun to rise out of the sea

i alone in sleep entangled

the waves stop pounding the shore

the bird leaves off his singing

the trees silently singing off their leaves

i am merged in slumber though somehow aware

i wander thru the houses of my lives

in spain in chicago in norway in broome

take away this pain i will follow you anywhere

i was in one of my meaningless songs

i was a verse that didnt rhyme

i was a sour note amongst the orchestral stabs

i was a burnt bridge to an isolated chorus

i was alone alright

everyone had left me

i woke up in a freezing cold room i didnt recognize

i woke up crying and bawling neither in one place or the other

something had changed in the world while i slept

my own mind has whipped up this malevolence against me

trapped in my body my brain subjected me to a constant barrage

i sort through my things

i trudge up the stairs

the hammering clock

the bursting mains

the crackling power

the carpet burns my eye

the mirror hangs like a man

the slow motion frame of its reflection

another sea sparkles in its distances

another sky bluer and truer

i step into the shower of agonizing wetness

the water rips my skin and leaves me just a dream shivering

anyway i got nowhere to go in a dream or a song

no bills to pay nothing to arrange

a car pulls up we drive to a airport

no one says a word i sit in the soft comfort

we whirl through the cities with the stars and the malls

on outskirts of paris lost on a map

the dawn at the window pale and sickly

the dawn at the door eluded by you

the dawn at the station where a few ghosts have gathered

the dawn on a road where emptiness travels

the dawn when youre out on the street alone

when nobody knows you and nobody feeds you and nobody sees you

when nobody offers you  land or a throne

the dawn struggles at first taking tiny rosy steps

no i must wake up now

no i must sleep some more

then im on a plane hurtling thru icy clouds

i’m pinned to my chair having a scare

oh jesus save me i whisper

and the sky becomes peaceful

but when we land i never thank him or mention my gratitude

a voice says

the sky would have become calm anyway…

then my bag has gone missing…

sweet buddha dont lemme lose my bag i say

and then suddenly it turns up alright

i forget to thank him

and a voice says

it would have turned up on its own..

a car waits for me

it is the new dawn here

the dawn of all things in this place

i have flown so long chasing this dawn

dawn of seagulls dawn of cool breezes

dawn of pines dawn of sands

dawn of minute bites

car speeds on through dawn

i doze in the back

a female companion holds my hand

no i am still alone

i jerk awake

i am asleep in a hotel foyer

my neck hurts

the elevator wont work

i trudge up the stairs

someone opens a door

someone hands me a key

i yawn again

i awake in the car driving through the dawn

the dawn has grown stronger

the dawn almost now the day

my brain is engulfed in nausea

my stomach is numb and empty

the boat is leaving with sleep up on it

i long for bed for warm anonymity

i long for oblivion the end of all troubles

i long for some softest angel to anoint me with love

i long for the formulae to untangle myselves

the truth is fragile

the truth is evolving

the truth is a car crash from ten different angles

the truth is a memory you never had

the truth is

i’m tired

normally mad

as 2012 nears its end

things get madder and madder

madder sea madder field madder lake

its insanity out there

people arguing people cursing people lying

conditions seem to align for dissent

no one can trust anyone with anything

yeah faking it or just scraping by

so much stuff to sort through

no source is accepted as indisputable

it seems you must question everything

nothing is a given

conspiracies abound round paranoia

join the queues who accuse

i dont trust myself anymore

i mean who do you believe….?

halfway thru the movie

the good guys are turning out to be villains in spades

everytime the villain shows his face

some of us kids scream out ..oh no there he is..!

the villain looks at us and says shhhh!

hes angry with us now…!

the rest of the kids in the audience turn round frowning

and so it is the villain appearing …us screaming….

why cant the others see him there threatening the heroes and heroines?

ha ha in the sauna theyre arguing over the amount of steam

in the pool some stupid swimming club has monopolised 4 of the lanes

the rest of us swim up n down bumping into each other

people i dont even know say hello to me

hey sk …!

