The Avenger Boys’ third album is a hard-hitting, inflammatory document exploring racial issues. Race to the Watermelon brings the potent destructiveness of The Man Who Hates Fun to the forefront, while still featuring some dizzying moments of mystery and sensitivity from the Fun Who Hates Man.
Still a fan favourite, Watermelon features songs such as Intruding in my bathroom and Religious Memes Are Very Simple, which have become staples of the Boys’ live set. The album closes with 89 minute CD player destroying epic No Donuts For Black People, I’m Afraid, which renders the CD unplayable in almost all standard players and has yet earned second place in The Wire‘s Top 5 Closing Tracks of All Time listing.
1. Don’t panic about the nation state
2. Handle global entities
3. Intruding in my bathroom
4. The need to have a war on poverty
5. The superiority of the nation-state meme
6. Empty niche
7. Bag a big rhino made of lego
8. Religious memes are very simple
9. Good suicide and cluster bombs
10. This always happens
11. Intruding in my empire (reprise)
12. Donuts for whites only I’m afraid
The Donut Gringo Avenger Boys‘ fifth and most recent album, Harsh and Synchronised, is a superb example of the pop-hop smash-and-grab loungetronica the Boys have become so rightly known for. With a savage blend of rabid experimentation, instrumental and lyrical technique, and unfailing pop sensibility, Harsh and Synchronised deserves to occupy your stereo system until the third and final record from DGAB’s trilogy released through BMI.
Tracks like Featuring Michael Bailey with PRACTICALISM and The Donut Gringo Avenger Boys Fight Each Other To The Death Everywhere All The Time have earned H&S serious radio play across the planet, while album finale A.R.A.F. (presciently predicted by John Peel in his 2002 interview with the Boys) is an awe-inspiring sweep across the musical plateau of the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries. Combined with the Boys’ recent announcement that they will be returning to their roots and playing exclusively in carparks for the foreseeable future, Harsh and Synchronised has quickly become a fan favourite.
1. Featuring Michael Bailey with PRACTICALISM
2. Welcome home, babykillers!
3. The Donut Gringo Avenger Boys Fight Each Other To The Death Everywhere All The Time (featuring Sound of Future)
4. Mute gargles cable 5555555555
5. In the head with a gun
5.05. Everything does that, moron
Featuring Michael Bailey with PRACTICALISM
FEATURING MICHAEL BAILEY WITH PRACTICALISM! HITTING ME IN THE FUCKING HEAD WITH A CHAIR! Yes, I am several types of angry. …tingalingalingalingalingaling… I want to love you! Come here, you horrible man! I will cuddles you! Come here and give me a manly hug, spring-masturbating fool!
In the head with a gun
he’d shoot malcolm fraser
he’d shoot malcolm fraser in the head
he’d shoot malcolm fraser in the head with a gun
with a gun?
a gun, a gun, a rifle, a gun
he’d shoot malcolm fraser in the head with a gun
ah, charlie chaplin.
he’d shoot charlie chaplin
he’d shoot charlie chaplin in the head
he’d shoot charlie chaplin in the head with a gun
with a gun?
a gun, a gun, a rifle, a gun
he’d shoot malcolm fraser in the head with a gun
ah, marlon brando
he’d shoot marlon brando
he’d shoot marlon brando in the head
he’d shoot marlon brando in the the head with a gun
with a gun?
a gun, a gun, a rifle, a gun
he’d shoot marlon brando in the godfather in the head
with a gun
ah, clark gable.
He’d put Clark Gable on the Electric Chair
He’d put Clark Gable on the Electric Chair
He’d put Clark Gable on the Electric Chair
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This interview was recorded in October 1999 and was published in The Wire magazine in March 2000. It covers the formation of the Avenger Boys from the ashes of 90s techno/fighting collective The Donuts, and the recording of their first album, Destination: Brain.
