tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333625182024-03-13T21:16:41.742+11:00Topp Katz RekorddzREWRITING THE HISTORY <br>
OF TOMORROW TODAY <br><br>
Topp Katz takes pride in releasing bands that may<br> not fit into the "normal" "categories" that most "labels" are "looking" for. <br><br>Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-28880087037621049852010-02-28T16:09:00.002+11:002010-02-28T16:10:18.330+11:00Slam Dunk Elefant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/S4n6OKFKkPI/AAAAAAAAABo/CvVYOu9W7Cg/s1600-h/SDE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/S4n6OKFKkPI/AAAAAAAAABo/CvVYOu9W7Cg/s400/SDE.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">No doubt you've already heard their breakthrough party anthem Trunk Funk, but Slam Dunk Elefant are making sure you never forget. <br />
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Tired of the passe visions of Grime and Faux-grime, Slam Dunk Elefant set out to capture the new sound of the London trenches. Crack, street luge, bottled water, and Hello! magazine are all to blame, as Slam Dunk Elefant cut their own path through the wilderness, rejecting the traditions perpetuated by their african and asian cousins. Slam Dunk Elefant are a whole new perception. <br />
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See them under cover of darkness, and I mean darkness. </div>Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-48184859445540039662010-02-28T15:54:00.002+11:002010-02-28T15:58:13.805+11:00HIV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/S4n3iT3hwUI/AAAAAAAAABg/HupAV7F3f80/s1600-h/hiv.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/S4n3iT3hwUI/AAAAAAAAABg/HupAV7F3f80/s400/hiv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443153793474740546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some say <span style="font-style: italic;">Let's B positive </span>is a protest album, others a concept album, but all we can really say is, it is "an album". Let this be the poignant image that springs to mind when "us" remembers 2007. Let's B Positive is the follow up to the bronze selling Full Blown (2004) and HIV have lost none of their intensity. They are still, highly contagious, avoidable in theory, but ultimately the consequence of a flaming libido, a bottle of brandy, and a sweet pair of lips that love to say yes. Animal-like gyrations, delicious weepings of cement-esque abuse, everything you've come to associate with the name HIV. Sacra-Bleu! This is the kind of album that leaves you making regretful promises in even more regrettable short term "relationships".Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-12304170562324672982008-10-17T16:01:00.001+11:002008-10-17T16:04:31.771+11:00MAKE FACE NOT RAW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/SPgcgfmCjAI/AAAAAAAAABI/UvXcBHokgrk/s1600-h/MFNR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/SPgcgfmCjAI/AAAAAAAAABI/UvXcBHokgrk/s400/MFNR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257983909517495298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Making Face are obviously not interested in saving face, since every live performance is an exercise in constant humiliation for everyone involved.<br /><br />If you like your steak with pepper sauce you'll like this band, mushroom sauce – not so much, if you don't like steak then stay home cheese-eater.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-33936885548036506992007-04-02T12:44:00.000+10:002007-04-02T13:05:29.037+10:00Topp Katz Rap Attak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/RhBui7Jq7oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WrvQ5TxYFeI/s1600-h/TK_rapattak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/RhBui7Jq7oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WrvQ5TxYFeI/s400/TK_rapattak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048656728555187842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As we say at Topp Katz Rekorddz, "Try Hard or Die Trying".<br /><br />This is what <span style="font-style: italic;">MC Big Red Werewolf </span>had to say about the release of <span style="font-style: italic;">Topp Katz Rap Attak</span>, "Yeah chicken dog an I an me mate beef doggus be eatin wif flava yo! Gritz n yo! Werd!" <br /><br />You can't argue with that. Well, can you? You can't.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-91926134311712095012007-03-19T19:13:00.000+11:002007-03-19T11:13:28.087+11:00ISH NISH NARY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/Rf3OGT5iYvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JO-noAnxIHc/s1600-h/ishnishnary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/Rf3OGT5iYvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JO-noAnxIHc/s400/ishnishnary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043413765540963058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ish Nish Nary is the pseudonym for Spanish avant-garde performer Elizabethez Smithez.<br /><br />Elizabethez is an intriguing and captivating performer – physically deformed by a childhood bout of spinal meningitis and standing at a height of 214cm, she cultivated her severe stuttering into a vocal trademark that coupled with severe asthma and chronic bronchitis became a most unique style, described by NME as <span style="font-style: italic;">"having the mental age of an 8 year old". </span><br /><br />Elizabethez spent the first 38 years of her life shunned by fellow villagers, who referred to her as <span style="font-style: italic;">el loco ojo mendiga bestia reina todo los sucio tonto</span> (literally, The crazy eyed beast queen of all the filthy idiots). But in 1998, she escaped from her pit and hit the road, "performing" for food along the way.