Here is the end of White Rabbit played at St Clair Rec Centre September 2nd 2006. We are pretty subdued as we were absolutely knackered from the whole set before that... When we get something better we'll put it up. For now enjoy Tom smashing his bass and getting piled on by like 5 guys at the end of the song... CheersBIO! (God who doesn't love a semi-humourous biography, I know I do hence i sat down for like three hours writing it....YAY!)
Here's a band history, the sad thing is, that every bit of it is true...
On a routine outing to the home of Australia's saint to be, Tom met Cameron, who was break dancing on Mary Mackillop's grave. Brought together by their hatred of Tim, they soon found that they shared many common interests such as music, art and public freak-out dares often involving the consumption of various fluids (hey you've got the dirty mind, not us) Trying to start a band, the two realised that Tom didn't own a guitar, nor did Cameron. Luckily Cameron's birthday was just around the corner and Tom stole his bass from his local catholic school as you can see by the engraving on the "piece of crap" below...
After realising that side projects were a lot of fun they created eight over a two year period, each more tragic than the last. This cultimated in them writing art rock which was so ridiculously bad that it put an end to all side projects.
Throughout this period of delusional superstardom, they managed to neglect the stark reality that neither could sing very well, as much as they tried to convince themselves. Nor did they have a drummer although Cameron thought he could fill the role and still does (he can't) Carrying a misplaced air of elitism in their search for a drummer they found it quite difficult to find a professional skilled drummer, hence they hired Jake who didn't actually play drums at the time. Jake and Tom had met prior on a bus on a hot summer's day. It was not the best day for Tom. He had found a homemade kebab under the seat of the bus and preceded to eat it, you must agree, schwing... But to his dismay the lukewarm delicacy had beetroot on it, and honestly who puts beetroot on a kebab besides possibly dirty stinking commies (like Cameron) Jake also disgusted by the beetroot kebab bound together with Tom, realising later that they in fact went to the same school. After drumming with the two for about a week Jake was fired and told to come back when he wasn't absolute horse shit but they let him back about six months later anyway. Meanwhile Tom and Cameron were touring such highs as the Highland Youth Centre of Greystanes playing with a number of lesbian bands and sporting a gothic transvestite for a singer. After the transvestite left due to problems with inter band relations, i.e. she was kinda gross, Tom and Cameron found themselves stagnant. Suddenly they lost fame, and found themselves floating in the lost orgiastic throws of small time celebrity, and still nobody knew who they were, except a bunch of angry lesbians... Sadly in such times of desperation, Tom turned to schoolwork, whilst Cameron sold his body and time at the Rooter. Yes between Red Rooster and St Dominic's progressively lamer workload, there was no time for a drummer less Goober; they needed Jake like that love sac shop in the plaza needs oversized novelty sacks...
The band was reformed as Goober; they got to number 1 in Australia on Myspace and acted like it was a big deal... They got harassed by Captain Planet, quite possibly the most heinous destruction of a classic TV show ever but a bunch of good kids and they realised that Tom, like Dee Dee Ramone could no longer sing and play at the same time. However unlike Dee Dee, Tom never sold his ass for crack, to his knowledge... The search began for a singer, the search began for good songs, and the search began for style...
They found a singer named seann who screams whatever we tell him to, which is always nice. At this point we decided to get good and so on Friday 16th December 2005 we went to Jake's house and did just that although jakes room smelt like old mango ice-cream which was not pleasant for anybody involved...
Over an extremely busy Christmas holidays, the band managed to do absolutely jack all as Seann did not turn up to one practice so the band pretended to be pissed but really they were just impressed with his dedication as none of them had turned up for practice either. They wrote some songs!Continuing their abject reign of stupidity, the band played their first gig on the 25th on February with some pop punk bands (post-hardcore, pfft what the hell is that) Everything went according to plan. Seann jumped off the stage, screaming at a bunch of eyeliner wearing 13 year olds who ran away and kicked and rithed all over the floor in typical lead singer fashion. Jake continued his reign of terror behind the drum kit looking strangely like the good thing from the Gremlins movie, the one before it got fed or watered or whatever the hell happened. Cameron kept things working in solid fashion making sure we actually played the songs, rather humorous in retrospect as he didn't actually know them himself. Tom on the other hand skitzed out jumping all over stage cutting his leg wide open on a nail and throwing his guitar around much to the dismay of the crowd. After sweating a veritable fountain all over the stage and audience and throwing his bass at the crowd after a song he managed to get headbutted in the temple by a 6ft moshing bohemoth named Milky smashing in his temple. He then proceded to finish the set throw up on some of the crowd before rushing out throwing up some more and being taken to hospital in an ambulance later that night. The crowd was consistantly sworn at in only the best school boy manners and the screaming and white noise caused many young teenagers to revel in wide eyed shock. Then came a pop punk band playing Green Day covers... Nice!We're tired of taking all the pictures by ourselves with a timer and then running into the frame. It really removes the professionalism of the shots... Anybody interested in photoing the band or booking a show please leave a comment. We promise something will end up in hospital
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