Lets go ahead and make the sweeping observation that all the good looking men in Melbourne have either gone to Europe for Summer or they are hiding at home with their girlfriends, neither is bringing me any joy. So whilst the eye candy has well and truly gone to shit in my favourite city, the Northern hemisphere boys just keep getting better.
Old Man with Beer Gut - Revok

You know that this is my favourite type. Big arms, beer belly, stubble and capable of throwing you over their shoulder and taking you home. Gerard Butler, Jeremy Clarkson, Jason Statham, the list goes on Read More












Tiger Style
Wu Tang gets cancelled.
Wu Tang gets rebooked.
Wu Tang are playing three days after Nas. In Melbourne.
Fuck! Anyone want to convince Biggie to come back from the Dead and play inbetween? That would be top three in three days.
Anyway, I feel it necessary to gloat that I have already seen Wu-Tang, in San Francisco, on the same bill as Rage Against the Machine in 2007. But to be honest I was so drunk after drinking my way through Public Enemy, Blaqstarr, Jean Grae, Cypress Hill, EPMD and whoever else was playing that Wu is a very happy but very blurry memory. And the Seventh Letter exhibition we attended afterwards is pretty much completely unrecallable. But that last weekend in the states was a pretty epic way to wrap a pretty epic holiday in NYC and SF.
But back to Wu, I am looking forward to doing all again. So far GZA, Raekwon, RZA, Ghostface, U-God and Inspectah are confirmed and apparently more are waiting on Visas. If Meth doesn’t make it there is no way it will be as good but Raekwon is a Melbourne first and that will be fucking banging, especially with Ghost. Cuban Links anyone?
More details here, keep checking Mops at Kompound because he seems to know everything way before me.
Also in October this man is in town, for Clash of the Titans which I can’t ever find a flyer that works for but you can check out some details on 12oz Prophet.
*Photo credit to Sanch, taken in Brooklyn at an AWR show where there were waiters running round with trays of canapes and sangria. at a GRAFFITI party. As contrasted to free longnecks at Australian launches complete with underage asshole with plugs giving you free attitude with your cheap shit beer.