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March 21st, 2005

The Family First Influence Begins.

"Thirty of Australia's longest-term immigration detainees are having their cases reviewed and could be freed because they have converted to Christianity since arriving.

The Federal Government has made the move quietly as it searches for a face-saving way to soften its policy on failed asylum seekers who have been in custody for more than three years, and cannot be repatriated to their countries of origin.

It follows strong lobbying efforts by several Government backbenchers, churches and the powerful Family First party for the Government to relax its refugee policy for Christian converts."

link.

EDIT: This'll be interesting for people. In the Australian on the weekend was a column on racism in Australia's immigration policies. Link proved by ironed_orchid and she quotes a bit of it in the comments.




Saw the Black Keys on Friday night. The Keys come with an impressive live reputation, and that's what tipped me into going to see them. However, my friend L, who lives in Queensland, saw them play the week before and wasn't impressed. She had gone to rock, and got long extended blues like versions of the songs, accordingly. Plus, there were a few other issues with the venue that pissed her off. You can usually trust L's opinion on this kind of thing as she's queen of the music nazis and has fine taste, and I was certainly a bit baffled when I got to the Metro and found a barrier at the front of the floor. No shit. A barrier. The metro isn't what you would call a barrier venue, so D and I spent some time trying to figure out why there was a fucking barrier. It was our theory that the Black Keys had decided that they were a superior band and that, with superior band thinking, comes a barrier. D said, "It's kind of arrogant, really. This better be a good show."

Well, it was a good show, but it wasn't barrier worthy. I didn't feel the urge to leap on stage and, I dunno, rape the band. Of course, the truth of the barrier was that the Black Keys were filming the gig, and the barrier was there to allow the camera men to run around and film them. This presented its own problem to the gig, which was that the band played more to the cameras than to the audience. Of course, when I say band, I mean singer and guitarist, Dan Auerbach, played to the cameras. Since the Black Keys are two guys, drummer Patrick Carney is locked in a huge drum kit for the show, and like most drummers, is kind of uninteresting to watch after fifteen minutes. The reason most drummers are at the back of the stage is because they sit and hit things. It's visually uninteresting.

Which is, really, the problem with the Black Keys. While they put on a good gig, I found them visually uninteresting. I just didn't get anything out of the show that I couldn't have got while listening to the albums. Not that there's a problem with that, I guess.









However, the highlight of the night was the opening act, 67 Special.

Fucking hell, but they're fantastic. Pure geek rock and roll, a band waiting for drugs and girls to come and send them spiralling into rehab centres. Before I went, I wasn't aware of the band, but after, I left with a strong imprint, and a full recommendation for them. There's nothing but energy from the band on stage and it's focused through frontman Ash Santilla. The photos I've got below are picked to show that. I've got some without blur, without the red heat look, but fuck it, that blur and red heat, that's the band pounding across the stage, snapping guitar strings and howling into microphones.





You want to see 67 Special. Once the strong stage impression has worn off, I'm looking for an album or EP or whatever.



Scot Snow, A Few Days Later.

The post about Scot Snow's bullshit has brought a lot of local scene traffic through the blog. For five minutes, it's a talking point.

In case any of you are curious, I've not heard from Snow. It's been all empty on that front. As to what that means, I've no idea. It could be that he's simply going to lie low and wait for it to pass. I'm one guy with a blog, after all, and it'll pass with enough time. Indeed, this can't be the first time Snow has been caught out. I remember him in the late nineties on the Warren Ellis Forum (WEF), spewing the same garbage back then. The only reason his name sticks is because of the Australian connection, but he's still known in the comic industry. Do a search and you'll see people like Andrew Dabb and Steven Grant talking about his self released album.

The thing is, this can pass over. Snow can come back later with smaller lies that skirt his truth and continue in the same way he always has. It shouldn't happen, but lets face it here, it can.

So, if you've got a blog out there and you're connected to the local scene and you're as fucking offended as I am by the existence of Snow's fake reputation, then link the entry. Spread it round. Spread it so that Snow can't walk into a bar in the empty outback parts of Australia without someone backwater, incest spawned bastard coming up to him and saying, "Hey, you're that fucking liar Scot Snow, right? Get the fuck outta my bar."

Also, lastly, the point was raised by Grant Watson (angriest) in the reply section that people were leaving anonymous posts and slagging off Snow. He's right: it lacks class. If you leave a post and you've no livejournal, sign your name. From now on, all nameless posts regarding Scot Snow will be deleted. I understand if you don't want to be public in your hatred for what he has been doing, especially if you know/like him personally, but empty voices have no weight. That's exactly what allowed Snow to keep this shit up for so long.