Our Dads had beards and listened to rock. Our car seats were in V8s or straights, 2 cans and she'll be right mate.
We came up when punk was DKs and Hardons, we drank and we bonged on. Emo was Bob Mould in a three piece, Cosmic Psychos took our virginity.
Then we conquered Australia and Japan, Tasmania, Geelong and the Gong. The universe chucked a bunch of stuff at us and after breakdowns, breakups, fuckups and a death in the family we got up and did a third album. Like a bad dog crossed with a cockroach (or "Bogroach") SOLM refused to rollover and die, and hence the third record is a genius high watermark work that is older, wiser, but hasn't eaten and has been drinking all afternoon.
