Monthly Archives: August 2011

British Heavy Metal and 1970s Rock Around the Block

Dog cult

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As we reached a roundabout, a Ratt emerged Out of the Cellar and ran past us going Round and Round in circles. We ran past it, and just in time, because the Grunginator was hot on our heels, and didn’t waste any time in disposing of the vermilions.

British Heavy Metal in the Late 1980s

We ran through the British quarter, which had become a little run down by the late 1980s, with little new construction to add to those that had emerged in the early 1980s classic period.

There was a scene involving a Cult of Little Angels that had Wildhearts of Thunder worshipping Dogs D’Amour, but as we passed through we heard the Grunginator decimate it.

Return to the 1970s

Dizzy shouted that he knew a short-cut through the 1970s, so we nipped through some Doors to a Moonlight Drive, and after stopping off at the Roadhouse Blues we arrived at Venice Beach.

That was where the Italian Job all began.


Love/Hate are Wasted, and the Target is Revealed

Songs of Love and Hate (Godflesh album)

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The seasick looking guitarist had just started singing that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks when he got knocked over by a gunshot to the stomach, and then we heard a voice say ‘We don’t want no trash in the future.’

Dizzy looked shocked, and whispered that he thought the Grunginator was out of control, as it was only supposed to hunt Trash Metal bands.  He said we’d better get out of there, so we ran down an alley and into a red room.

Meeting Love/Hate Blacked Out in the Red Room 

A band was Blacked out in the Red Room, which had an American decor, and we recognised them as Love/Hate, who were famous for getting Wasted in America.  We tried to warn them about the Grunginator, but couldn’t awaken them.

We saw a shadow looking ominously like the Grunginator approaching the door, so continued running in the other direction, leaving Love/Hate to their fate.

We heard several shots ring out in the room we’d just left as we rushed down the next corridor.

Love/Hated are Wasted in America, as Target Revealed

As we ran down the corridor I glimpsed a billboard poster on the wall, and it drew my attention because Angry was on it.  It said he was making a special guest appearance with Guns N’ Roses at the Whiskey a Go-Go, and it looked like it was supposed to be happening tonight.

I asked Dizzy if he knew anything about it, and after a few seconds’ thought he said: ‘Of course, that’s it, tonight is the night where Angry inspires the LA Metallers, and propels them into the 1990s.  It’s the Guns N’ Roses and Angry concert that the Grunginator is really after.  We’ve got to escape the Grunginator and get Angry to the concert somehow, or it’ll be all over for Trash Metal.’

Grunge Rock Robot will try to Destroy Trash Metal Music

The bench in Viretta Park has become a notable...

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We made it out of the alley, and found some cover in an old redundant building. I blended in well to the grey surroundings, but the others were too colourful to be dull.  As we caught our breath in the net of time, I asked Dizzy what on earth was going on.

No Place for Trash in the Grunge Decade

Dizzy said that while there had been a peaceful transition from trash metal to grunge rock in the real world, in the media world where Kerrang resides, conflict had built up.

As the 1990s wore on, and grunge lost its strength,  a small band of grungementalists wrote their own history of the decade.

They believed and espoused that Kurt Cobain would not have left them if trash metal hadn’t survived into the 1990s and made him miserable.

Of course, in reality Cobain had a lifetime of complex mental health issues, but the grungementalists did not want this to cloud their agenda, and so they focused on only one or two episodes of Kurt’s life.

The Making of Jeremy Grunginator

A shadow appeared at the warehouse entrance, and we readied ourselves for more death-defying excitement, but it turned out to be an old hobo who looked seasick the way he played his guitar.

I asked Dizzy what the grungementalists had to do with our current predicament, and he explained that they had worked through the night supping constant expressos in their coffee houses, until perfecting a Pearl Jam and a Percolator into the Instant Prosecutor Ten.

Dizzy said the IP10 was made Alive and because it had an amazingly Even Flow it was nicknamed Jeremy Grunginator.  It was then sent back to the 1980s to destroy trash metal, in the grungementalist belief that the 1990s would then be a better decade for Cobain and them.

It all made sense now, and no longer like literary nonsense at all.

Faster Pussycat, Dizzy Reed and the Terminator Liven Up 1980s Ker(r)ang

Faster Pussycat playing at Rocklahoma 2007

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The four of us continued into 1980s Kerang, missing Bonzo, but knowing the journey must continue.

Ale Hail the Denim and Leather

The streets were full of people wearing denim and leather, and there was a colourful mixture of the traditional Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Rainbow with the newer Saxon, Iron Maiden and Def Leppard.

We walked down British Festivals Street, frequenting the Reading Rocks and Monsters of Rock bars, before going down Concert Hall Alley to the Marquee, Gardens and Apollo clubs.

Across Town LA

Then we headed further into town, and the LA district.  As afternoon became evening we found ourselves on Sunset Boulevard.  We were getting peckish, so headed over to the Rainbow Bar and Grill, where a promising band called Faster Pussycat were playing.

We’d just polished off some veggie raindogs, when Bonzo rushed in.  It was great to see him.  He said he was settling in well, but remembered something from when he fainted that might be relevant to us.  He got a drink and joined us.