<br /><br />Many have remarked on <span style="font-style: italic;">"its amazing courage"</span>, though it's not so amazing when you discover she can barely see beyond the end of the stage as a result of severe myopia. What is amazing, is that she manages to play the banjo despite missing both thumbs, and can smell any food in a 6 metre radius – despite having a wooden prosthesis where her nose used to be.<br /><br />Ish Nish Nary has been a minor success in English speaking countries that can't understand her puerile lyrics. In 2004 her live act made headlines for the wrong reasons when she had an "episode", described by her agent as <span style="font-style: italic;">"an unfortunate lesson in the dangers of mixing demazin with alcohol". </span><br /><br />Elizabethez returns to the stage this year after overcoming pneumonia, that she caught during a bout of chemotherapy. Elizabethez says the key to success, is <span style="font-style: italic;">"good health, good friends, and whole lot of luck"</span>, none of which she has had any of. She also picks her scabs.<br /><br />Ish Nish Nary is touring in May, supported by Kookie Konstruktor.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1164632292452440562007-02-28T19:01:00.000+11:002007-02-28T19:33:09.587+11:00Jizz<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/Rd6arHcS9TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AMJtwNbciBM/s1600-h/Jizz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034631498969576754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/Rd6arHcS9TI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AMJtwNbciBM/s400/Jizz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Musical. Based on a true story.</span><br /><br />Jack, a 15 year old boy is traumatised when his mother walks in on him at moment of ejaculation. Disgusted and ashamed, he runs away from home, embarking on an insalubrious journey of self-discovery. Jack soon finds himself, working as a Jizzmopper in a seedy porn theater, and unable to achieve orgasm without recreating his scarring experience.<br /><br />If there's one thing to learn from Jizz, it's that there's no place like home,<br />even if your home is crap.<br /><br />Jizz was the last musical written and composed by Jacob Frost before his tragic 1994 suicide. His mother Wendy had this to say about it's release, <em><br />"I don't minded that Jacob popped his lid, his father did too, but I wish he ain't not done it in the car!" </em><em><br /></em><br />Topp Katz is proud to release Jizz for the first time, in a double LP set, with a storyboard centrefold.<br /><em><br /></em>Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-44008126900670943922007-02-13T10:07:00.000+11:002007-02-13T10:30:50.221+11:00The Thin White Lions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/RdD1vncS9SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qramz6WtFns/s1600-h/TK_twl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OgczP5s1S60/RdD1vncS9SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qramz6WtFns/s400/TK_twl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030790982163166498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Thin White Lions are, cutting up your shit, tagging your bathroom, and carrying around your best bottle opener in their pocket. When they walk out the door you're never going to see them again, but don't make a big deal of it, because they're the life of your party – Ride it while it's Shit-Hot.<br /><br />Random tech cut ups, and pride driven beats, much roaring, zebra carcass, no hyenas.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1166714093041313682006-12-22T01:50:00.000+11:002007-02-13T10:18:59.237+11:00Very Topp Katz Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6212/3662/1600/557853/Christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6212/3662/400/137162/Christmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So. I've been told, that the rationale for this album is not "Fun" enough, apparently, "depression doesn't sell rekorddz". So. I'm writing another, and you can choose which you like. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Hollywood version.</span><br /><br />Yay. Yay. Yay. Christmas is here. What would make you physically smile more, than the look of joy on the face of a loved one when they open their present and see the latest<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Topp Katz Rekorddz</span> release? Probably nothing. And then, afterwards, surrounded by piles of unneccessary consumables, you can eat and drink and eat and drink and eat until you throw up. Then go to sleep, and know, <span style="font-weight: bold;">This is happiness</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >For the Realists.</span><br /><br />Apparently, Christmas is not about getting drunk at dinner and fighting with your arsehole Dad who keeps calling you a failure, even though his and your ideas of success are at opposite ends of the spectrum, what would he know about your success, or whether your date did or didn't just (allegedly) smoke heroin in the <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> bathroom.<br /><br />The point is, in the spirit of the season, Topp Katz has got clean, three weeks and counting, and we're releasing music again. And, in the spirit of my continuing therapy, this <span style="font-style: italic;">Very Topp Katz Christmas</span> contains a collection of the songs that punctuated my downward spiral in the 16 days after last Christmas.