a guy calls out

see you at the ent cent with simple minds…!

ok i say

you will!

i thought i was alone in this crowd…..

persecution causes deception

causing more persecution n need for more deception…

i lie under torture to make it stop

i rat out everybody even myself

i deny christ before that cock crows thrice

yeah you know the nazarene …says someone

nah…not me…i never seen ‘im ..i hear myself croak

in chambers of my heart jesus and my father and my heavenly father

they watch on

sad at my wrong decisions yet mostly understanding

abide with us…they say ….

meanwhile in the turmoil of the real life

the hurly fucking burly baby

dog eat dog eat dog eat dog

cat fuck screaming cat

pig snort lion roar

eagle soar

skyscraper carnivore ….

cue short interlude piece

i am the time being

stuck in time like a fly in glue

here i am with this one weird life

i saw my daughters play last night in sydney

it was in a smallish noisy club and my ears were killing me

behind the ear plugs i’d stuck in

the sound ricochets in my head

these 2 girls come on and sing some songs

i cant believe these 2 are my daughters

its like science fiction to me

i dont believe any of this sometimes either

identical twin singers one dark one blonde

who is writing this stuff…?

sometimes people say tell me about your memories

i remember going to a gig once

and took one twin with me

it was a week in ibiza in 98

the weather was hot the water was so warm

a lovely couple gave us their flat

we ate dinner every night at 11 pm

we went to beaches and we swam

and my daughter had a little blow up  boat

and we would play with that

me coming up from under

and capsizing her and things like that

and we walked through the tourists and cafes

we went up to the look outs and looked out

on the flight back to sweden people were smoking on the plane

that was the last time i ever saw that

tho many musicians etc i knew used to smoke hash tobacco joints

on the way to london n back

its incredible to think of now…so much has changed..

my daughters singing in a club

the sculptures by the sea

the tempestuous weather

as the noose draws a bit tighter

ask not for whom the bell tolls

it tolls for thee

a whirlpool of events is unleashed

the most unlikely thing true

the truest thing unlikely

i guess my daughters arent bad at all

not that i can hear that much under these conditions

they move about and seem confident

but i find it hard to get distance from them

i cant really tell whats happening

i have my own thing

i understand that

they have their own thing

they have utilised their predispositions

to create some lovely stuff

what they do will make people happy

it comes from a good and kind place

i do very much like what they do

but obviously i would say that …wouldnt i?

all my daughters bring me great joy

i cherish the thought they can

with their diverse gifts

make some people happy in this world

because we can always use a bit more of that

meanwhile im working on a new album

its just coming out so im just going with it

just some new songs and all that

hoping to get it out by dec

will keep ya posted

sk

uncondition apply

on the day school ended mesmer was in his room

with his skeleton voices and his spirit key

with his muslin control dart with his familiar charge

with his blast of iodine wine see weed full of soul

mesmer mesmer mesmer…!

call the mes-mermaids

in his room in the hotel by the sea

where palm trees crackle neon armour garden

drinks smokes girls coloured lights

warm stormy weather make mesmer wander

i say  :

mesmer leave your room with its gadgets and mini bar

so mesmer wanders through the tree lined aves

so mesmer approaches the sea in his white linnet suit

in his statement of intents he pulls on a clause

he dressed in flowery words from another old time

he dons musk limit oil saturated thread bear strong

in whirlpool of white star in vortex of matter

mesmer in his costume oh such a sight to see

all the lovely ladies ….

