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Have you noticed that Women are taking over? I for one welcome our new overlords.

I mean, even Mad Max played Second Apocalyptic Banana. It's a new age fella's, get with the program :-)

This Saturday night we're joined by two awesome singers who just happen to also be Women! 

Ms Jo, you know. well you ought to. If you don't go listen to Push Me Away.

Jo's been away doing Secret Mothering Business and now she's back to visit with us for a show. Yay.

To add to the awesomeness, Ms Bec Henry is going to open the show with original songs. Yep that 's right. We like original acts for (reasons we should not have to explain here on our own blog).

This is good stuff. We are having all the fun.

Two shows this week, and in quite remarkable way proving how Transgenre we are. Yep thats it, you heard it here first.

How can one band play a Blues Show and a 'Country' ish show?

Because we bloody well can.

Got a problem with that mate? Take it up with Roger the Transgenre Kangaroo. 

Sometimes he's a marsupial, sometimes he's a Trucker from Dubbo named Phil.

I'm glad we had this talk.

We're playing a set with our old mates from Los Skeletone and our new mates from The Hollerin Sluggers on Friday, at The Record Crate in Glebe. Yeah a gig in a record store with three bands. 

And...MISS JO's driving up/in/from Cumnock to come sing with us on Saturday night! Yay!! That means we'll get to do that Duet from CSN and she can sing her bloody song because the boys have been making me sing 'Push Me Away' in her Key. 

Wow I'm feisty today eh? :-)

We've missed her so much and we're glad to have her join us for the night.

Mr Wizard said it yesterday. The stormcellar is a refuge for all. When your spirits are in need of a lift, come out with your friends in the stormcellar. It's weird in here, but it's friendly.

Back in the day, back at a time, this was a song taught to me by the older boys at school.

We sang it when we rocked the bus back and forth on school trips, scaring the driver into pulling over.

We sang it when we snatched items from the newsagent at the bottom of the hill and got banned from the milk bar for rapscallion behaviour.

We sang it when we dodged pursuit in the back alleys of The Rocks for throwing bungers at the horse police.

We sang it and we meant it when we formed an almost perfect unique solidarity against authorities. Oh how naughty.

We were us, they were them.

Somehow, the edge of an ancient razor gang, the wharf kids and dockies, dickensian thieves and labour factionalists still existed and I spent a few fortunate years in that strange twilight bubble.

Folk songs are an insight into our nature. There's a quintessential attitude in my beloved city that makes us highly irritating to other Australians. A sense of entitlement. New South Wales. The Premier State. That great wheezing corrupt old bawd of a city. Gosh we we luvs ya.

I shared this back in the day. Pete's been a 'cellar dweller for a long while and i freaking love this clip.

Yes its corny, yes its funky but its heartfelt and riotously (if innocently) funny.

and it just keeeeps goingggggg

EXSQUEEZAT!!

I've always wanted one of our clips to go viral but this one of Petes is way more deserving on a level I can only aspire to. Bravo gentlemen.

Catho's a good vibe. Come down if you feel like it.