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Model Punkz (Part 2)
James Freud (swellnet tribute)

[Disclaimer] tbb was a huge fan of his early work & drifted away...
Spred : Suicide Trax (Part 1)
JFRS : Modern Girl + JF & Berlin : Enemy Lines
Beatfish : Out of Control / Drop the Bomb are solid groovers

tbb admittedly went off the boil...not up with James work here...
So thought why not return & give them all a listen...

Moondog : (Postcard to Hawaii-Surf Vid)
JF Solo : (Sail Away) has a super cool Oasis / George Harrison vibe

tbb was flawed by the Punk ethic in these next Trax.
Ironic that he recorded the passing of Punk but then returns to it & dives in deeper!
Until any Punkz wanna tackle these Oz Taboos > James is the Dope as shit Punk.
Social Cancer drummer tbb was endeared as a true punk by fans.
Hard title to accept...
If that's so then tbb is equally claiming James pushes the envelope here.
Feel very shakin' up as tbb wakes up to these core revelations.
Aint nuthin' pretty 'bout these Trax & James wears them like a cheap suit...Salute!
So Yes! Hell yeah...Goldie Punkz Salute Vic's Model Punkz...give these a bash!
Fasten yer Straitjackets fit them concrete boots...meet ya at the Bottom of the Harbour!

Freaky Friday 4 Play...modelled by some punk called James Freud...mind my gap years!

Ghoul's Window from LP / See you in Hell

She's so Weird from LP / The Gates of Hell

Hard Country from LP / See you in Hell

Church is Bleeding from LP / The Gates of Hell

Cool beans TB. Always more to learn / listen to if you want to keep digging. Was a big fan of the models (with and without James) - saw them semi recently down at the BC in Geelong. Didn't disappoint. Also just read the Radio Birdman book by Murray Engleheart. Was a bit of a slog, but definitely piked my interest in tracking down a few of their influences prior to Auspunk. (Many of the usual suspects - Stooges, Velvet Underground, New York Dolls etc.. and more I hadn't heard of). The thing I didn't realise was how wide their influence on Aus artists. Particularly a couple of my favourites growing up - Sunnyboys and Hoodoo Gurus (Brad Shepherd). Here's a gig worth considering if you're on the South Coast NSW. https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1B9mjvic3p/ (sorry non FB crew).

Remembrance Day today. End of WW1
Song isn’t about that war but thanks to all that serve past and present.

seeds wrote:

Remembrance Day today. End of WW1
Song isn’t about that war but thanks to all that serve past and present.
https://youtu.be/aXaczfR_lo0?si=G6ImxDeJpCn96jZI

Agreed seeds,

We should all spare a moment to remember all those who have died in conflict, servicemen and women and civilians.

We have visited Gallipoli, and the battlefields of France and Belgium: the scale of death is simply staggering. Costs notwithstanding , a visit to Gallipoli should be compulsory and schoolkids should be encouraged to go where possible.

A Salty Dog wrote:

seeds wrote:

Remembrance Day today. End of WW1
Song isn’t about that war but thanks to all that serve past and present.
https://youtu.be/aXaczfR_lo0?si=G6ImxDeJpCn96jZI

Agreed seeds,

We should all spare a moment to remember all those who have died in conflict, servicemen and women and civilians.

We have visited Gallipoli, and the battlefields of France and Belgium: the scale of death is simply staggering. Costs notwithstanding , a visit to Gallipoli should be compulsory and schoolkids should be encouraged to go where possible.

SaltyDog. Good on you.

In 1986, us guys in the fried out Kombi were at Gallipoli for 3 days, we all slept on the beach at Anzac Cove.
My grandmother’s brother was killed and buried there. She gave me his personal details prior to me departing as a 21 year old, in the sheer luck chance that if I ever got to Turkey and went to Gallipoli could I have a look.
All us guys were humbled by the place, its overpowering, sad and joyous all in one.
So on one of the days, we all set off to visit all the cemeteries and in a team effort, walk the aisles looking for him.
We found him in Baby 500, we all broke down , maybe because I was a mess and it was infectious.
On return to Oz the following year , I handed my grandmother a photo of the plaque at the grave. She sobbed for year. She later told me her brother faked his age and wanted to go to the war for an adventure. All the best. AW

Great stuff AW.
Grandma must have been so grateful.

epic, AW, meaningful share, cheers.

The line
Franky kicked a mine the day mankind kicked the moon, always gets me.
Humans, so amazing and so stupid!

seeds wrote:

The line
Franky kicked a mine the day mankind kicked the moon, always gets me.
Humans, so amazing and so stupid!

Amazing song. Taken from the real life story of Schumann's brother-in-law and his friends. Apparently the only line that has artistic license is the very next one: "He was going home in June."

AW - thanks for sharing. 'Sad and joyous' indeed.

AlfredWallace wrote:

A Salty Dog wrote:

seeds wrote:

Remembrance Day today. End of WW1
Song isn’t about that war but thanks to all that serve past and present.
https://youtu.be/aXaczfR_lo0?si=G6ImxDeJpCn96jZI

Agreed seeds,

We should all spare a moment to remember all those who have died in conflict, servicemen and women and civilians.