LOOK AT ME……!

mesmer by the rockpools with his crab and mussel

mesmer with the tourist inside of hustle bristle

now he jumps into the greenish waves

that roll out to the shore like little moving aqualine hills

like opaline dream all green and hush….the screen…..

we see mesmer appear down here where the shadows sound sincere

little bleaters lotus eaters from st peters own town st paul

i cracked every nut i peeled back the shell and there was nothing there

on the shore of my nescience i’m shorted out in my under-whirled where

mesmer is such a fine sight to see

in his lobster house hymn dimly aware of the stars

he conks out on his plonk when he awake the ache break out

mesmer wake with stranger on his sea

she drowning under surfers turbulent murmurs

in fact she prefer this

on new years eve steve and mesmer hit tequila round the dealers

the esplanade is gone somehow now

and all those girls we kissed up and down loves lane

they have faded into an old pain

We are proud to introduce these special guest artists joining us for the upcoming art rock’n’roll shows in Melbourne and Sydney

In Melbourne – RAIN PARTY and THE MODERNS
In Sydney – REGULAR JOHN

On a journey driven by a desire to make music, sisters Neige and O Koppes left Sydney and travelled to New York, London and Los Angeles before finally landing back in Melbourne’s deep and thriving music scene in late 2010. It was here in the laneway capital that they met guitarist Aaron Ronaldson and RAIN PARTY was formed.

Fronted by the sweet-and-demonised vocals of Neige Koppes, the three blossomed quickly through jams, dragging all manner of sounds from their shared love of sparkling psychedelia and forbidden deeds. The intertwined measure of warbling notes and driving lead guitars from O and Aaron were quickly blended by Neige’s warm bass lines, casting a fresh new swaggering mould. Eventually the talented trio stumbled upon Andrew Congues, giving new life to RAIN PARTY from behind the kit. With his water tight rhythms and crashes, an added menacing hook grew out of their trademark sound; which rings in somewhere close to the glorious mess of bands such as The Kills and the Brian Jonestown Massacre.. and even the wails of PJ Harvey.

Following the recent release of RAIN PARTY’s debut EP (self-titled) and music video ‘Caught In A Daze’, the band are pleased to announce the release of their Double A-side single “Watch Me Run/Trouble” produced by Tim O’Halloran and David Williamson and mastered by William Bowden, due out early November.

Watch the new official video ‘Caught In A Daze’ here, officially released to television this week.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhkHPOzLwnM

Psychedelic New = Psychedelic Old —————–?

Samuel Rees and Andre’ and Levi Franco are THE MODERNS bringing original rock and roll music from the heart to the world….straight from the Gold Coast Australia.

Sons of Preacher men with fire in their bellies, the three boys predominantly draw on influences from the sixties and seventies and pull it together and make it their own…
Drawing on a time when music was brilliant, – Influences abound with everything from Yes and Bob Dylan to Chuck Berry, Velvet Underground and Jeff Beck Group can be found in the boy’s unique rock psychedelic sound.

The Moderns live to write and play music – live the boys have shared the stage with Philadelphia Grand Jury, Last Dinosaurs, Tame Impala, I Heart Hiroshima, Van She and The Galvatrons.

The boys have played Big Day Out, toured a couple of laps of Australia and released their first full album DESCARTES last year to critical acclaim .
Now straight from the studio the boys will be pumping their new tunes live in preparation for the release of their new single “(slowly) Breakin My Heart” in early November through MGM and iTunes.

REGULAR JOHN’s debut The Peaceful Atom is a Bomb landed them a triple j feature album, Big Day Out appearances, ARIA nominations and the declaration of Best Rock Act at the 2009 Rolling Stone awards. Oblivious to what that all meant, they disappeared for three years. On a journey, you might say. Strange Flowers is the reason.

Ten tracks, one album, Strange Flowers is the fruit of a decision by REGULAR JOHN to make a record that one could play start to finish and feel as if they had taken a journey. Multiple listens will reveal many secrets but where you go is up to you.

Choosing to record again with long time collaborator Tim Powles (the church), Strange Flowers stretches sonically and emotionally into dimensions only hinted on their debut, with Powles production bringing layered headphone bliss while retaining the power of the band’s live sound.

