reids

From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft. 

After their former critically acclaimed, award losing group @peace imploded upon itself due to a collective mental break down caused by a lack of government funding in the psychiatric sector, leading to a series of severe psychotic episodes, Lui and Tom were left alone with nothing but a dream and $12.70 in their paypayl account. 

In a feeble attempt to regain their sanity they created The Average Rap Band. With utter naivety and a total lack of understanding of the current popular musical climate they decided the main focus of the group would be the lyrics. An obsolete medium that was made redundant in the late 1990s. 

Working with bearded enigma Dandruff Dicky and poltergeist expert Hone St John they created a 6 track EP entitled 'Stream Of Nonsenseness'. The EP was the first of it’s kind, not including the one Beyonce did and all the other people that have done it already. The EP was made with a $42 budget and shot entirely on a Nokia 3210. 

Stream of Nonsenseness

Work

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bikini bottom thugs

Left over track from the first official @ PEACE album. Out March 2014.

@Peace - Solo (demo)

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deep.waters

But hey, who doesn't. Produced by Crime Heat Beats.
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Mixed and mastered by Zaidoon Nasir.

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Raiza Biza - Stay Down (I Love Jhene Aiko)

First single from the debut album '@Peace And The Plutonian Noise Symphony' 
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@Peace - Gravity

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Recognize (feat. Drake)

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Credit
Lyrics by Keith Ape, JayAllday, Loota, Okasian, Kohh
Prod by keith Ape, 
(co.prod by SNAKEchef)
Artwork by Oscar

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Keith Ape - 잊지마 (It G Ma) (feat. JayAllDay, Loota, Okasian & Kohh) (VISUAL LINK IN DESCRIPTION)

blissful breeze

the first single taken from Sticky Fingers second EP - also called Happy Endings - this acoustic material comes about after the band did a national tour in March 2011. 


Happy Endings

VERSE ONE
just another twenty four sitting on a spinning ball
somewhere in infinity until i hit a wall. ow
way too many thoughts, what i got the henny for. 
really don't drink much anymore but i'm when i'm bored

or insecure i’m headed for the liquor store to get a cure
let it pour, get a 40 and forget it all
every thought, Rick and Morty forever more. 
never fall off, never lose, never check the score

clever dork, should've got a medal for the metaphor 
the best you never saw in any record store
they'll probably find me when i'm dead like the stegosaurus 
but I been dead before i was ever born. so

what's the point of it all, if there was even one
i really don't believe in none of that ‘one day we become 
the stars’ kinda shit. man i been too busy being young.
i been a cunt all of my life i never claimed to be a nun. 

i got no time to the bumb, when i’m done i bet i come 
back as one. and i bet. nobody will leave me one 
crumb in the next life. trynna get my head right
before i turn a fiancé into an x-wife. 

gotta squeeze her cheeks when she’s reaching for the bed light. 
a little bit of head before i rest my head, nice.
that’s what i like, why i gotta lie? what am i
but another guy, i ain’t gotta try philosophise shit.

i just wanna write, i don’t wanna fight about what is right. 
i ain’t got all night. gotta flight in the morn. 
i’m bored. yaaawn. anybody got a light?
everybody got a right to say what they like, i know 

so i’d like to say ‘i hope that you drop and die’
maybe then you’ll be happy that you got a life. 
give a FOCk if you gotta lotta likes. what is life 
when you’re not alive. why does every line gotta rhyme?

fuck this. how many drunk trust fund kids
does that it take before mature discussions
become some ruckus with mumbling fuckwits. 
can we all just agree to disagree it just is what it is 

VERSE TWO
Just another day as they say same state of mind 
if I'm scraping by or getting paid 
ain't chasing my dreams no more, just letting fate do his work 
cause fuck all ever happens for the few who deserve to be heard 

still the world turns fuck the early bird and his worm
hope the seas eat the earth and first world 
drowns in the money never shared case they never cared 
cleared from the land that was never theirs

better get prepared or your death better yet better get a beer
chill why you thinking bout that shit I thought you never scared 
well I was lying can't deny the fear inside of me
driving me so I don't have to think about what might of been

