Another all-Aussie package of classic rock action form the garages and bowels of the Land Down Under. Enjoy!
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Another episode of Down and Out Down Under is being served up on the barbecue plate for you. Goodness from the back room of the I-94 Bar. All Aussie, all killer.
If it’s real rock action and it has an Aussie accent, it’s probably getting a fair suck of the sauce bottle at this edition of Down & Out Down Under with The Barman from i94bar.com. Episode 3 of the all-Aussie special covers all four corners of the wide brown land where real men drink beer for breakfast and real women serve them Vegemite sandwiches. Dig the garage and punk sounds of the New Christs, the Intercontinental Playboys, the Cheats and Spencer P. Jones.
G’day sheilas and blokes! Here’s another hour of real rock action power coming at you from the land beneath the southern cross (that’d be Ostralia.) The Barman gives you a load of mostly old stuff from the back of the i94bar. The Bamboos, New Race and Dom Mariani mix it with new sounds from the New Christs, Mick Medew & The Rumours (natch!) and The Dolly Rocker Movement.
The GaragePunk Podcast Network’s newest podcast host, the Barman (from the I-94 Bar), brings some all-Australian Real Rock Action to ya in an hour-long six-stringed salutation to his country’s underground music output. From the acid-punk snarl of the Wet Taxis to the driving blues rock of Buffalo and Lobby Loyde’s Coloured Balls, from the Detroit-via-Sydney attack of Radio Birdman to the mind-melting garage skronk of the Ooga Boogas, this is a fair idea of what to expect when your musical kangaroos get loose in the top paddock. More at www.i94bar.com and please note that although this shit is not played on mainstream radio, it’s equally suitable for blokes or sheilas.
