Airbourne, originally from Warnambool but now Melbourne lads through and through, are currently the very best exponents of Aussie Pub Rock. A genre that sadly gets more respect overseas than it does at home. As evidenced by Nathan’s smart-arse review.
Airbourne tour Europe to huge Full Houses and headline some of their biggest festivals, such as Wacken Open Air where the band have played to over 70 000 adoring rock fans. And its uninformed reviews such as this one from Nathan IN THEIR HOME TOWN that are exactly responsible for their Booking Agent and Manager having the attitude of: “why bother touring and investing in Australia when it’s the only place on earth where we are given no respect??!!” The exact same thing happened to AC/DC when they started out.
Nathan’s criticism of the new album is that it all sounds the same. So what? If you’re onto a good thing, stick to it! Let me remind you of one of my favourite Angus Young quotes from a press conference for the ‘Ballbreaker’ album. A journalist asked “But isn’t it true that AC/DC have been releasing the same album for 20 years?’ To which Angus responded, “Correction. 25.”
Aussie Pub Rock is largely simple meat and potatoes foot-to-the-floor rock n roll. And we love it that way. Nathan writes, “Lyrically, every song has to do with some combination of beer/pubs/hell/the man who turns down rock and how much he sucks.” Correct Nathan, and you are that man that sucks. You should NOT be reviewing this exceptional Aussie Pub Rock album if you don’t understand and enjoy the genre. Just as you should not give me a Justin Bieber record to review, which I understand to other people apparently has some real merit.
Airbourne are from Melbourne. Airbourne are sensational. Airbourne do it tough in this country. Triple J refuses to play them. Even Triple M refuses to really get behind them, which is a complete mystery to me. Airbourne deserve more respect and support, especially from THEIR HOME FUCKING TOWN. But, Nathan has taken the easy route for cheap laughs and hung shit all over this tough rock n roll record. He is a traitor to Melbourne and to rock n roll. I’m very pissed off with Nathan, who should have another listen to track 6 “I’m Going To Hell For This.”
James Young owner and booker of Cherry Bar gives Airbourne’s ‘Breakin’ Outta Hell’ album 4.5 Stars. It is their best recording to date and comes closest to capturing their electrifying live show.
And for all its jaw-dropping brashness ‘Down On You’ is an instant classic that should be applauded, laughed at and rocked out to for eternity.
Airbourne, we love you. Come home. See you at The Trak on Friday 20 January. Those in the know whole-heartedly agree with you, “It’s Never Too Loud For Me”!
Aussie stars, despite personal setbacks, stick to their tried-and-true formula: Big riffs, seedy lyrics
AC/DC ringmaster Brian Johnson may be approaching 70, but that won’t stop him from yowling like a young lech: “Mistress, mistress, all night long/Keep on comin’ hot and strong,” he shouts on “Rock the House,” a bluesy cut from the Aussie power-chord monsters’ latest LP. This is a band that has never so much as detoured from its highway to hell over the past four decades. In 1980, AC/DC built their biggest album ever, Back in Black, with Johnson stepping in after the death of founding frontman Bon Scott. Now they’ve pummeled out another disc that fits right into their discography, even without rhythm guitarist Malcolm Young, who has bowed out due to a debilitating illness.
AC/DC remain hard rock’s masters of déjà vu. With Young’s nephew Stevie Young filling in for him, the arena-rock vets whip out plenty of electrifying fist-pumpers like “Play Ball” and the locomotive-powered “Rock the Blues Away,” while testing their libidos on the seedy stripper ode “Sweet Candy” and stretching their car metaphors accordingly on “Emission Control” – all in four minutes or less. AC/DC may have no interest in ever improving on their core sound, but that also means they’ll never run the risk of ruining it.
EDIT: Replace anything AC DC related with Airbourne stuff and that’s my review done.
Nukalpiaq leader Cup’ig Messilostin collects firewood north-east from his iglu on the baron Yukon Peninsula. Cup’ig knows that if he’s unable to find sufficient fuel for the next few days, he and his family may perish. A severe snowstorm with winds of up to 80 mph is due to touch down from the Yukon-Kuskokwim all the way down to Kuskokwim River, and they’ll need to hunker down until the blizzard passes through.
As Cup’ig places the last piece of firewood into his leather sack — made by his wife, влагалище — he notices a disturbance in the snow, approximately a mile in the distance. Through the fleeting blizzard, Cup’ig spots a man on a horse, galloping towards him with almost supernatural speed.
Cup’ig immediately reaches for his 22. long rifle, unsure if he’ll be able to load and fire the rifle in time, and whether or not the measly 22. will even stop the horsebound madman hurtling towards him. Less than 100 metres away, Cup’ig finally raises his rifle and aims at the man, ready to take him down. Suddenly, the man comes to a complete halt.
Cup’ig lowered his rifle, unsure of what to make of the imposing figure. Suddenly, the traveller reached into a small leather sack and produced a small, cube-shaped object. He quickly tossed it to Cup’ig, who failed to grasp it in his tiny, effeminate hands. As Cup’ig reached down to pick it up, the magical gift-bearing stranger galloped off, again travelling at what seemed like an otherworldly pace.
Cup’ig was bewildered at the encounter, but even moreso at the stranger’s gift. He studied the object, unsure exactly what to make of it. It was an icecube. An icecube? Cup’ig was completely baffled. Why would a stranger ride up to him and impart such a mystifying gift? Cup’ig collected his rifle and firewood, hurrying back to the iglu to inform влагалище of his strange encounter.
Once Cup’ig had returned home and informed влагалище, they sat down in front of fire to marvel at the somewhat unassuming object. “What could it be?” asked влагалище. “Impossible to know” replied Cup’ig, as puzzled and unsure what to do with the strange object as влагалище was. “Wait! I have an idea!” exclaimed Cup’ig, and he excitedly picked up the icecube from the table. “Watch this” he said to влагалище, and promptly threw it into the fire.
“Oh!” влагалище exclaimed, shocked as Cup’ig’s seemingly reckless action. They glanced at each other with looks of both anticipation and concern. Directing their attention to the fire, they fell into a deep silence as they watched the curling flames, waiting for something — anything — to happen. After almost a full minute had passed, both Cup’ig and влагалище heard the extraordinary sound at the same time.
“Oh!” cried влагалище. “Was…was that a–”
Before влагалище could continue, Cup’ig cut her off. “Yes” said Cup’ig blankly. “It was a fart”.
влагалище immediately burst into tears. Cup’ig moved closer to console her, also shocked to the core at the farting ice cube, but aware that влагалище needed him to remain strong. Little did they know, however, the terror had just begun.
Approximately every three minutes, the ice cube produced another offensive, fetid fart. By the sixth fart, both влагалище and Cup’ig were on the floor, gasping for air, locked in a dying embrace. Tragically, by the 12th and final fart, Cup’ig and his beautiful wife влагалище were both dead.
Airbourne – Breakin’ Outta Hell is a mythical farting ice cube that will kill eskimos.
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