Hey Dange here, so we rocked into queens town. Pretty challenging drive for me even with Bob Frizzz upfront as co-pilot. Lots of nuggy hills and blind rises but OMFG the scenery blew us all away. We had no place to stay so we had to fork out on a back packers called Black Sheep. Said Hi to a few tourists we met on the ferry. Set up at Dux live and chunged a munch. The pigs then went back to hostel and spruced up for the gig- meanwhile rackets danced the streets with hippy yanky dooodles !! lol!!
Queenstown kinda feels like a ritzy as Remuara surrounded by mean mountains and a crystal clear lake! It kinda feels like you’re the only Kiwi as everyone working in all the shops and bars are foreign teabags. I could feel a few tears coming on as it got colder (im half Thai and get really emo when its cold EEeeek) but I smanged the double jeans and rocked on down to the gig. We had to DJ as part of the deal. Vince put on a mega-dope playlist and a few groms starting rockin in!!!
We started our set and things going OK and then this dude yelled “What band are you??” we replied,” Beach Pigs” he got up with with all his friends and yelled, “I’ve seen you guys before play No Work!!!” That made me feel like a rockstar so we took it to da nek level and played No Work. Was a pretty cool gig really.
Then Rackets went on and SMAAAASHED it hard!! got all the yanky hippy tourist rocky hardout, as i recall some fuckn Snowboarding grom took his pants off and his geordie shore steez gal friend started miming giving him a gobby during Suren Unka’s DJ set we had to do after Rackets… good work Suren hussled us an extra 150 coin so FAarrrrken yayerrrr!!
kiss and a hug for all of yawll!!!
xoxo Ranger Dange.
Hey that was Dange this is jeremy. i cant be fucked writing anything for queenstown. the only things i can recall are puffer jackets and the agro rugby player who got angus at me for leaving the door of a restaurant open. it was like watching an ape throw its shit. in my opinion if you want a real slice of kiwiana make a trip to auckland and visit the suburb glen innes and watch the locals as they shake feces from their babies in the middle of a children’s playground (something i have personally seen). After queenstown we mished it to louie’s bar. a car full of boy racers drove past and pulled the fingers at me, welcome to Invercargill. you dont realise what an out of it looking fuckwit you are until you visit a place like Invercargill . for the local gummos , indies are about as buzzy as they come. rarer then seeing a midget even. anyway we played a sick show. this blog is starting to feel like a high school english assignment and its doing my head in so im gonna let Dahnu finish it off.
With liquid acid and the “lost boys” behind us in Invers we finally got to Riverton at 3:30am. Magotted azz we all pitched up in a fuckin sick house overlooking the town.
Next day we set up at the venue “Long Room”… fuckin coldest place we’ve played in yet- sack shrivelled up- thankfully defrosted em and got the dried grapes warm.
The Gig was real sweet. We had heaps of groms who had travelled from afar, can garantee tho these trippers had a sick drive with their south island Nuggies packin and the buzz of this mish happening in this lil ol town. So now we’re packin, with a day off for travel and a van blooming with nuggies- the trip to Fox Glacier passed like 5 hours of buzzy az scenery and another 5 hours of “Cowboys and Aliens” + “Captain America”… gay buzz.
This is Dahnu.
chur bou catch u keent soon :)
we got into christchurch and crashed at our friend perrys house. next day we drove into the city and buzzed out over seeing rubble. we saw a house with a white pride flag on the door. a skinhead walked out and gave us a sieg heil. that night we met up with james from the transistors and went to movies to see ‘a beautiful machine’ , the new shihad documentary. id rate this movie 10 out 10 and if you like laughing then this movie will be right up your alley. the best part is when the goateed drummer tells the lead guitarist he should do his hair up in an afro style because it looks cool but the guitarist isn’t keen because he feels uncomfortable having an afro. if it was up to me i would have called this movie “stupid fuckwits”. anyway I’m trying to think of more cool shit that happened in chch. the only thing that really springs to mind is seeing a midget at the skate park. as for playing , i wasn’t stoked. i felt like we fucked up heaps and came off the stage feeling like a walking talking piece of shit. although as the saying goes you are your own worst critic and the crowd response was all good. its a hard life being a white 22 year old indie. the transistors were really good. really “tight” after their american tour. need to chuck a massive shout out to those guys, specially james for letting us stink his place up. and sorry to the flatmate i frightened while they where taking a shower. i was trying to round the boys up to gap it and yelled thru the bathroom door “hurry the fuck up we’re going now”. i thought you were a beach pig. i am sorry.
i was excited to be on my way to dunedin. birthplace of the “dunedin sound” but more importantly birthplace of levi hawkins, creator of the popular catch phrase ‘nek minnit’. it was a long drive and i began to worry for oscars sanity towards the end of the journey. he began talking in different voices. there was Randell the random australian who i didn’t mind so much, but i had no time for Allen the closeted englishman with boundry issues. its all good tho , people think rockstars with mental health issues are cool so hopefully this will give rackets the edge we need to take our shit to the nek level. we rocked up to the dunedin university , talked some shit about dane rumble on the radio and then went and hung out at re:fuel. this has got to be my favorite show of the tour so far. real decent turn out and none of this stuck up auckland semi circle , arms crossed bull shit . cunts were peaking. something quite buzzy about people singing along to your songs. i came away from the show not wanting to chop my own head off, which was good for the ol’ self esteem. oli from the opening band ‘fat children’ (who were fuckin sick btw) put us up in “the attic”. thanks heaps dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now we’re driving to queenstown and I’m getting a boner over the scenery. - Jeremy C. Goatsman
hey wazup folks, hows it going. i gotta bit to catch up and its a bit stressful cause I’m in the van so I’m sorry if this blog gets a bit random , spongebob styles. we rocked into wellington , found the party and set our stuff up. i tried doing that move where u stand behind a barrier and bend your knees slowly so it looks like you’re going down an elevator ,but i fell over onto a coffee table and smashed an ashtray and ruined an aloe vera plant . first impressions much? everyone played a good show and everything was all good until about 3 am when for some reason everyones brains shat themselves. things took a turn for the gummo ,from the chick in the beret who did squats over dans spider man sleeping bag to the man who drew triangles on his face and told me in a satanic voice “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”. i know the matrix was a buzzy movie but thats no excuse to dress like a steam punk and tell me how buzzy energy beams are. the birthday boy was having trouble with his missus and picked up a barrel and threw it across the room donkey kong styles. i didnt get to sleep until 5 am because i kept remembering scenes from the following movies: the hills have eyes, gummo and deliverance. waking up at 7 am for the ferry was hellish.
we set up on the ferry and immediately i could sense some nuggy vibes. cunts were trying to sleep and if they werent doing that they were trying to watch the rugby. within our first song someone had made a complaint about the swearing and reported us to the boat pig. someone wasn’t happy with the lyric “I wanna fuck you till you die of starvation”. much to our relief we where shut down 4 songs into the set . we got into picton had a munch. oscar and dahnu had a krump battle on the street and a old man dacked his nut sack and called the pigs who arrived in 30 secs flat.
anyway we gapped it to mapua, set our gears up and chilled out at andys pad. massive shout outs to andy for being the man and hooking us up a massive feed and letting us stay in your house. we played to seven people , but they where lovin it. anyway the batterys almost dead so to make a long story short we went to bed and woke up and now were driving to chch and nothing cool or funny happened cya . - Jeremy C. Goatsman