I meet with the Donut Gringo Avenger Boys by the side of a river near sunset. The jungle is creaking and bellowing with a thousand mysterious noises, and we sit on the hull of an upturned canoe. The Fun Who Hates Man aka blind is extremely animated, pushing back his paper bandanna and throwing handfuls of sweat off his forehead into the river. The Man Who Hates Fun aka mute sits quietly, scraping thin strips of hallucinogenic bark from the trunk of a small Yage sapling and laying them to soak in a bowl of cold water. The Boys are leaving tomorrow morning before dawn on a spirit journey up the river, to source and record new material for their upcoming fifth album: Harsh and Synchronised. At fifteen minute intervals they each take a gulp of the yage infused water. This ritual will go on all night, then sometime around midafternoon tomorrow, the madness will start to descend. Typically, a ritual like this can last anywhere between eight days and a fortnight. As blind puts it: ‘More than enough time to record an album.’
I ask the Boys about their origins, as two of the fourteen members of groundbreaking techno/martial arts outfit The Donuts. Blind explains: ‘You see basically The Donuts were a reaction against the simplicity of DJing in the late 80s. When we started up, in 1990, you could get a synthesiser or a pair of turntables to produce 180 beats per minute, easily. What the Donuts did that was quite innovative was to have six guys on turntables, side by side. All producing beats.’
‘Not particularly good beats,’ interjects mute. ‘It was sort of like a sweatshop of techno. One beat gets created, passed down the line, mechanically reproduced. And with the turntables and sound-systems that were around at the time, particularly in Canberra, Australia, it was an unbelievably inefficient and cumbersome way of working.’
As well as having the most wasteful and ineffective sound setup in the southern hemisphere, the Donuts were famed for the eight martial artists who formed a crucial part of the collective. ‘You’d go to a Donuts gig and you’d think, please, jesus, maybe the martial artists will forget to show,’ says mute. ‘But one of the eight would always remember, and then call the other seven.’ The main contribution of the eight martial artists were their unarmed, unprovoked assaults on their surroundings. ‘Some nights they’d hit each other,’ remembers mute, ‘some nights it was the DJs, some nights it was the audience. If we were doing a forest rave, they used to fight trees and rivers.’
It was this high-octane mix of violence and unprofessionalism that contributed to the Donuts’ spectacular downfall in 1997. ‘Yeah, people talk about the end of the Donuts a lot,’ says blind. ‘It’s like, you’re a band for seven years and you get a little bit of public attention. Then there’s a murder within the group, or two or three murders, and suddenly you’re front page news.’ When the sprawling 21 month court case drew to its close and four of the surviving Donuts were given life-sentences, the group was officially disbanded.
From these ashes rose the Donut Gringo Avenger Boys as we know them today. Says mute: ‘From that point, I think blind and I both needed some time out to punch some children in the guts. So we grabbed whatever instruments we could fit in our luggage and headed to Chelyabinsk, in Central Russia. We’d both heard great things about Chelyabinsk.’ And did it live up to their expectations? ‘Hell yes! Chelyabinsk was great. Then we headed west to Magnitogorsk, and that was fantastic, too. And then blind had always wanted to visit Ufa, and it seemed foolish not to drop by when we were so close, and that turned out to be great as well.’
In the end, blind and mute travelled through Central Russia, Kazakhstan and Turkmenistan for two years (1997 – 99). They funded their travel by hiring themselves out as troubadours to political extremists. Says blind: ‘We played some great gigs for Chechnyan rebel organisations, we were really in demand after that. But we both hated – we still hate – playing gigs for groups who claimed to be rebelling, but were actually just bandits or dreamers or idealists. So we made a point of only performing who were willing to kill for what they believed in.’
‘And we made them prove it,’ says mute. ‘We played some amazing gigs that way. When you’ve got a crowd that’s willing to kill their hostages in cold blood just to see you pick up your instruments, you can’t imagine how wild they’ll go when you really start pumping.’
Upon their return to Australia, The Donut Gringo Avenger Boys used the material they’d written and performed over the last two years and forged it into their debut album as a duo: the critically acclaimed Destination: Brain. Lauded as the ‘album to end all albums’, numerous reviewers remarked upon its ability to kill creativity in the listener. ‘There are many albums that take a step forward in terms of style, content or technique. There are very few albums that not only don’t take a step forward, but also hold others back from progressing.’ (The Wire, Sep 1999) I ask the Boys about their feelings on the reaction to Destination: Brain.
