Stoner Rocket was once your typical Tauranga musician that also happens to be a rocket. Staid, prosaic, pretentious, clichéd with dual thrusters and the ability to warp speed. By day he played his acoustic guitar on Devenport Road busking for loose change while pumping out the top 40, automatons please reach deep into your dusty pockets, hits. By night he jammed on the Strand with his covers band – playing all the Tiki Tane, Exponents, Dave Dobbyn classics one wouldn’t hope for when drowning their sorrows on a dead Saturday night in a dilapidated  ghost town while lamenting their previous nights lack of penile protection that lead to a severe case of itching, weeping, pus filled venereal disease. Whatever free time he had left was spent sitting around his silo, fedora on, waist coat at the ready, writing sprawling 13 minute songs about girls, rocket girls…girls he liked, girls he loved, girls that didn’t love or like him, girls that liked, loved and licked other girls, all sang over one chord, picked intricately while smoking away on a Marlboro light, sipping a skim milk café latte and nibbling on an organic, home cooked gluten free carob brownie….

One week Stoner Rocket had his good friend and former space traveller Apollo 14 come stay at his launch pad. Apollo was a child of the 70s and therefore quite liberated. Stoner Rocket was a child of Tauranga in the 90s and therefore very conservative. He read the bible, loved his mum and read stories to sick kids at the hospital on Thursday evenings. Stoner rocket was unfamiliar with the ways of the fast living American space explorer. So when he came home from men’s choir practice and saw a fresh batch of cookies, a nicely folded, filter-less fat cigarette and a cup of herbal tea he thought that good old Apollo must be trying to do something nice for his host. So he lit up that cigarette, took a bite, had a sip and then started to swim in a sea of serenity. His world turned upside down and then back around again in a kaleidoscope of colours. His mind morphed and mutated into a monster of mentality. His metal body quivered and shook in a state of ecstasy. Sounds were louder, more resonant, magic prevailed. His hands were suddenly huge. His eyes saw nothing yet everything. His mouth curled and whispered strange non-sequiturs to the wind. He was happy, so happy. He laughed and laughed. He was at peace and one with the world. He had to write a song. And he did.

What came out was not the usual generic, wishy, washy pap expected of a Tauranga musician, it was something so much more. It was the unusual. Something original. Something spooky. Something ethereal. Something majestic. Something beautiful. He was now truly a space cade singing with the stars. He is Stoner Rocket….

Stoner Rockets strung out, deep fried brain, rocket fueled ramblings are available now through Savant Garde Records cause he is all prestigious and shit…


We wish we knew what to put here. But for now, here's something we made with three boxes of Kraft's Mac N' Cheese, a cup of barbecue sauce, two teaspoons of soy milk hold the soy, three microphones, two microphone stands, a large pizza, two Coca-Cola cans, a bottle of VOS hydrogen dioxide, a bass guitar, a box of brownies, the new third issue of DareDevil & The Punisher, a guitar with an excessive amount of pedals, a 2 for 1 coupon for Hometown Buffet, a drum set, and a not-so-very-but-it-is-sketchy basement.  

Hailing from a 9mm weekend at Dad's house in the Kremlin, two boys sought to make a name for themselves as the 12-gauge, heavy-electro supernova of sonic trauma that is Tyrannosaurus Neckbreaker.  John McLay brandishing the beats and Scott Skelton (a.k.a The Pump Action Reload Headbutt Genocide General) wielding the triangle as an unstoppable force of audible decimation coming for your family.  Like a shut-the-fuck-uppercut to the testicles of a rail-gun, this is Tyrannosaurus Neckbreaker and you are not my dad! 

Baseball is awesome. Bat flips, double-plays, home runs? Sure, that's all great. But going to the ballpark and experiencing it all first-hand is even better. Standing Room Only focuses on both sides of the great game of baseball, looking at the action on the field and the party in the stands. Join us at the drink rail as we talk about America's Pastime.

A gun is a normally tubular weapon or other device designed to discharge projectiles or other material.[1] The projectile may be solid, liquid, gas or energy and may be free, as with bullets and artillery shells, or captive as with Taser probes and whaling harpoons. The means of projection varies according to design but is usually effected by the action of gas pressure, either produced through the rapid combustion of a propellant or compressed and stored by mechanical means, operating on the projectile inside an open-ended tube in the fashion of a piston. The confined gas accelerates the movable projectile down the length of the tube imparting sufficient velocity to sustain the projectile's travel once the action of the gas ceases at the end of the tube or muzzle. Alternatively, acceleration via electromagnetic field generation may be employed in which case the tube may be dispensed with and a guide rail substituted.
The first devices identified as guns appeared in China around 1000AD, and by the 12th century the technology was spreading through the rest of Asia, and into Europe by the 13th century.[2]

Sisters Leah and Chloe Smith founded Rising Appalachia on their back porch in Georgia, playing simple fiddle and banjo melodies and leaning into their families rich musical traditions. It has since become a globally recognized Americana and world folk ensemble, celebrating a unique blend of Southern-rooted music, storytelling, and community. The band features David Brown (bass, guitar), Duncan Wickel (fiddle, cello), and Biko Casini (percussion), and infuses music with a unique tapestry of Appalachian, Irish and traditional influence but stays connected to simple songwriting. Rising Appalachia has captivated audiences for nearly 2 decades, from busking in New Orleans to touring Europe, and has been featured at prestigious venues like Red Rocks, Telluride Bluegrass Festival and Woodford Folk Fest. Their performances at NPR's Tiny Desk and Preservation Jazz Hall have solidified their status in the folk music scene. Breaking industry norms, the band's approach to music is as much an artistic statement as it is a movement, culminating in their newest album, 'Folk and Anchor' a carefully curated collection of cover songs. This project includes remakes from Bob Dylan to James Blake, Erykah Badu to Beyonce and showcases their eclectic style, inviting listeners into a rich musical journey.

Yarra Campaign for Action on Transport (YCAT), previously known as Yarra Campaign Against the Tunnel is a community coalition of individuals & local groups who network & share information about the East West Link impacts in Abbotsford, Collingwood, Fitzroy, Carlton, Carlton North and Clifton Hill. Please note: we are not Yarra Council.

YCAT started in 2008 as a community reaction to the East-West Road tunnel proposed in the Eddington Report.

In 2012 the Liberal government put the East West Link back on the agenda. Yes, the government does not have the money for it now, however, that does not stop the decision making process and infrastructure planning. With Private Public Partnerships (PPT) the money will be there in two, five or ten years time. The time to stop the East West Link is now at the planning stage and remember if planning for this toll road goes ahead there will be no Doncaster Rail, Metro Rail or long term improvements to Victorias public transport.

YCAT is a supporting group of Yarra Council's Trains Not Tolls Campaign and is represented by several members on Yarra’s Public Transport Advocacy Campaign Committee.

http://trainsnottollroads.com.au/the-campaign/

Bounteous Sounds Abound! Available for house parties, club nights, shows & exhibitions. When it comes to biscuits, you can't beat a chocolate bourbon, washed down with a cup of earl grey, touch of milk, no sugar. It's not about hobnobs.

Late For Tea Music.
Possibly a Quirky or Deranged side of House Music Project.
LFT is a blend of something different, But a very nice different, let me explain ourselves;
Tea Bag, Milk, Lemon, Two sugars & Two spoons.hmm, Two spoons? Yes Two spoons Thank you.
Now It's time to sit around the table with a cup of tea and some new fresh ideas. Experiment,Adventure,Excitement... let's think outside the box, Or Should I say, "Think Outside The Cup".
Not all is what it seems...Let the fun begin.
You're all late for tea!!!!!!!

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