First single Slume is an open heartbreak bandaged in fuzz, Syd Barrett slides and Zepped out time signature changes and has already been added to Triple J’s playlist.
The album takes you through epic multi movements like ‘Sky Burial‘ and the Philip K Dick inspired ‘Time Machine‘ to the fragile and melodic reverberations of ‘San Isidore’ and ‘Devil’s Face‘.
Thick with a guitar sound not heard since the walls of Siamese Dream, the doom pop of ‘Crystal Ball‘ and the deceptively joyous pummel of ‘Strange Flower’ will have you humming their melodies for days.
With Strange Flowers the band has clearly moved away from their humble stoner and garage punk origins and have stepped up to fill the vacant spaces in Australian music.

A natural evolution, brought on by seemingly harsh circumstances, singer guitarist Ryan Adamson mastered the subtleties of analogue synthesizers and obscure electronics while awaiting surgery for a spinal condition that left him medicated and unable to pick up a guitar for several months.
Original guitarist Brock Tengstrom departed in 2010 but rather than setting the band back, it allowed room to breathe, experiment and expand with the welcome addition of guitarist Miles Devine to the fold.

If you are tired of dinosaurs of rock still ruling the local landscape, REGULAR JOHN have the answer. Strange Flowers has a heaviness, intensity and attention to detail that has been missing from Australian music for a long time. Bold and unafraid, they tap elements of 90s shoegaze, 80s post punk and 70s prog rock while keeping their feet firmly planted in the now. Strange Flowers defies genre and era. It is psychedelic. But it’s not retro. It’s ambitious but it’s not prog. It is dark and heavy but it’s not metal. It swings to all sides of emotional and sonic spectrums, giving nods and winks to those that appreciate music in it’s many forms and manifestations.

Listen to Slume http://soundcloud.com/reckoningentertainment/03-slume and get the free download
Watch it on YouTube http://soundcloud.com/reckoningentertainment/03-slume

hemming away at sea

how i long for my indian garden

i live within the temple

i come out at dusk as it begins to grow cooler

i come out at dusk

i hear the birds and the lowing of the cattle

a flute and tamboura

i roll out my mat and stretch out downwards

my feet grip this earth

my hands reach out ahead

my head hangs between my shoulders

and i stretch against myself

the way a dog or cat stretches

in my indian garden there is a light warm rain

i smell sandalwood incense

i turn my attention towards god

but my mind races and races

no quieten down !…. i say

but my mind is hither is thither restless and stubborn

i perceive a conflict between my heart and my mind

my heart asks me

is not a chance meeting with god not enough for mind to still itself ?

and then mind says

if god will appear….. then i will become quiet…..