‘Well if you’ve had an effect on people,’ says blind. ‘If you’ve affected them through your art, then that’s really all you can aim to do. If the effect has been a negative one – if you’ve created a piece of music that actually damages the brain of the listener and obstructs their ability to exercise their imagination for ever afterwards – then that’s pretty good as well.’
mute and blind are The Man Who Hates Fun and The Fun Who Hates Man
The Avenger Boys are a savage and unpredictable duo of Mute (The Man Who Hates Fun) and blind (The Fun Who Hates Man). Since forming in Canberra, Australia, from the ashes of 14-piece techno/martial arts combo The Donuts in 1999, the Avenger Boys have been pioneering their unique brand of smash-and-grab loungetronica. With five albums, a 3-record deal with a major record label and a string of tours across Central and Northern Asia, the Boys have returned to their roots and will be rocking out ONLY IN CARPARKS for the foreseeable future.
Get more info, read lyrics and download sample tracks from the Avenger Boys’ most recent album Harsh and Synchronised right here!
NEW INTERVIEW WITH DGAB! In the final fortnight of 2007, popular childrens’ author Simon the Zealot conducted an interview with The Man Who Hates Fun and The Fun Who Hates Man to get the lowdown on their recent tour-blitz. Hear it from the Boys themselvezzzzzz…
why haven’t the people heard anything new from you recently? BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN SLAVING LIKE FUCK TOURING A WHOLE BUNCH OF FESTIVALS AROUND THE WORLD
what are some of the festivals at which DGAB have recently played? YOU WOULDNT KNO THEM, THEY WOULDNT HAVE YOUR KIND AT FESTIVALS LIKE THESE
why is that, do you think? BECAUSE YOUR A BUTTON DOWN REPORTER SUIT AND TIE SLIME TWAT AND THESE ARE FESTIVALS FOR FREEDOM FIGHTERS
where has your touring schedule taken you in the last several months? KOREA. MEXICO CITY. RUSSIA. MONGOLIA. INDONESIA. CHILE. THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC. NIGER. MADAGASCAR. IS THAT ENOUGH? DO YOU GRASP THAT WE’VE BEEN BUSY, YOU DUMB BOYGIRL?
is is true that DGAB is about to release a cover recording of Angela Chang’s Beijing Top Ten hit ‘Aurora’? IS WHAT TRUE, FUCKER? CAN YOU PHRASE THAT AS A QUESTION?
it is true, isn’t it, that DGAB has recorded a cover of the mainstream Chinese pop hit ‘Aurora’ by Taiwanese pop singer and actress Angela Chang, adapted for the Gringo Avenger Boys’ unique Factory-Floor Acro-balance-core style, after DGAB saw Chang’s impressive performance of Zhang Yusheng’s “The Day Without ??????” at the Rothernacker Village Festival Singing Contest in Canada in 1998 while The Man Who Hates Fun and The Fun Who Hates Man were negotiating the sale of weapons and communications technology to a terrorist cell working from a Lutheran monastery in the Canadian Rockies? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Few people know that long ago, this land was not ruled by people. Long before the first caveman ever stepped out of his cave, the planet earth was commanded by a mighty race of giant animaloids. Their names have passed into the history books alongside Christopher Columbus, Julius Caesar and Bonnie and Clyde; names such as Diprotodon, Sauropholus, Struthiomimus and Muttaburrasaurus. They were the first life forms, and they straddled the earth from its very birth. They… were the dinosaurs.
image by frosty
The DINOSAUR CONCEPT ALBUM features a series of collaborations between myself and more than 55 musicians from Buenos Aires, Salamanca, Athens, Madrid and Buenos Aires. With this record, I aim to bring back the great love and respect that we all once had for dinosaurs – a proper acknowledgment that the dinosaurs ruled the earth for more than 800 weeks before they were put to death, in one of the most shocking executions that the Great Hangman* has ever carried out. Every track highlights a different dinosaur, exploring facets of the great amphibians that are frequently ignored in more ‘mainstream‘ releases.
