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:
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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