I might as well find a pen and write again 
but why is the horizon always moving no matter how hard I try and get a little closer
Just another thing I'll never know 
until I make there or I'm comatose overdosed 

but who really cares sit at home blowing Os in the air 
watch them disappear guess that's how it goes 
no ones there in the end don't pretend that you didn't know 
focus on the present it's the one think that will never go

Henn & coke when I'm low I don't like to sip it straight 
till I'm typsy then I'm sniffing blow off of dinner plates
used to only think bout getting laid when it's getting late
now getting straight haven't slept in seven days

okay that's exaggerated but you get what I'm saying
trying to get my head on straight and pen upon the page 
before I loose em both to the black hole that is calling me
over being broke man I can't even afford to feed a beggar

but its whatever don't really give a shit
I don't know why I'm here man I don't why I exist
and I don't know why i thought about it since I was a kid
but I don't want to analyse no more it just is what is what is


What It Is

From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft. 

After their former critically acclaimed, award losing group @peace imploded upon itself due to a collective mental break down caused by a lack of government funding in the psychiatric sector, leading to a series of severe psychotic episodes, Lui and Tom were left alone with nothing but a dream and $12.70 in their paypayl account. 

In a feeble attempt to regain their sanity they created The Average Rap Band. With utter naivety and a total lack of understanding of the current popular musical climate they decided the main focus of the group would be the lyrics. An obsolete medium that was made redundant in the late 1990s. 

Working with bearded enigma Dandruff Dicky and poltergeist expert Hone St John they created a 6 track Video EP entitled 'Stream Of Nonsenseness'. The EP was the first of it’s kind, not including the one Beyonce did and all the other people that have done it already. The EP was made with a $42 budget and shot entirely on a Nokia 3210. 

Interlude

VERSE ONE
sitting on the tram dirt broke like a motherfucker
paranoid that the lady next to me's undercover 
done a runner just the other week from the tram cops.  
i ain’t running anymore more bruv i got knees like my grand pops 

back in the day i had a little hops
then i got old and my shot got cold when that whiskey got 
cool, that was round the time i cooled off too
i went from ‘you know who’ into a ‘who are you?’

well i’m a lazy ass / motivated as fuck 
creative, that couldn’t give a nut what he’s labelled as
take me as just a disobedient maniac
the media paint me as on TV to make the adds 

sell if you like or you could take a tab
and then realise you’re just a naked animal 
like i am too just another ape in drag
80s smack baby that crazy cat lady had. 

homosapien. that lady that 
made ‘Bag Lady’ fan. playing gap band 
loud like you play The Clash, till i make the neighbours mad
making  tracks till the day I lay in ash. save all that

making wack shit for Baby Bash. 
i don’t need to chase the cash in no rat race. fuck the latest fad
don’t rock roshes, never rated breaking bad
i just want a good paper back when i take a crap. 

i’m okay with that. shux. i get paid to rap
and i never made it but at least i'm not making adds
so i ride that damn tram like a trans am 
feeling like a billionaire on band camp. bam bam 

bigelow. i spit that goku shit. their piccolo. 
pick a flow to kick and go with it with no video.  
and if it don't do it for you i give a fuck this isn't no 
audition so if you don't wanna listen then don't listen bro. 

but any whoooo… twenty two brews down
and now i'm ready to get into a new style 
i'm in a henny mood but remmy's cool, whatever dude
get me any booze. anybody got any loot? 10 to 2.

Is it ever too late to get a new attitude on life? 
or am i already screwed?
spent a few too many afternoons in my room 
stressing bout impending doom bending spoons

time to end the bull and do something commendable 
spent too much time pretending to, John Lennon knew
i'm going to bed, wake me up when the rent is due 
matter fact, wake me up at the end of june. then i’ll do 

the dishes. bitches.  
taking pictures of themselves blowing kisses. fuck is this?