More than 30,000 tracks have been produced so far, comprising an astonishing 104 days’ worth of back-to-back dinosaur songs, stored on computers and data-disks spread across 119 square kilometres of Fijian soil. Some of the most iconic tracks have already developed cult followings in Fijian discotheques and churches, while others have been denounced by martial artists spokespersons for disparaging unarmed combat. What follows here is a collection (a sampler, if you will), of the cream of the album – free to download, to guzzle up and absorb into your every ragged pore:
Download blind and friends – Dinosaur Concept Album:
ebb Make it the television. Bring with a cop drama.
nes What country of origin?
ebb The United States.
nes Yes that’s right Ebb, I concur. Their plots and characters are awful bordering on insane but their camerawork
ebb It’s pretty.
nes It’s twenty thousand dollars a minute pretty. I swear the lighting in these cop dramas is so good you could crinkle their shiny foreheads like paper
ebb Now shut up. Here we go. What do you call this?
amp It’s a guy and a girl walking.
ebb Yes but what do you call that?
amp A guy and a girl walking.
ebb Wrong! Not because you’re factually wrong, but because there’s so much more going on you haven’t mentioned.
nes Like they’re in a police station. They’re police officers. Probably detectives because of the suits. They’re on some kind of case, they’re discussing it while they walk.
amp Why is it a police station? It looks like an office.
ebb Yes. It’s probably the same set they use to film lawyer dramas. It’s meant to be a police station right now.
nes It’s portraying a police station.
ebb That’s right.
nes The studio is playing the part of a police station
ebb It’s like the studio is an actor playing the role of the cop shop. But unlike the other actors, the producers haven’t bothered making it look anything like what it’s supposed to be.
nes Yes they have! Look where they’ve walked to – how many office buildings have a forensics lab in them?
ebb Is that a forensics lab?
nes Well it’s a body on a table and a guy picking at him with a scalpel.
amp I don’t know if police stations usually have walk in forensics labs just behind the water cooler.
ebb Well if the detectives need information about a dead body and they need it now-
nes That’s right, this guy with the labcoat and the knife has important information and it can’t wait.
ebb It impacts on the case
amp Okay, the victim was a black market diamond trader.
amp Apparently the grit in the victim’s eyes contains traces of soil which is only found in African diamond mines. He must have been appraising some new stolen diamond to add to his collection, he held it up to the light and blew the dust off – oh! A couple of grains get caught in his eyes. And then he was killed.
nes But this raises as many questions as it solves!
ebb It certainly does. For instance – where is the diamond that this man died for? Why wasn’t it at the scene of the crime?
amp It might have been. We haven’t heard any of the plot, we don’t know what’s going on.
ebb I’m pretty confident that the diamond is out there somewhere – and when they find that diamond, I think they’ve found their killer.
nes Wait, check it out – the boy detective’s had a hunch!
ebb What kind of a hunch?
amp He just asked ‘Was there a set of speakers in the room when Daniel Caine was killed?’
nes And the female detective says ‘I think so, why?’ and he runs out of the room without saying anything.
ebb Where might this be leading?
nes It’s too early to say, Ebb, but I’m confident that these guys can g et to the bottom of this before the killer strikes again.
ebb Well they’d better, because right now the tension in this city’s crackling in the air like electricity, and if Officer Squarejaw and Detective Pinup don’t find the man responsible, I think the whole south quarter might blow.
ebb I’m afraid so.
nes Holy shit? Who’s this?
amp This is the other wing of the investigation.
nes They’re in some kind of technological jungle! Look at all those computer screens!
amp He’s the computer geek.
ebb Which makes her the hot, available younger detective.
nes I’d like to detect her!
ebb Don’t! Behind that bubbly, playful exterior is a serious, dedicated young woman trying to make a difference in the struggle against murderers.
nes Which is only fair, after her daddy was shot by that pimp on the street that time.
ebb Yeah, that was a turning point for young miss girl. Her dad, a dedicated street cop who kept his beat clean for twenty eight years-
nes -and she loved him. She was always Daddy’s little girl –
ebb And she was the apple of his eyes, you better believe it. When a man like that gets shot in the street by a pimp-
nes -a pimp on crack-
ebb -a crackpimp, it’s gonna affect you. Now don’t get me wrong, she’s got a heart of gold, but if four-eyes here tries to make a joke with her about how she can punch his keyboard or whatever, she’s gonna freeze him with those cold eyes-
nes Cut the crap, Lucas! What have you got from the security footage?
amp Something about the jacket the murderer was wearing. Watch, he’s zooming in.
nes The computer is highlighting the seam on the jacket the murderer was wearing. The murderer’s jacket seam is slightly torn! But what can that tell us?
amp Wait for it, he’s got a special program that analyses the image of the jacket seam from the security footage and compares it with other images of other jacket seams.