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Merry Christmas Dad, this one's for you.</span>Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1164171028591145952006-11-22T15:47:00.000+11:002007-02-13T10:19:55.546+11:00Cyclone Larry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/cyclonelarry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/cyclonelarry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Roadie, Cyclone Larry was catapulted into the underground when performing a<br />soundcheck at a recent World Hunger Protest. Primarily, but not exclusively,<br />acknowledged for his howling blues, Larry torments his audiences leaving them both, hungry and hungry for more.<br /><br />Larry only scratched the surface of his possible mainstream audience when he got into a backstage fight with several audience members.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"They kept coming at me, but I did not want to hurt them, so I just tried to poke their eyes out. Unfortunately I missed and only scratched their face. They scared me and I scarred them."</span> Larry told NME in a recent interview recounting the event.<br /><br />Larry enjoys relaxing after his shocking performances with a Banana Split Sundae.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1162988432922651242006-11-08T23:07:00.000+11:002007-03-19T11:18:56.074+11:00Hott Dogz - a Topp Katz compilation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/hottdogz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/hottdogz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To all you Krazy Katz been scratching at our door:<br />Topp Katz Rekorddz is proud to announce the re-issue of our 1998 compilation <span style="font-style: italic;">Hott Dogz.</span> It's a limited edition of just 30,000 pressings, brought to you as the bigg kat in the sky intended, orange vinyl, 78rpm.<br /><br />Containing some gems from the past, some you'll remember, some <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> forgot, you'll be glued next to the gramophone for hours. You'll pretty much wee yourself with excitement - just like I did, not fully, but a bit came out.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1161788073263960642006-10-26T00:43:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:22:29.867+11:00Young Buck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/YOUNGBUCK.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/YOUNGBUCK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When a friend asked us what we thought of the name <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Buck</span> for his new band, it was suggested that internet searches might turn up something <a href="http://www.youngbucks.info/">unexpected.</a><br /><br />However, we also thought it would be a great name for a band of ageing 50+ dads with a sense of irony. So <span style="font-style: italic;">Topp Katz</span> got on it, and gathered some of the greatest receding rockers - that <span style="font-style: italic;">aren't</span> dead, Bob "Fingers" McGee, Keith "2-Tone" Kennedy, Ross "Fletcher" Fletcher, and Frank "Fred" Finlay<span style="font-style: italic;"> - Young Buck</span> was born. You might not like it but your Dad will. Groan-worthy puns, shameless dancing, and very loud shirts are the order of the day.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1160395216387852582006-10-09T21:49:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:23:23.727+11:00Mr & Mrs Average<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/average.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/average.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mr & Mrs Average</span>, are far from average, they are well below it. They met in 1981 at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Canberra summer home for Dwarves, midgets, and other diminutive folk</span>, and, united by their love of music and travel, they married, left the home, and toured relentlessly from 1982-1994 before being spotted by Topp Katz Rekorddz, busking in Ipswich, Queensland. Impressed by their stage presence and post-theatrics, Topp Katz quickly signed them up and to date they have been one our most prolific acts.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1157377103976876212006-09-04T23:31:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:23:46.833+11:00Dober Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/DoberMan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/DoberMan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just when you thought metal vocalists could not become more brutal, Dober Man have raised the bar, and then brought it crashing down on our skulls, before repeatedly raising and lowering the bar, on our skulls, raising, lowering, raising, lowering.<br /><br />Locked in a solid steel cage and surrounded by one of the most technically proficient "progressive death metal" bands in existence, Warren the Dobermann is probably the first dog in history to be an active member of a metal band. Warren barks in perfect time with the music occasionally lashing out and attempting to attack audience members - it's a live show you just can't miss.<br /><br />Topp Katz is proud to bring you their first release - on 12" of course.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1157376116475940152006-09-04T23:21:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:24:14.279+11:00Cot Death<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/cotdeath.