VERSE TWO
when I got nowhere to go I just pick a flow and roll with it 
stoned and just got off the boat and I'm stoked with it 
spending time penning rhymes getting by only cause 
I don't give fuck bout being broke it makes no difference  

to me what so ever if I'm hungry then I'll go get it
steal a couple loafs still I'm happy when there's no dinner 
got a couple things going on so the dope dealings
left up to the bros selling blow case the hoes sniff it

no critics saying shit I don't already no 
bitter old bitches open your mouth and put my whole dick in
no gimmicks only case I ain't bout the hoe shit and
even if nobody notice that you don't know shit

I see it cause it's openly obvious you don't really know how to make a..
nah got no time to focus on dumb shit 
cause I'm too busy working on my own shit
my old shit is old better get somewhere to go quick 

cause only prolific make it to the podium
and I'm trying to get to where the bro is and
no distance is enough to make a difference
when i get to going this is just another moment to hold better roll with it.


Bending Spoons

VERSE ONE
sunny day and it ain’t even summer hey
i guess i really can’t complain, i just get up and start again
and thank the god i don’t believe in  for the vegetables i’m stealing 
from the supermarket what a bargain i can’t fight the feeling

wanna WOO like i’m rick flair sit here and sip beer
even though I’ve had a shit year i’m yelling shit yeaaah
I’m happy to be depressed go ahead of repossess 
everything i have cause i’ve had even less. and we the best

losers that you never seen i fail like like a champion. 
the king of being broke. fuck your jays. man i’m happy in my 
tracks with the slippers. i don’t want no six figures
i just want to split slithers. and die like Sid Vicious

maybe this is just a game. and if it is i’m gonna play 
don’t want the fame. don’t want no money i’m like shit i’m on a plane
i’m going somewhere. even if it ain’t no where. 
even tho i got no hair. i know there’s no need for no tear

i don’t care about your lo gear. don’t care about your old pair. 
don’t care if your homo. queer. or bi. cause i got no fear. we’re both weird. 
and oh yeah. i gotta send a shout out to the homies
that’s lucky lance and tony. michael corleone, joely. 

hold me down when i’m down hold me up when i’m on uppers
at the ruggas making ruckus. when i call you fuckers bruv it’s cause 
i mean it. don’t wanna be no rat up in a race
proud to be that YGB like it was tatted on my face. say what? 

VERSE TWO
It's a sunny day indeed blaze the weed play a beat 
super stoney-oney so I don't care what you saying to me
haters Down we don't play around 
if you claim to be the baddest then someone will come and lay you down 

don't know how to manage being manic let me loose don't panic
how bad could it get I got a bag full of shit
I shouldn't have none of this but guess I'm at it again
about to brown bag some Bombay and bang RES until I’m on one

paranoid and so I had my phone cut
only fuck with the bolsis who know me the rest I don't trust
trying to get where I'm going my homies just told me don't rush
low even when I'm high case I got no more serotonin 

floating around my brain rain pouring hard as ever
even if it could be great i wouldn't change it what so ever
I'm mean what would that say c'mon keep it togeather
better be happy to be here lot of people gone forever

better get up while you can Pab said don't be a bitch
that's my mans got you back if you sober or you twisted
and that goes for everybody who down with the click
YGBOPMGHD them bad kids

playing up again, up against the wall untill it's over 
got no love for any of you overrated stoners
should roll up on your CD and then use it as a coster
and leg drop the table off the ropes like Hulk hogan

in 87 holla at the homies for a lazy session
hit the tepid baths for spa then go make a record
just another day in hell I ain't gonna play it down
you know what it is YGB don't play around say what

Good Dudes

VERSE ONE
hash tag / haz eats / track pants / crap sneaks 
rap geek / tag team / from that band at peace
bag of bad afghan and black hashish 
banging fat back band and gap band 3

fuck a plan put it up on band camp free
don’t spam no man my fans are the family
give a damn how nice you are if it’s a wack beat
these dudes softer than their grand dad’s ass cheeks

peace to my brother harry, lucky lance, chucky berry
compared to us they just hilarious they nothing near me
you can’t be fucking serious. i mean, you buzzing, really?
come on, give it up already for the love of mother mary

jesus enough with that hippie act
you ain’t living that life. give the bindi back
your shit is wack like a sticker on a fitted cap 
sounding something like nickleback. if they rapped

your shit is wack. and that’s cold, but it’s a fact
fuck it who gives a crap. your chick is fat
kiss her kitty cat matter of fact lick her crack
stick a finger in her stinky gap. your shit is that. puss.