nes Oh, Seambot, you crafty program! Is there no seam you cannot analyse?
ebb Wait, he’s found a match! What’s this?
amp Footage from the airport. Arrivals off Flight 612, fifty five hours ago.
ebb Five hours before the murder. But wait, look at that jacket – the seam – it cannot be!
nes Yes! Seambot has found a perfect match! 100% correlation between the two seams!
ebb But that means…
amp It’s the same jacket.
ebb But that means…
amp The guy in the airport getting off Flight 612 is the same guy as in the security camera footage from the murder scene.
nes Then they’ve found the murderer!
amp Can I just point out how insane this Seambot program is? We’re talking about a program that looks for a particular configuration of pixels and somehow turns that into a perfect computer model of the seam of someone’s jacket that you saw in shitty security camera resolution, then the program goes through every frame of every piece of surveillance footage from the whole city from the whole last week and finds a match within ten seconds?
nes It’s Seambot.
amp Look, see how when they zoom in on the man’s shoulder and the image gets sharper the closer they go?
amp They zoom around the back of his shoulder. You can’t zoom around things when you’ve got a fixed camera! The security footage can’t see through flesh and bone!
ebb Looks like the computer geek disagrees with you, Amp. Now who should I believe? On the one hand there’s Amp, who knows how to change the background on his desktop. On the other hand, there’s a professional whiz-kid computer prodigy working for the police department in a major city, probably Houston or Atlanta or Ohio State, who can go from security camera footage of a guy in an airport to getting that guy’s passport details, name, address and criminal record in twenty seconds flat.
nes So where’s this guy from?
amp Apparently Flight 612 was from Africa.
ebb Africa. Of course. The home of African diamond mines.
nes If that African diamond came from anywhere, it came from Africa.
ebb Good work, whiz-kid. You helped put together an important piece of the puzzle. But now you stay there and let Detective Young and Husky put that information into action.
silt, dressed in waitress blacks with an apron rolled up in one hand, getting off a bus. Behind her, good angel Ankle and bad angel Thigh advising her-
silt An all my love an all your love were not enough.
I am peering down at work
ankle a mild and well trodden road
thigh Your brain should be thankful for being alive! on an ordinary day. On a day when it will have to make decisions, and leap rapidly to obey its instincts.
silt That is today. It is. Wake up in the morning out of no consciousness, I wake up and there’s no thoughts in my head. I had to think a first thought and everything else followed from that.
ankle Your mind is a cloud
thigh Your clouds scrambled
ankle From the moment of the first thought, your mind is awake. And after that, the thoughts grew quicker and larger and your mind started to swell-
silt Today starts with one good scrambled round of mind clouds slowly expanding in the hollow growing shell of my body
thigh For just a few minutes. For just an hour or maybe two, and then
silt And then I will string my mind along a creature’s
thigh Known as the restaurant.
silt I will start work at the restaurant.
thigh You will direct your will towards
silt I will direct my will and twist my body towards the restaurant.
ankle Look, there it is, shaking and swirling in the sun. It’s 10am. It’s sunshine. It’s carparks cafes traffic lights newsagents real estate agents petrol stations supermarkets sunshine. It’s seventeen tables inside, twelve tables outside, 144 person capacity, Turkish cuisine, coffee machine, licensed bar, two owner-managers, two chefs, two apprentice chef kitchen-hands, eleven waiting staff. It’s your restaurant.
silt I do the Saturday 10am until 5pm shift seating customers, taking their orders, making drinks, carrying food, cleaning tables, tallying up bills, polishing cutlery, setting tables for dinner. For seven hours I string my mind along a creature’s known as the restaurant.
ankle The restaurant is an entirely stationary animal, like a predatory plant or a fungus. It cannot obtain sustenance by tracking and chasing its prey, so it must attract prey to it.
thigh the restaurant pulses in a patch behind the motor registry and the TAB
gnawed by rats, hemmed in by other restaurants
but reaching its tables out as far as it can
silt For seven hours my purposes are the restaurant’s purposes. What it needs, I must attempt to supply.
thigh The restaurant fears customers
even as it needs to feed from them.
it sends out drones to keep its prey at bay
to catch them in a table and cling to them there
quietly exciting the pollen from them
ankle Potential customers can be identified in three ways. 1. They approach the waitress and ask to be seated. 2. They seat themselves. 3. They stop outside the restaurant and look at the menu.
silt 1 & 2 – go to procedure F.E.F. 3. When a person or a group of people stop outside the restaurant and look at the menu, I approach and ask if they’d like a table. If no, return to zero. If yes, seat them and go to procedure F.E.F.
ankle Procedure F.E.F. Bring customers a bottle of water, glasses and food menus. Ask them if they want any drinks to begin with. If yes, take their drinks order.
thigh You will see creatures like your bosses whose minds are now only the restaurant’s. Their success is so aligned with the success of the restaurant that they no longer have independent wills. Their thoughts and actions are all directed towrads sating the restaurant’s hunger.
silt And today I am Chief Drone!
ankle You are the restaurant’s physical, human representative! You are the link between the abstract food described on the menus and the actual Turkish meals created by the Saturday morning chef!
thigh the restaurant spurts out certain drugs
that loosen customers’ wallets
draws them slowly down to its
gaping cash register tendril
silt Make drinks. Coffee machine. Hot water dripped through a tight fist of powdered coffee beans. A little nozzle that sprays steam into a jug of milk. Soft drinks. A small hose with buttons on the end that feed through cola and lemonade mixed from satchels of flavoured syrup. Bottles of wine opened conspicuously at the table-
silt Here you are, sir, the New Eden ’01?
ankle Thank you very much.
silt Tiny knife on the corkscrew run around the head of the bottle, take off plastic wrap. Fold out corkscrew screw. Dig as deep as you can as straight as you can as hard as you can into the guts of the cork.
thigh The restaurant crouches silently behind you as you pull open the wine and the table of prey silent watches you try to pull the face off the wine’s skull
ankle Initial minutes are uncertain getting uniform on, putting phone away, cup of coffee, set out tables and umbrellas, drink menus on tables, check bookings sheet for lunch, and then by the time the first customers arrive you are in the correct mental state. Every instinct and thought process is aware that success for the restaurant means success for you:
thigh What the restaurant wants you will do your best to provide it.
silt What it wants is what it will get
I the drone am well fed on Turkish coffee and torn scraps of Turkish bread with butter
I will crack instantly from job to job
thigh Your mind will stray.
silt My mind will stray. It will lurch around in circles.
It will collapse in the same puddles over and over.
But it will keep turning back to the source
the few deep springs of my mind’s s interest
ankle Your life outside the restaurant-
thigh Your successes outside the restaurant.
ankle It’s fine to fantasise about your other life. Fantasies like that keep parts of your mind distracted that should be distracted, the parts of your mind that do not help the restaurant, those parts fantasising tucked safely out of the way. The rest of your mind, the whole of your body, ready to capture and caress the plastic strips and metal disks with numbers on them, ease them politely sweetly out of the customers’ wallet-
silt So I will shrug and my body
will shrug itself – it will be no effort to turn its every shake
into a job completed, a jump for the restaurant.
ankle No matter how many customers land in the waiting grip of the restaurant’s chairs, you can handle all of them! Their plastic strips and metal disks are the sweet sunlight the restaurant drinks down and you love them!
silt I do not fear sunny days.
I like the victims of my restaurant’s trap.
I operate the machinery that is the restaurant.
I can make every button on that great beast’s body
SEE the epic battle for freedom and equality for the students of Fluoro High!
FEEL the passion of the revolutionaries that dared to stand up to the System!
HEAR the powerful hip-hop and rock that shook Fluoro High to its very core!
BE the director and cast that dared to bring this one of a kind story to the stage!
In the corridors and classrooms of Fluoro High, the student mafia known as the Coalition rules Year 9 with an iron fist. The only law is Complete Obedience, and the only sentence is Total Destruction.
When Sarah Baker arrives at Fluoro High, she’s looking forward to fitting in and making new friends. Instead, she discovers that Year 9 at Fluoro High is a police state run by the all-seeing Coalition. When she accidentally runs afoul of the Coalition’s tame history/hiphop teacher, Sarah is targeted by the mob and forced into a corner. With a desperate band of outsiders, Sarah has no choice but to take a stand against the system. But if she wants to take on the Coalition, Sarah Baker had better be prepared to dance – dance until she’s the last woman standing.
written by the Frozen Shape Collective (Nick McCorriston, David Finnigan, David Shaw)
produced by Opiate Productions , C-Block Theatre, Canberra, November 2002
It is 1953. In the ruins of an old prison camp deep in the Siberian snows is hidden Soviet Union’s most secret Laboratory. A Kabbalic scientist is able to predict the future of world politics by reading the patterns that appear in the board-game of Go. The players are grown from the captured sperm of Russia’s greatest enemy – sperm stolen from the wives of Adolf Hitler!
Our process for this script was to bring four different short stories, and over a four week production period, try to combine them together into one piece. The difficulties of cramming the characters of one story into the plot of a completely different tale forced us to make connections and develop ideas in ways that we weren’t expecting. Our source stories were:
Brian W. Aldiss – Swastika! Greg Egan – Axiomatic Anton Chekhov – Death of a Clerk Jeff Noon – Homo Kareoke Ted Chiang – 72 Letters Tibor Fischer – A Portrait of the Artist as a Flaming Deathmonger
Muttley played Alexei Stagger, dedicated OGPU officer, who was transformed by the wicked powers of Dr John Genius into a shambling obedient zombie.
Kim Gorter as Lucky and Jack Lloyd as Hitler in Chosei: Eternal Life (photo from the Canberra Times)
Canberra Times, November 2nd, 2002, by Alanna Maclean
It’s not quite clear where Opiate Productions is headed at the moment, but the company’s current offerings do have a kind of earnest lunatic charm.
Chosei: Eternal Life is in some kind of post-Poe territory. There’s lots of cheerful horror, with a mad 1950’s B-movie Russian scientist making duplicates of Adolf Hitler and his lover (and niece) Geli Raubel so that they can predict the future by playing Go.
This piece achieves a certain success because it properly takes itself seriously. Although I’m not sure where it goes in the end, it is interesting getting there via bathtubs and injections and the cold Russian winter snow outside.
In 2006, we tried to get banned from the National Multicultural Fringe Festival by presenting four episodes of The Adventures of Boy President. Shown over four nights of the Fringe (Feb 10-18 2006), each episode was a half-hour highlight from the first series of the (sadly fictional) hit TV series about the first ever boy to become president of the United States of America.
Described by its writer/director (me) as “gritty, raw and stylish” and “a disturbing and high-impact expose of US politics”, Boy President was described by everyone else as “trash” and “violent, rambling idiocy”.
heroes, aren’t we all? image by frosty
Boy President Pilot Episode
The USA has been hit by a major political crisis, just as Boy President’s immune system is infiltrated by the deadly Anthrax virus! Can the Imperial Chaos Marines shoot the germs out of Boy President’s body with the death ray in time for him to save the nation?
Download Boy President 1: Pilot Episode.doc
The Movie of Boy President
Rogue director Ricochet Jensen is filming a movie about Boy President’s rise to power, featuring the charismatic Richie Rich in the starring role. But will Jensen’s movie faithfully depict the famous debate between Boy President and the Two-Headed Arab?
Download Boy President 2: The Movie of Boy President.doc
Boy President and the Magical Pimp
While walking amongst his people disguised as a commoner, Boy President encounters the charismatic Magical Pimp, and for the first time experiences the act of sexual love.
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Boy President saves Christmas
A clip show! Featuring highlights from the season, and live DVD commentary from the show’s original director and the actor who played the original Boy President.
Writer / director: David Finnigan Producer / King of Boy President: Nick McCorriston
Boy President: Chris Finnigan Cardinal Usurper: Joel Barcham Standard Bearer for the Imperial Chaos Marines: David Shaw Trumpeter for the Imperial Chaos Marines: Michael Bailey The Voice of Reason: Alison McGregor
featured in Boy President Pilot Episode Boy President’s Immune System: Max Barker The Anthrax Virus: Pat Gordon
featured in The Movie of Boy President Ricochet Jensen: Robbie Matthews Richie Rich: Sam Burns-Warr The Two-Headed Arab: Jarrod Emmanuel
featured in Boy President and the Magical Pimp The Magical Pimp: Hanna Cormick Rusty Centre: Chris Lloyd Shock-rock band: Cameron Thomas, Nick McCorriston
featured in Boy President saves Christmas Former Boy President star Jack Lloyd: Jack Lloyd Former Boy President director Hadley: Hadley