nevertheless i continue with my yoga

i wonder who i is who is continuing

a voice says

that is your eternal soul 

i stand up and look out

the jungle all around

i am a wandering monk, i am an itinerant madman

but i live here now in this temple to some ancient shiva

and my indian garden full of statues

every god blows my mind and heart

vishnu the gorgeous one the preserver

ganesha the kindest merriest god

jesus the man of sorrows and the son of man

krsna god of love and beauty

radha his consort radiant and serene

buddha avatar of vishnu, the blessed one

odin the allfather who gave his eye for knowledge

ishtar fertlility goddess and mistress of stars

known as isis easter she comes as dream

loki king of tricks father of monsters

jove jehovah masculine and huge, a jealous flame

his will be done

brahma who looks past present future

poseidon from the waves frowning and angry

i kneel to every god i kneel to one

i kneel with my face against my mat and i breathe

when i stand up the loveliness of it all strikes me

gratitude for all this

for it did not have to be so

i dont know

i feel god in and around me

then suddenly gone

when i least expect it i am talking to myself

my indian garden throbs with vegetal life

i see god in every little weed and plant

in the stones and dust in the atoms and emptiness

god is there immanent

i focus

he is gone

i am elated i am crushed

i stand in garudasana

my single foot on the ground finds balance

i sway and i move

i concentrate on my body in its posture

i will yoke my self to whatevers out there

the universe or god or both or some other force

god approaching is a warm feeling

warmer than the warmest most delicious day in the sun

when you were a child you felt warm and safe

my indian garden holds me in that way

my temple room is cool and simple

i live in the cell of an ascetic

still the mind races and races

still the heart yearns for women or chocolate or power or something

god is reluctant

his visits are fleeting

oh krsna my dearest friend oh come to me now

oh krsna i call your name in the emptiness of jungle

down by black lakes where white egret soars

oh jesus come to me at midnight

oh jesus i am sitting on my mat in lotus

i strive towards you too hard and then you cannot come

other voices in my head drowning out my prayers

oh mother kali then take me in your arms

the end of a world is coming

and the beginning of all others

oh god the hint of you is more dreamy than a gallon of opium

in my indian garden the weeds flower

the night daze amaze me

you drain devotion

i spend lives chasing you

tell me why do you have to be so elusive?

i rebuke you all for leaving me dangling

feeding me tiny morsels you keep my hopes alive

oh god if i ever catch up with you

if i ever get my hands around your cross

if i ever walk with you again by those glorious pools

i always forget my questions when i do see you

whichever shape you appear in

oh i never approach the real big you

but you come in one of your forms

they all are good for me

i know who it is behind all of this

sometimes my private prayers are answered

god oh you have been so good to me

you are that mysterious event that no one can name

you put it in motion you maintain it in motion

oh such poetry oh such geometry oh such continuity

oh god how you combine the obvious with the mysterious

every move you make

your tiniest leaf

well i sit in my indian garden looking at your tiniest leaf

the symmetry of its veins the graduating colours

if this were indeed your only work

why i could stare at it forever

today i saw a far-off whale

its huge white plume erupting from a churning ocean

of course i thought of jonah

i chase you

he ran from you

no one can find you if you dont want to be found

none may hide from you if you beckon to them somehow

in my indian garden i repeat my mantra

my mantra concerns five rings of existence

the fifth part of the mantra is gods name

slowly my heart steadies and quietens

surely my mind settles down eventually

i sit there in my indian garden

jungle city garden ocean

ive had everything

ive lost everything

now there is only god

villages lakes rivers hills

birds children pilgrims kings

priests singers soldiers doctors

wives daughters sisters girls

in my indian garden i sit and wait

and my impatience seems to wane

even tho the waiting never ends

the anticipation of gods arrival is nevertheless delectable

carving up the known world like the duke of york and napoleon

the story thus far:

upon my return to australia in 2002

my brother john played me a band called all india radio

it was instrumental music

and i absolutely loved it

i could detect something vaguely connected with me

i could also detect brian eno

well it turned out martin kennedy did like what i do after all

because he sends john a track and we do the “your songs in the mail” routine

our first album was called

steve kilbey and martin kennedy present :

unseen music unheard words

martin kennedys music is simple music poignant music subtle music

ambient sometimes

our first album contains some real breakthroughs for me

his music forces to me to respond to it thus

his music is the prime mover in this relationship

there could be no collaboration without martins music

if you like smooth subtle spiritual simple songs

but songs laden with tiny implications

that will keep you busy forever

then this album will delight you

its late night music

its sexy music

its music for people who want more from their songs than just blah!

its music made with love for people who love music

you can hear johns excellent backing vocals all over this record

you can hear minna singing on the lovely song maybe soon

i’m listening to it right now

these songs are so gentle so full of tranquility

nothing is harsh

nothing is in your face

i seem to effortlessly come up with my semi spiritual lyrics

thats how martins music affects me

there is a bit of my old cynical negativity

but i know you all like that sometimes

and i like it too

but i like it when i hit the pure uncynical spiritual stuff

i dont always know it my self

i dont realise what i have just sung

it comes from somewhere i just write it down

listening to it today

there is some lovely words here

surely given to rough old me by the muses themselves

sad and happy reaffirmations of spirit

in all is one

i rope christ n buddha in together

in my song i cast them as the same guy

the message is

duality does not exist

strangely enough martin and i have returned to this idea

our new album  is to be called

you are everything

it is worth considering all the implications of this statement

as i believe martin is shortly about to announce details of some crowd funding

he has assessed that he needs about x $ to get this album finished

in the style that it deserves

anyway thats his trip not mine

he is the prime mover in this duo

im just the voice and lyrics

but i tell you if you all want to help as you all said

(which made me very grateful to read i can tell you!)