Bonzo said that during the first faint he’d had a vision of war inside the Greenygrey world I’d told him about, but in the second he’d seen a bright new world emerging.

I wondered what it could mean.  I thanked him for his consideration before he said he had to get Back in Black, and left us once again.

Grunge Terminator Shoots Down the Band 

We had just finished discussing Bonzo’s vision, and were wondering why we hadn’t heard more of Faster Pussycat in rock history when a lone grungeman walked in looking like a man from another time and started shooting down the band.

Then he looked around to where we sitting and took aim at us, but just when we thought we had met our Waterloo, Dizzy Reed suddenly fell into the space between us, and starting shooting at the grungeman.

The grungeman was startled, and that gave Dizzy enough time to get us out the back, and we made good our escape.  I couldn’t wait to find out what the hell was going on!

Ghost Dog Bonzo Finds AC/DC Back in Black


For non-AC/DC fans, the house in this blog mixes up the first Kerrang cover, which featured Angus Young, the AC/DC guitarist on; and the Back in Black album, which was the first after the death of Bon Scott, and whose cover was dedicated to the rock n’ roll singer.

There was a time-machine at the entrance to Kerang, and you could choose a decade to enter, starting with the 1980s.  The 1980s looked an exciting time; with the magazine-town being born and developed on a surge of euphoria.  So we entered that.

Kerang Born too Late for Bon Scott

It was an eerie introduction to 1980s Kerang, with a barren region populated by just one gravestone.

It had on it the name: Ronald (Bon) Scott, and said he’d passed away in 1980. The next thing, Bonzo keeled over.

Reviving Bonzo 

We revived Bonzo, and asked what had occurred.  He said that he’d had a rush of deja-vu when he saw the grave; as if his past was contained within.

He’d first felt the urge to dig into it, but had tried fighting it, and then his four legs gave way altogether.

AC/DC Begin the Kerrang Construction

Once Bonzo was steady on its paws we continued towards the first constructions in Kerang.

The first was a big black house with a big mural of Angus Young of AC/DC on the front, and before we knew it, Bonzo was on the ground again.

Bon Scott and Brian Johnson Meeting

A bloke wearing a flat-cap emerged and exclaimed Hell’s Bells.  He rushed Back in Black, before bringing out a bone and jug, and saying to Bonzo: Have a Drink on Me, and this bone.

Somebody shouted out of the house asking what he was doing, and he replied that he had Given the Dog a Bone.  He then asked Bonzo if he could Shake a Leg, and when Bonzo showed he could, we went into the house.

It was really nice in there, and Bonzo got on great with all the other inhabitants.

Goodbye to Bonzo

So much so in fact, that when it came time to move on, they wanted Bonzo to stay, and having recently remembered his upbringing in Melbourne, Bonzo decided that he had found his place.

We were all sad to say farewell to Bonzo, but understood his reasons.

It was the next morning when we left, and as we waved goodbye to Bonzo, the house rocked to the sound of You Shook Me All Night Long.

North Victoria Travel Fantasy is a Blast, You’ll See

Brassey Square, a park in Eaglehawk, Victoria

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North Victoria Doesn’t Slow Ya

We made sizzling progress in the morning
eating up the miles from the day’s dawning
flat out for hours, apart from the sharp bends
by noon we’d reached Kangaroo Flat north ends
but skipped straight through to meet an LA seagull
at California Gully, and flew from there to Eaglehawk
before passing by Terrick Terrick, which could’ve been
named after Terrence Malick we kinda thought.
We climbed Pyramid Hill, before stopping at the Kow Swamp
when we were in desperately in need of  a Wee Wee Rup
and then it was north-west to Kerang
which reminded us of a Heavy Metal magazine
which went by the name of Kerrang.

Railroad Song in the Railway Hotel, Castlemaine Beer in Castlemaine

Statue of a miner at Castlemaine, Victoria

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After the confusing meeting with the passer-by we decided we needed a drink to wash down the bubble and squeak, so we headed up to Castlemaine, and chose the Railway Hotel because it reminded us of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Railroad Song.  We ordered six 4Xs for the 5 of us, because Angry wanted two.

The Code

It was a quiet afternoon, and we were a bit frazzled, so after playing a few songs like Railroad Song on the jukebox we just sat back watching a documentary that was on: The Code.

It certainly wasn’t anything like literary nonsense, with the first episode arguing that there were numbers naturally embedded in nature, such as cicadas waking every thirteen years at the best time to mate with their own species and avoid others.

Humans also used numbers to calculate the best way to construct.

The second episode argued the same for shapes, with bees having worked out over their evolution that hexagonal hives were the strongest shapes and required the least energy.

Humans have also used this in their structures.

Colour Code

If they did a code programme on colours I wonder if green and grey would be a top colour combination.

I got to thinking that because, funnily enough, I saw three greenygrey combinations in the second episode, and in totally different settings:

  • the rocks and grass of the Devil’s Causeway, which had many hexagonal stones
  • a computer simulation of fractal mountains and forest
  • the Munich stadium mixed green seating and grass within the grey stand
Did you also notice how the miner photo above has a greenygrey look. Hopefully, Green and I will be back together one day to qualify as another example.
We didn’t overdo the beer this time by the way, and all left the bar compos mentis!