We have visited Gallipoli, and the battlefields of France and Belgium: the scale of death is simply staggering. Costs notwithstanding , a visit to Gallipoli should be compulsory and schoolkids should be encouraged to go where possible.

SaltyDog. Good on you.

In 1986, us guys in the fried out Kombi were at Gallipoli for 3 days, we all slept on the beach at Anzac Cove.
My grandmother’s brother was killed and buried there. She gave me his personal details prior to me departing as a 21 year old, in the sheer luck chance that if I ever got to Turkey and went to Gallipoli could I have a look.
All us guys were humbled by the place, its overpowering, sad and joyous all in one.
So on one of the days, we all set off to visit all the cemeteries and in a team effort, walk the aisles looking for him.
We found him in Baby 500, we all broke down , maybe because I was a mess and it was infectious.
On return to Oz the following year , I handed my grandmother a photo of the plaque at the grave. She sobbed for year. She later told me her brother faked his age and wanted to go to the war for an adventure. All the best. AW

Thanks for that AW.

It is truly an emotional place and as you said, overpowering, sad and joyous.

We were only able to spend one day there, and I must point out the Turkish guides who escorted us around were brilliant, pointing out all the significant sites and what transpired there with a genuine understanding and compassion for what both sides endured. We stood in the trench at The Nek while they described what happened: there was not one dry eye. In 1915 we were the intruders, but in 2011 were welcomed as friends. As you stated, like your Great Uncle, many faked their age and the cemeteries are littered with the graves of 16 year-old boys. I’m told the Turks had boys as young as twelve serving in the army.

And strangely, our stories are similar.

My Great Uncle (paternal grandfather’s brother), was a member of the 14th Batt, D Company: otherwise known as “Jacka’s Mob”. He landed on the beach in the late afternoon of 25th April. One week later he was wounded and returned to Alexandria to recover. He returned to Gallipoli on 1st August and was killed on 8th August in the assault on Chunuk Bair and Hill 971. There is an account of his death on his service record on the National Archive. He must have been a brave man. His body was never recovered: his name along with thousands of others is on the Lone Pine Memorial. He was 25 years old.

My paternal Grandfather served in the 57th Batt and was at Fromelles, Villers Bretonneux and numerous places in between. I met a him few times; he struck me as a grumpy old bugger, but I wasn’t aware of what he had endured. When he returned, he spent most of the rest of his life travelling the east coast of Australia shearing: just him and his dog. There were few people he would spend time with.

My maternal Grandfather served in the 12th Field Ambulance. They would go out into the field, unarmed and bring back the wounded and transport them to hospital. He was later posted to the 3rd Australian General Hospital at Abbeville where he looked after those suffering from War Neuroses. He died before I was born, but my older brother remembers him as a very quiet man, who rarely spoke. They would often sit silently together and feed the chooks.

I have plenty more to tell from our other visits, but that’s enough for now.

I will always hold all those people who served in the highest esteem.

Best wishes, my friend.

A Salty Dog wrote:

AlfredWallace wrote:

A Salty Dog wrote:

seeds wrote:

Remembrance Day today. End of WW1
Song isn’t about that war but thanks to all that serve past and present.
https://youtu.be/aXaczfR_lo0?si=G6ImxDeJpCn96jZI

Agreed seeds,

We should all spare a moment to remember all those who have died in conflict, servicemen and women and civilians.

We have visited Gallipoli, and the battlefields of France and Belgium: the scale of death is simply staggering. Costs notwithstanding , a visit to Gallipoli should be compulsory and schoolkids should be encouraged to go where possible.

SaltyDog. Good on you.

In 1986, us guys in the fried out Kombi were at Gallipoli for 3 days, we all slept on the beach at Anzac Cove.
My grandmother’s brother was killed and buried there. She gave me his personal details prior to me departing as a 21 year old, in the sheer luck chance that if I ever got to Turkey and went to Gallipoli could I have a look.
All us guys were humbled by the place, its overpowering, sad and joyous all in one.
So on one of the days, we all set off to visit all the cemeteries and in a team effort, walk the aisles looking for him.
We found him in Baby 500, we all broke down , maybe because I was a mess and it was infectious.
On return to Oz the following year , I handed my grandmother a photo of the plaque at the grave. She sobbed for year. She later told me her brother faked his age and wanted to go to the war for an adventure. All the best. AW

Thanks for that AW.

It is truly an emotional place and as you said, overpowering, sad and joyous.

We were only able to spend one day there, and I must point out the Turkish guides who escorted us around were brilliant, pointing out all the significant sites and what transpired there with a genuine understanding and compassion for what both sides endured. We stood in the trench at The Nek while they described what happened: there was not one dry eye. In 1915 we were the intruders, but in 2011 were welcomed as friends. As you stated, like your Great Uncle, many faked their age and the cemeteries are littered with the graves of 16 year-old boys. I’m told the Turks had boys as young as twelve serving in the army.

And strangely, our stories are similar.

My Great Uncle (paternal grandfather’s brother), was a member of the 14th Batt, D Company: otherwise known as “Jacka’s Mob”. He landed on the beach in the late afternoon of 25th April. One week later he was wounded and returned to Alexandria to recover. He returned to Gallipoli on 1st August and was killed on 8th August in the assault on Chunuk Bair and Hill 971. There is an account of his death on his service record on the National Archive. He must have been a brave man. His body was never recovered: his name along with thousands of others is on the Lone Pine Memorial. He was 25 years old.

My paternal Grandfather served in the 57th Batt and was at Fromelles, Villers Bretonneux and numerous places in between. I met a him few times; he struck me as a grumpy old bugger, but I wasn’t aware of what he had endured. When he returned, he spent most of the rest of his life travelling the east coast of Australia shearing: just him and his dog. There were few people he would spend time with.

My maternal Grandfather served in the 12th Field Ambulance. They would go out into the field, unarmed and bring back the wounded and transport them to hospital. He was later posted to the 3rd Australian General Hospital at Abbeville where he looked after those suffering from War Neuroses. He died before I was born, but my older brother remembers him as a very quiet man, who rarely spoke. They would often sit silently together and feed the chooks.

I have plenty more to tell from our other visits, but that’s enough for now.

I will always hold all those people who served in the highest esteem.

Best wishes, my friend.

A SaltyDog. Hi mate, beautiful retrospective of your families journey through life.

We also had Turkish taxi drivers who, from memory drove us from Eceabat to Anzac Cove, acted like guides but really in the sense of wanting to tell theirs and our story, once at Anzac Cove they departed.
As I remarked we slept on the beach, we were astounded by how match battle paraphernalia was still in loose sand and soil on the peninsula.
We picked up on the beach, cartridge shells, gun-sights wheels, triggers from rifles and so much more, metallic objects abounded.

We walked many of the old original trenches and slept another two nights in those reinacted and horded up trenches with a foot of pine needles as a warm bed.

The sheer topography and geology of that area, we were fucked (war veterans) from the minute our troops arrived.
Like Lambs to the Slaughter.
I recall I read something when there that we landed in the wrong place under the nose of those death cliffs because some dickhead Pom had thrown an orange float overboard from their British vessel, earmarking where our boats were to beach, problem was it drifted down the coast to the aforementioned cliffs because it wasn’t weighted properly, we were meant to beach a fair way up the peninsula with low topographic rise.
War, nobody wins. All the best. AW

seeds wrote:

Great stuff AW.
Grandma must have been so grateful.

Seeds, Hi mate, she was chuffed, looked at the photo and then lit a dart, smoked all her life and had completely functional lungs, lucky I’d say.

I will indulge a little, every story has a background.
This grandmother from Apollo Bay was one of 13 kids who grew up in one of the harshest climatic condition places in the Victorian mallee region.
In towns like Walpeup, Torrita in the Big Desert area and to the south,Warracknabeal. Very low income, she once exclaimed it felt like they were forever in a drought. Tough conditions bred tough people, they were so resilient and just got by.

This existence left a lot of young men, who were rovers at the time , moving around rural areas with a small kit over there shoulder and a water container and a meek rolled up bed, looking for any paid farm work . Often on the road for months, but use to surprise the family, pop their head in now and then ,off they’d go again.

You can see quite easily understand why so many young men ended their lives at war. They were coming from a very low ‘benchmark in life’.

Thanks to @Icandig, @ASalty Dog,@Stunet, @Basesix for your interest.

Seeds, so true, the lines of that song, phew, they cut you up, particularly around Anzac Day. All the best. AW

Hi AW
Sadly too many men ending it once home. Our defence department and Gov. are nothing but cunts in their so called assistance to veterans in need.

Hey Stu
Never knew that line was artistic license. It’s awesome. It’s the knock out punch of lyrics. Gets me teary.

seeds wrote:

Hi AW
Sadly too many men ending it once home. Our defence department and Gov. are nothing but cunts in their so called assistance to veterans in need.

Seeds. Hi fella. You’re not wrong, our neighbours in Geelong in the 70’s were always paying out on Legacy and other government agencies, nothings changed it seems, all talk, hot air and no action for service men and women, particularly upon immediate return when we know the transitioning phase is one of the most important mental aspects of assimilation.

One moment you are a natural born trained killer, next you’re trying to share a cup cake with your niece or nephew at one of their birthdays. One extreme circumstance to a casual quaint one, it must be hard.

I know of some scientists and army personnel who have worked in Antarctica for a year, returned home to Melbourne and a surprise welcome home gathering to totally flip out and get all abusive to friends and wreck the party.

One friend in particular found it incredibly noisy to be back in civilisation after living in quiet for a year, struggled for ages and just wanted to go straight back down there.

We are all wired differently, thus our care agencies should not have blanket policies with ‘one size fits all ‘. All the best . AW

Oh yeah
It amazes me that we still stick to the one size fits all. From above mentioned to education to rehab
Double down the lack of adaptability to suit individuals but the sheer lack of services. No money available?
Oh well let’s keep not taxing the multi nationals.

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