you the fuck’s still listening to trap?
you still got that little titititi shitty hat?
you couldn’t tickle my sack with those drums
personally i like it better when they don’t thump

peace to our young, gifted and broke bums
raised by our drunk dads and our stoned mums
used to roll the spots up on the stove once
and i still do, unless we got enough to roll blunts

and i’m still brew even though it’s been a whole month
since i had a bump i’m still down, i’m no monk
it’s just, i don’t wanna be the only old drunk cunt
sitting at the bar alone with no no one

nah, that’s no fun, i’m bout to have a son
raise him up in avondale where i got the flow from
that’s a home run, even if the doe don’t come
i sold the show out and i never sold my soul once

VERSE TWO
so what you trying to do man that shit ain't nothing new 
sick of all of you hipster dudes spitting and your shitty crews
shit is pitiful made me have to pack my shit and move
playing bitches brew on the plane while they listen to the new

who ever the fuck and now you're making that shit
bruv you made an EP and claimed it to be classic
but that shit was average and its just the facts
you should be happy not to have had your head smashed in

or your bags grabbed when you flashing your re-up
you need to ease up that arrogance will get you beat up
surprised it hasn't happened but stranger thing have and
I know what goes around comes around like the planets

so Im not worried let the universe do it's work
I’m just here to do mine and then return to the dirt
the nothingness that I was born of before long
I'll be reunited with then all this is all gone

and good riddance I need distance as it is
give a shit if you listen still be spitting sipping gin
still persistent with the pen indifferent to what is said
by some critics who never did shit but sit up at the desk 

with a shoebox full of broken dreams in the bottom draw
dudes who never did jack but now they want to talk 
But I ain't mad just let entropy run it's course 
but don’t get it twisted fuck em all.

Mother Mary

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Almost

Israel (Sparring) - Chance The Rapper & Noname Gypsy

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Pet Sounds (feat. Sean Price)

The new material features the band not only doing what they do best  - singing songs about feeling low and getting high - it sees Sticky tighten their focus, and songwriting, and come up with a bunch of  psychotic surf dub love songs. 
They have turned up a bunch of songs about the bands four members recent break ups (this band breaks up in cycles apparently). Co-incidence? We're not really sure. Shortly after the band started touring each of the members went through a break-up and this bunch of songs tells the story (albeit through glorified glasses). The release continues the development of their charismatic genre mash sound. Psych, surf dub garage: Caress your Soul smashes it all together.
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Caress Your Soul

Louie Knuxx - Don't do me this way ( Minimal Meloncole remix) JuddABarz Demo

This is track 3 off the band's debut album 'Caress Your Soul' due out March 6. 
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AUSTRALIA STREET

It was a real sunny we were chilling in the land
Of the Camperdown park nobody had a frown
Reminiscing on the days when we used to have a blaze
Everybody came around and we laxed out on the laze
And I remember when we'd drink
And we'd smoke and we'd spar and we'd laugh
And the night would just go on and on
For the rest of my life that memory will stay man
Fuck that was a good time

I dont feel afraid from you
Cuz I'm high - chewing on your taste
Forever feels like such a waste
So many places to be, people to meet, in tropical heat

See now this is the time when everything was perfect
We can jump around to the sound of the music
When you feel it the bass jumping through the tremelo
Passages just seem to go real real slow
And this is what I want and this is what you get
Come and share a toast for all these times we recollect
From the start into these bends we unwind our weary heads
Being clever never sweats ya when forever has no end

You can not contemplate on all of what we've mastered
Compelled by different women as a strong current passes
All the little organisms swirling through the white
All my rested hollow bones ready to pick a fight
All my pity gets witty and driven through the sky
All the faces that change the same smile far and wide
I was coming down the other day next thing I was years away
I only wish that we could stay MY BRUDDAZ 


Sticky Fingers - Australia Street

Drake ~ Girls Love Beyonce Feat. James Fauntleroy

The Glorious Dead present "Palm Trees" an advance from BetterOffDEAD. Produced by Erick Arc Elliott.

Flatbush ZOMBiES - Palm Trees

From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft.