This is the home of legendary ex-newcastle punk band Slvtgvts aka Slutguts containing the bands history, mp3's lyrics and other stuff found in cupboards and dusty sheds. Slvtgvts, though faded away long ago, is still one of the regions most famous punk bands of the 1990's.

It only took like 2.7 years but theres some audio HERE (Don't panic the other crap is coming..)

If your easily offended don't click the link, go and look at the disney website or something. Theres lot of other bollocks on its way when I have like time to burn to scan pics and turn things into MP3's...until then just use your memory (or better still don't remember..imagination is probably better).

The audio here is our mostly later politically incorrect stuff, if you want the hardcore political stuff you'll have to wait til I can digitize it (we made it all on reel to reel originally). Although theres a few of the old goodies on there. There's not quite the quantity of high quality material floating around as you may find for example from the other bands of the era, as our mummies and daddies didn't give us all thousand dollar video's and DAT tape machines at the time, nor did we have armies of middle class friends with $500 dollar cameras photographing us every time we blinked on a stage made of pallets. What few photos we have as I recall were very cheap affairs..film was expensive to get developed back in the olden days kiddies for a hard drinking punk.. Whilst others were glorifying themselves paying through the nose for digital recordings, we were using magnetic tape.

As Slvtgvts changed members more frequently than the weather in Melbourne, as I add audio I'll try and put the names of who was in the band at the time if I can remember.

Found an interesting review of slvtgvts in an article on Anarcho Punk History:

"Slvtgvts Newcastle Anarcho punk legends - Slutguts was a true legend in Newcastle Australian anarcho punk history. The band brought a new style of politically charged punk rock to a town starved of punk that had anything to do with politics. The band was characterized by the strange proportional juxtaposition of enormous (Big D) and frankly inadequate genitals (Dr Molotov) on the part of the two founding singers . Known for their plucky lyrics and legendary sucess with the ladies...", ok I made some of that up.

Heres my first stab at a small history of the band Slvtgvts, "the most hated by wankers" Newcastle band. It was started by Big D and Dr Molotov (Sean and Andy) cos they were sick of all the punk bands around the region full of middle class kids..oh and duggie who we don't talk about much anymore because we lost him to the dark side of the force..actually now I think about it the first very technically slvtgvts jam was Big D, Duggie and wrong line tim (long story..."wrong line tim..your never gettin in..are you pregnant or are you just fat..will you sit still while I fiddle with your..never finished that one)..then I seem to recall Dr Molotov joined in..thats right..we needed a drummer so we got Zak (his name was Zak, ya better watch ya back..never finished that one either) to stand in (he stood up drumming..ah good days)..we needed a guitarist cos dug had his own band then so we got Paul from Kurri Kurri to stand in for us..last I saw Paul Slvtgvts he was working as an accountant.. quite a transformation, nice to see him though.

Somewhere here we played with the Gossie dudes (ramraid and co.) and had a whoops fun gig at a that little pub in the main street.

I seem to recall a few gigs up at Gloucester where we met good friends and the great tori touching of Dr Molotov most famously occurred..Then I seem to recall one gig at SJ's to say goodbye to our buddies at Humbug Music shop (it was closing) that Duggie came back to sing for as Dr Moltov was off in Victoria by then asking girls if they liked frogs, this was where the band first encountered the advance party of the "Warners Bay Lead Lesbians" as this particular goup of slvtgvts groupies became affectionately known (or unaffectionately depending on how nasty and drunk we were feeling)...then we went through the "iso" phase of the band where we actually had some good musicians for once who could play their instruments properly sorta..ben slvtgvts, james (..they hopped out of the car and I didn't see anything...) oh and Jules who made the mistake of asking us if we liked his covers band when we were very very drunk and we told him the actual truth rather than being nice friends and pretending to like it. We used to rehearse in a garage full of matresses on the wall at Islington, dodging the transvestite prostitutes waylaying us on the way there.

We did a gig at the "Blackbox" at this time which was when the first iraq war broke out and don't say we're not old peace punks, it sorta killed two birds with one stone. See we had a few problems with the cock rockers in town who each year held this thing called "Dog Bite" up at Mate-land for them and their socks stuffed in crotch mates. Me and Molotov owed a few of them a return insult for various female related things, so the week before their big "Dog Bite" we held "Dog Shite" and pasted our posters up really close to theres (oh and we did have stop the war in big letters on the flyers too)..well it worked well and uncooled "Dog Bite" for the year and they lost like $10,000 and the mate-land council canned the whole thing.."people in their 20's just didn't turn up this year" he he. I seem to recall in a monumental lapse of judgement after Paul slvtgvt's new band didn't want to play and we had a lorra time to fill we invited someone up on stage to sing with us..still he did a good job to be fair. But the "cool" people were all shocked..then again sod 'em. Someone who worked there went and dobbed on us like a sneak because people were GASP drinking at the blackbox like we were supposed to run around ourselves and be the alchohol police...

We never really played around Newcastle that much at all really. Newcastle bandies tend to get into band's like football teams. I doubt any of them could name one of the bands songs they know or like. But its theirs mates band (read team) so there there showing "support". You can take the Newcastle out of football, but you can't take the football out of..well you know what I mean.

At Iso it was here we were visited with the wisdom of "Kev the gay hippy" who used to explain to us in great details how he could do everything better in every possible way to us. In the end we got very sick of him and wrote a song called "Kev the gay hippy" (kev, kev, kev the gay hippy watch your arse because he's pretty iffy)..not PC i know but it got rid of him might have the lyrics of a scrap of paper somewhere. In a last desperate action with him standing in our garage trying to tell us how to play with a smug smile on his face we just played it with him standing right there. ..don't think we ever recorded that song..A fair bit of slvtgvts stuff of that time got lost as one or two ratties got into the roof where they where a lot of paper crap was stashed and made a nest. If you've ever had ratties you'll know they love to shred paper and.. well some irreplaceable slvgvts stuff was destroyed...still fitting end really.

The end came for slvtgvts in the great oi/grind battle of whatever year it was, where the feeling threatened just seemed to co-opt band members into their own little sub-cultures in a last desperate attempt to destroy Newcastle's only ever political punk band. Suddenly everyone in Slvtgvts became minor celebrities in opposing subcultures (except of course Big D..no one liked him..of course they wouldn't say it to his face..).

I am told some slvtgvts band members still are minor celebrities..kept close to stave off the resurgence...shows how insecure these guys in the non-political bands really were. Big D saw this as a good opportunity (never really having enjoyed playing gigs anyway..much preferred garages and BBQ's arguing with the vegetarians) so left them all to their own little worlds.

OH YEH POLITICS AND CONTROVERSIES

Some people had a mega sook and various whiny whinges about some of our lyrics being politically incorrect. Apart from the fact that they clearly had no sense of humour, they read too much into them. We wrote songs about what we were feeling at the time and sometimes that was serious chapter and verse anarchism and sometimes it was mysoginist. When women pissed us off we wrote songs that expressed that anger rather than giving them a slap about or treating them badly like a great many passive-aggressive stage screamers from up this way have in our experience. People enjoyed that nastiness because they could relate to it in the 1990's when women tried to be men and men tried to be women in some kind of bizarre cultural twist. On an emotional level they enjoyed it even if it wasn't some great philosophically sound statement. The name Slvtgvts (which I seem to recall insisting was a russian word meaning a "peasant woman" in the thick of people finger pointing he he), was a private joke about Big D's massive gut. It also was a reference to two particular women Big D and Dr Molotov had variously estranged from and could not bear to spit out their bile-filled names in Friday night beer conversation. The V's were meant to symbolize in some type of in-house sanscrit their ever open legs to the world.

The two hate-filled aching ribs were never told their nicknames, nor was it used on them in their presence (which we avoided at all costs anyway), it was a private joke. Talking of females I forgot to mention the females who were our good buddies throughout our terrible mysoginy and hatred of all women.. angie, tabby, mezza, Alicia, Belinda the prostitute (yes she really was one) ,TMT, Sian, super cool Simone, Bec, shemalie, Alisha, She who shall not be named, Leanna (who most of slvtgvts affectionately wished at the time was a bit older), theres more, can't be bothered rattling them all off. I don't seem to recall any of them doing anything but laughing at our silly songs..as in they got the joke and they were actual real girls themselves..now I seem to recall that a song called "up the ..on..a..matress" had some of the lyrics written by one of those real girls comes to think of it.But I'm not listing them all here... so many memories..I know they all loved Big D secretly of course and then Doctor Molotov as a backup in some sort of purely platonic, psychological DP..

Some of our later songs were influenced by a life-long love of both Kevin bloody Wilson and the Mac Lad's Humour. You laugh at their songs because they are so horrible. You don't think about the rightness of the lyrics, you just enjoy being naughty and not having to check every thought you have against a PC checklist. If you wanna get technical both of them are every 'ist and 'ic you can think of, thats why they are funny - they are breaking all the rules of decency. The song "School Girls", which is sort of about getting about in a trench coat and exposing yourself to High school girls (over the age of 16 which is perfectly legal in NSW or 17 if you are in Victoria) is a tribute to them. High school girls are a funny thing for Aussie men, its those school uniforms they seem to remind us of puberty and being a teenager ourselves. Of course in reality there all nitwits, but you will always catch aussie males married or single catching a perv at them when they are in their uniforms. I suppose this song gets into that..anyway this is sounding like liner notes...we were also heavily influenced by the anti-PC comedy magazine Viz from the UK..but thats another story.

KAOS (some crap cartoons from it are HERE)

Then there was our really silly zine which was all politics and other stuff (it sort of ranged skitzophrenically between serious political and really bad taste jokes like a print version of Sybil). It started lots of heated arguements among the rich kid punks in newcastle thats for sure, with real life death threats (the musician cat fight variety - lots of noise and everyone "gonna" but no one can really fight for shit on either side). A real life punk scene soap opera with people giving each other the frownings of their life at various gigs. Graffitti wars, everyone bravely writing things on toilet walls.