then this will be your chance….

knowing that martin k will use the money wisely

of that i have no doubt

he is above all suspicion so by financing this project

you will be directly helping me so i urge you to get involved

hes got lots of little deals worked out to for different levels too

different rewards for the more generous subscriber…i like it…!

anyway martin n i did 3 songs at my gig in melbourne

my gig talking about myths n gods n stuff

we did

all is one +broken sea +transformation

the latter being a song our own davey percevale commished

and yes davey i sang your slight changes and i thought of you

you would have approved

the people there lapped up the mk songs

and we filmed our rehearsal for possible bonus bits

our second album was called  white magic

the songs were a little darker

there was more twangy guitar lines

the lyrics were reflecting the troubled times on my horizon

listen and you may understand

there is a lot weirdness brewing

there are some really good melodies too

the ambience and optimism has receded a little though

and a menace prowls behind almost all these songs

save for mountain 

which is more like the first record

the second album is a worthy follow up to the first

it is excellently executed

although martin n i would both concede it gained no new ground on the first one

i think we got away with that though

because number one had much area left to explore

and because  most of these songs have an intrinsic excellence

lots of word-play

lots of nice little musical touches

lots of lovely wide open spaces too like in most of martins stuff

in music as in painting there are wild intuitive people n careful thinking people

martin has carefully

using his thinking

figured out a way to knock out these little universes of music

that seem deceptively simple

but try n do one yourself!

our third album however is a different thing

something has changed

these new songs are suddenly so different to all that has gone before

i am baffled to explain this

everything i have heard so far is just amazing

we have made a quantum leap out into unexpected territory

its not ambient pop anymore although still containing bits of that

a new urgency a new honesty

the bright bits are brighter

the dark bits are darker

there is lots of elation

i dont know

he needs the dough to get it mixed mastered n stuff

meanwhile i have here

a very ltd amount of first n second kil/ken cds

i will do you  both of em for thirty bucks n throw in an original postcard size painting

both signed by me n him

or buy em separately for 20 bucks each unsigned

either way i really recommend em

if you dont already have em…theyre good! ( in spades!)

sk

15th Oct 2012 – http://eepurl.com/qBCVT  with the latest merchandise news. The Untitled #23 red vinyl TShirt is now on sale until the end of November. Other stock now back in – Marty’s albums “Hanging Out In Heaven” and “Live from the Other Side” and information  on the Steve Kilbey art exhibition in Sydney.

19th Oct 2012 – http://us2.campaign-archive2.com/?u=22dc050b415f7b7ab31543d28&id=ce703effc4 – Guest announcements for the art rock’n’ roll shows

SIMPLE MINDS/DEVO/THE CHURCH (w/THE MODELS AT ADOTG SHOWS)

Frid Nov 30 MELBOURNE Palais Theatre
Sat Dec 1 a day on the green – Rochford Wines, Yarra Valley VIC
Sun Dec 2 ADELAIDE Entertainment Centre
Tues Dec 4 PERTH Kings Park & Botanic Garden
Frid Dec 7 SYDNEY Entertainment Centre
Sat Dec 8 a day on the green – Bimbadgen Winery, Hunter Valley NSW
Sun Dec 9 a day on the green – Sirromet Wines, Mt Cotton QLD
Wed Dec 12 WOLLONGONG WIN Entertainment Centre
Sat Dec 15 a day on the green – Villa Maria Estate, Auckland NZ

the church @ the Factory Theatre, Marrickville

the church – ART ROCK’N’ROLL SHOWS (supports to be announced)

MELBOURNE  – The Corner Hotel, Richmond – Wednesday 28th November
SYDNEY  – The Factory Theatre, Marrickville – Thursday 6th December

Full tour and ticket information here on our Calendar