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/cotdeath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Despite catchy, well constructed, and hook laden pop songs, <span style="font-style: italic;">Cot Death</span>, have never managed to capture the attention of major labels/radio stations. Singer Darryl Brown has a voice reminiscent of an early <span style="font-style: italic;">Joe Cocker</span>, though it has been suggested lyrics like, "Get the abortion or I'll coathang you myself" and, "I'll bring the wine, you bring the holocaust, let's have a party" may have something to do with <span style="font-style: italic;">Cot Death</span>'s lack of broad market appeal.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1157375259773950672006-09-04T22:57:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:24:44.610+11:00The Specs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/thespecs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/thespecs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Specs</span> are not really a band but more a set of musical parameters applied to various rotating musicians. It's a wonderfully pretentious theory, where constraints force each musician to create music that they otherwise may never have created.<br /><br />While there is a consistency in band, it is the differences that are more pronounced. Rules that allow the members to break from their usual styles, and transend.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Specs</span> were originally the brainchild of Derek Thompson (<span style="font-style: italic;">One hook, two hook</span>) but have been known to contain members from bands such as, <span style="font-style: italic;">Banana Split Syndrome</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">La Spastique</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Jam & Cheese</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Absentism</span>.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1157291389507134102006-09-03T23:43:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:25:15.244+11:00Johan Van Hügel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/johan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/johan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brain damage is no laughing matter, but for <span style="font-style: italic;">Johan Van Hügel</span> it was a cloud laden with silver and other precious metals.<br /><br />After a freak aqua biking accident, former child prodigy Johan can now put his 11 years classical piano training to use - freed from the burden of cognitive thought. Writing intense pop operas, Johan's music is, dynamic, beautiful, and at many times non-sensical. Johan has been gifted an autism that allows him musical insight into the human condition, though, no other kind of insight in the slightest.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1157290442750149842006-09-03T23:19:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:25:43.465+11:00Superbia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/superbia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/superbia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This all-female, all-housewife, all-star barbershop quintet hail from Melbourne suburb Toorak, and while the leafy region is better known for old money than independent music, <span style="font-style: italic;">Superbia</span> are changing perceptions. <span style="font-style: italic;">Superbia</span> formed after meeting in various daytime craft groups in the eastern suburbs – with busy CEO husbands, and children absorbed by exclusive private schools, these mature strong-minded women decided to combine their Master's Degrees and abundant spare time with a common love of song.<br /><br />This melody driven music tells the candid stories of the champagne life, a rich tapestry of, rich tapestries, unrestrained spending, unfounded slander, and a seedy underbelly of sordid affairs and debauchery.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33362518.post-1156563050090951162006-08-26T13:27:00.000+10:002007-02-13T10:33:48.411+11:00La Spastique<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/1600/La-Spastique.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6212/3662/400/La-Spastique.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />La Spastique's charismatic frontman, Daniel Daniel O'Rafferty, is somewhat of an enigma – enigmatic because he has never actually been captured on any of their recordings.<br /><br />Nevertheless, La Spastique have positioned themselves at the forefront of the post-futurist-avante-garde movement. La Spastique fans have been known to travel kilometres in distance to see them play. Whether it be in a small low-end bar, or in a small mid-range pub, La Spastique are guaranteed to put on a show. The Guarantee literally states, that on any given date that La Spastique is billed to perform by an approved representative, agent, manager, or other authorised proxy, that La Spastique will perform a show as defined as, A display; a manifestation: made a show of strength, or, A public exhibition or entertainment. It's is guaranteed that if these terms are not met, the the bearer of a full priced ticket, and receipt of valid proof of purchase, is entitled to a full-price refund or transfer of credit to another show by La spastique of equal or lesser value. Not Valid Sundays or Public Holidays.Topp Katz Rekorddzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05177782147958576371noreply@blogger.com1