Of course we went a bit too far with the humour in Kaos and it had to dissappear from shelves. I have been told by friends of friends of friends that the frowners pride themselves on causing it to stop because of "public opinion". What most people don't know is we got a nasty visit from the cops after somebodies mother rang them up after glancing at it in between her bible for two seconds. You see their are like 100 year old laws about sending things through the post that your grandmother would blush at - we used to send it out free to people in the post being the nice peoples we were. Thats the only reason we stopped producing it at the time, our friends in blue were watching our every move, waiting to pounce the minute we put it back in a shop somewhere.

I did some serious back pedalling with the local constabulary and sort of agreed not to do it again..they were actually pretty decent about it really. Think they knew it was just one person who only had to not read it if she didn't want to.

In the end we also realised that if people weren't going to get the joke just who were we wasting our time paying to print it for anyway. Then again you might remember Mr straight edge Luke? now I thought he would have been our biggest critic (not that we ever considered him to be a rich kid punk..just on the opposite side of the line re: the no beer and all that), but he surprised me a ton of bricks one day saying he liked KAOS..so maybe we just listened to the negativity and should have stuck at it once the 'heat' was off. All very silly really...

Now after all of this you might feel that Slvtgvts is finished..and frankly thats pretty much the case. But I guess as long as theres still unsold dusty stock sitting on shelves (there really is believe it or not in a couple of places in Sydney, it didn't shift then and it double won't shift now) then the spirit lives on.

Some funny stuff from the Urban dictionary:

Heres the link

They knocked the empire down the bastards. We spent many a night drinking here through the sunlight of the next day. Nothing today compares with the watery beer and flat chested strippers at the empire. A real pub with piss soaked into the carpet, blood and fear of a fight in the air. Budget prostitutes upstairs:

Belinda the prostitute used to work right here, so I'm told..

But seriously..rant time..if you live in Australia you will have been subjected to these stupid ad's on every form of media for the last decade. A big empty slogan says "Violence against Women, naughty naughty", thats it problem solved, utopia is here..but look at the crime statistics and you will notice that under the howard regime with this stupid campaign blasted at us blokes non-stop, that violent assaults of every type against women increased proportionally. The bravest greek guy I ever met sat in a theatre once with his girlfriend while we were blasted with this advert in "don't enjoy the movie..feel guilty you penis wielding monsters" version. Immediately after he said "thats crap in a loud voice, its not always cut and dried like that". She agreed with him. For the whole film he got the frowning of his life from all the would be Xena warriors who said precisely nothing to uphold the honour of their all powerful slogan that protected them from the "wild beasts" around them. The main problem (and theres millions of them) with this ad is that it played the blame game instead of accepting that sometimes...note I said sometimes...its not all so cut and dried. If you're a man and you've ever felt anything passionate for the opposite sex (none of these "50 years and never a cross word" care-bears relationships..spose its like that if you marry someone too closely related bloodwise..) then you will have felt like hitting her at some point. If you say you haven't you are a liar. If you are a woman you will have felt the same. Of course "some" men and women do give in and lash out and some don't and thats all the difference. A bit of mutual bashing is quite healthy to any relationship as long as it is mutual and not one person getting more than their fair share of the whacks in.

Then there's women with combative personalities who never quite feel sexually satisfied unless you turn into a drunken wife beater just like daddy. They will play games to push you past the limit of human endurance. A wise man walks away when it gets too hard not too belt her, but then we're not all that wise in matters of the heart. Some women perpetuate the cycle of violence and then the philosophising feminists who've never been married or had a relationship longer than 2 weeks when they were 14, tell us its too hard for them to leave. Yes maybe in the 1940's now we have equal welfare for men and women and laws biased heavily towards women that make it very very easy to just walk out carting the kids, all your hard earned, house and possessions with them. There has to be another reason they don't leave. I won't say they "like it"..of course not..I would never say that..that they "like it" I mean. Never will you hear me say that there are many Australian women of this type who are naturally into sado-maschosim without realising it in themselves. Its so abhorent to them that they usually walk out of one relationship where they are getting thumped right into another one the same.

Now you may completely disagree with me ...and if you are a woman then the steam is starting to come out of your ears..but hopefully you will also now realise that an empty slogan solves nothing. The whole issue is much more complex than that. Personally I've never hit anyone in my life that either didn't hit me first (or was just about to). But I don't feel smug and satisfied when I see this slogan, or wounded in some type of psychological joint-menstruation with woman kind, I feel bloody disgusted that some bolshy badly thought out femino-nazi propaganda is accusing me of domestic violence, rape of corpses and god knows what else, just because I piss standing up. Yes I am a man and yes I feel violent, everytime I see one of these posters.

I think its time we had some equal time for men. A nice TV ad campaign: Violence against men, Australia says no, then a bunch of typical nasty Australian women acting with complete disregard for men's feelings. One scenario could be a woman going in hard for child support payments they don't need while shagging some guy in a ferrari who ends up interfering with the kids when her back is turned off drinking up merry on the child support; end of ad father hanging himself in a cockroach infested bedsit having had everything taken off him. How about one woman egging two blokes on to beat each other senseless over her on a saturday night outside the pub, then her going off home to whoever this week's new Daddy for the kid's is. Let's be fair, violence is violence..

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