YOLO Hands

You can make lots of letters with your hands.
You can make lots of words if you find friends with hands too.
Here are four sets of four hands making the best word of all.
They are our YOLO Hands, and you're going to be seeing a lot of them.

Sneaky Sundays Turns 10

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These boys are looking rather good for 10. In fact, they don't look a day over nine. But yup, last weekend marked the 520th of everybody's favourite Sunday night... and this one was certainly the best of all them.

Sneaky Sundays has entered it's second decade with a brand new layout: the Discoteque AND the Terrace, the latter being the new space that has gotten all the DJ's as excited as... well, ten year olds. So it seemed fitting to start the celebrations outside, where U-GO-B, Dolso, and Miss Annie warmed things up while pizzas and waters were thrown down by the good little soldiers who were preparing to fight hard in the ten hour battle ahead.

And fight those little soldiers did. Except swap the violence for dancing, tears for laughter, and guns for glow sticks and party poppers. At 9pm, everyone thought it time to run from space number 1 to space number 2, where Black Angus spent two hours dropping classic after classic from the past ten years to an especially enthusiastic audience. This was mixed with a bit of old school Sneaky Sound System too, accompanied by Tricky Nick on the saxophone and MC Double D on the mic. Meanwhile, Doom kept the cigarette suckers on the Terrace alive.

Darshan, wonder boy, from Metro Area was the next one to step up. We loved him, and he loved us back. There was a lot of love in the room that night.

Then came some banging techno (and a lot of smoke, from our smoke machine who isn't ten years old, but whom we love anyway) from Black, Dangerous, Jonny Pow, Jimmy 2 Sox, Ajax, and Hoodrat, whilst the troops marched on and on.

And then it was the end of the night, and everyone thought, "Wow, ten years... (reflective moment)... this night is still fucking awesome."

Smokey Robinson once said, "Time flies when you're having fun", and boy did that soul dude know what he was on about. That was the quickest ten hours... I mean ten years, of our lives.

It's beginning to look a lot like summer



So summer really kicked off last weekend with the Fleetwood Mac concert in the Hunter Valley, where everyone and anyone gathered together on a patch of nice green grass on the Hope Estate to listen to a whole load of hits (which spurred a lot of drinking) plus a whole load more non-hits a.k.a. boring country songs (which spurred even heavier drinking). This made for 19,000 rather messed up people, around 200,000 wine spills, hundreds of lost items, dozens of broken cameras, and one amazing video.

Check it out. Our front row video of 'Go Your Own Way'. Featuring a pretty cool guitar solo by Lindsay Buckingham and general confirmation for the above. If you like pink sunsets and drunk girls, then there are photos for you too.

Stay tuned for our summer, happening YOLO style!

Road Trippin' from Brisbane to beyond

Follow the yellow brick road...

After last week's gigs in Adelaide and Perth in which Angus and Dan reached such a state of excitement that Dan punched himself in the mouth and woke up with a split lip and bloody teeth (a closer recount to follow)....we thought this weekend it was time to chill out a little.
Except, on the YOLO road trip, it didn't really work out that way.

It all started in Brisbane on Friday night at The Met, where cage dancers, stage dancers, a camel toe, and a big dragon got our minds thinking outside the 'chilled out and relaxed' box. And by dragon, we mean a really fucking big dragon that swooped down from the ceiling infrequently and totally unexpectedly throughout the night, red laser eyes scanning the freaked-out crowd as it flapped its wings, firing from its open mouth massive jets of cold smoke (Ibefa style) while techno music thumped around it. And someone else with laser eyes spotted Dan's t-shirt from inside her gilded cage all the way across the room, assuming the slogan was her ticket to pounce on an unsuspecting Dan in a dark alleyway. But she'd missed a key word on the t-shirt, that dancer girl. OFF.

Day 2 was the day of really good ideas and feeling happy as a result of those ideas. After patting each other on the back for not staying out too late the night before we piled into the car and started driving to the Gold Coast. On the way Dan had the first good idea, which was to stop in at Wet n' Wild. "Yay!!!!" all the YOLO passengers cried.
A few ten-second thrills and hours of standing in lines later, we got back into the car and soon developed the second good idea of the day, 'ditch the Gold Coast and go to Byron', the best and greatest idea ever. Dan said happily, sucking down a coca-cola slurpie, "today is a good day".

We arrived in Byron, haven of all havens, and were pretty pleased with ourselves for thinking to go there. In true YOLO style, we spent the afternoon and evening eating and drinking. Dinner at the Pacific Dining room, our favourite restaurant, was the third winning idea. It meant we were able to gorge ourselves with manuka coladas, coconut and chili martinis, grilled peppers, kingfish sashimi, roast lamb, and loads of other delicacies before driving up to Coolangatta for the gig at Neverland.

Saturday night at Neverland was, quite surprisingly, the favourite show of the tour. No camel toes or dragons this time, but loads of cool kids dancing in front of messy wall scrawl getting flicked in the head with a rad green laser and enough general vibe for Dan and Angus to deem it suitable to pull out all of their best tunes in a set that saw them having maybe even more fun than the laser-zapped kiddies down in front. Plenty more 'duck sauce' here, as always, and even some duck shaped mouths. Plus some babuhska dolls, curly haired kings, and an evil chick with bleeding eyes. Only at Neverland.

Day 3 was Geelong, but who the hell wants to hear about that. Not us. But they do have an awesome chinese restaurant in that little town. Its called Man Bo. Go there. And Top of the Hill Pizza, where the ham comes a plenty and old tunes flow at the mere cost of a two dollar coin to liven your sunken spirits. We are the champions.

No, we really are.

YOLO!