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Question: How many fuck heads does it take to ruin your day?

Answer: Apparently more than three (two and a half cause one has a clever-as name) because –

Aa & Rat Vs Possum @ Format = Win.

Dumpling King for dinner = Win.

So much hate on previous posts = Win.

Groovin The Moo roadtrip tomorrow = Win.

Thursday 27/4 = Win.

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In response to: Letter to the Editor…

thanks heaps mate! great review – however I have just made some slight adjustments to the published version.
Cheers
Chris

Mother fucker, I was just being polite, I didn’t actually want you to edit me and my socio-economic judgments! Damn, I feel so oppressed right now…

Ha. Neg, I knew it was coming, Chris is still a guru.

Froth.

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Fuck yeah Lastnightsparty, Coachella, Bronques, Kanon Vodka and organic fucking drugs and alcohol.

Check this shit out HERE now yo.

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Drapht may just be the one act actually doing something of worth in what is really a pretty shit genre right now. With little to no expectations for “The Life of Riley” my thoughts were focused solely on how best to shred the Perth MC for yet another pathetic Australian attempt at ‘hip-hop’, so listening to the record and not cringing with every verse was a big step. Then I actually played it through a few more times and realised it’s quite a catchy & well-produced album.

Renowned for producing hooky favourites like Jimmy Recard in 2008 to platinum single Rapunzel, with The Life of Riley Drapht might have elevated his status from just being the festival circuit regular and producer of catchy backyard bbq hits to a legitimate Aussie Hip-hop powerhouse. The base for this assessment being that a hell of a lot of people will really enjoy this record, and why shouldn’t they?

Opening track Sing It literally (well, figuratively) jumps straight into your head where it’s sure to stay for longer than is really necessary and the top heavy collection continues into Down and then Rapunzel, two tracks that sum up everything that has made Drapht the artist he is now – a classic ‘I can’t do anything but nod my head to this shit’ Drapht beat with an arrangement of articulations that are more intelligently sang then spoken. NO complaints here!

The Eulogy and R.I.P J.R lack creativity as Drapht continues to shamelessly bark up the tree of success that was Jimmy Recard while the multitude of unnecessary Kurt Cobain and Motley Crue shout-outs could probably be toned down a little. I’m sure there’s somebody holding a half empty West End Tin dropping a “yehhhh sick shout out, how good was that bulk Jimmmyyyy beat eyyy, chuck us another tinny yeh Teegan!” to that too though; helping our MC to further transcend those socio-economic bridges other artist have found to be so treacherous. Luckily for Drapht, JB Hi-Fi opened a store at Blakeview so rather than spending that hard-earned welfare cheque on food and shelter for the three kids ‘n one on the way, daddy can make sure he and the lads have mass tunes for next weekend’s barbie at Dave-o’s.

At no point after the first four tracks do I find myself thoroughly enjoying the album but I’m pretty sure I’m developing a sort of muscle memory/nervous twitch-like reflex in my neck from all the nodding that has accompanied it. Air Guitar could be one of the points I do find myself getting close to that thorough enjoyment late in the record. A little less ‘classic Drapht’; Air Guitar is a little bit hip-hop, a little bit rock and a little bit MC from Perth stranded in the Sahara Desert. Unfortunately you have to suffer through the 1:44 waste of time that is Skit to get to the oasis.

Featuring Trials of The Funkoars, The Paul The Dan is more of the same successful monotony as is Murder Murder, while the backing guitar in Take The Party With Us and Good Morning (just in general) leave much to be desired. Fortunately the album closes strongly with On & On, ensuring those nods remain intact from 0:01 to 56:49.

While it is a very intelligent solidification and continuation of the moves Drapht made up the food chain with “Brothers Grimm”, I think I still would’ve rather spent the $20 on a toasted footlong meatball with avocado, a medium soft drink cup and three cookies. Good thing I get these CD’s for free to review huh…

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Hey Chris

Had a bit of spare time between family crap, scoring free tix to Planet Cream 
and fishing at Moonta so got this together for ya. 
there's a bit of low key language and some trashing of low socio-economic areas so if 
you needa cut that gear to like, maintain The Mouth's image then I'm totally on board. 
No need to bring you down cos I'm a hater. hahaha

Steve

THE MOUTH

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Soph really came through for us in the clutch with two free tickets.

We only got there in time to see Skrillex and Deadmau5 but really, who else would I want to see. Absolutely fucking Mental!

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I can’t imagine anything being better than fine food, wine and company for an evening out so I was ecstatic about the way my 21st birthday celebrations went down last Sunday. Now before you get too caught up on the startling (for me anyway) fact that I am now 21 and am quite possibly officially old I must send some cred to AJ for his mouth-watering list of venues that would satisfy my requirements for the night.

Mesa Lunga (Cnr Gouger and Morphett St.) was chosen as the establishment that would host my festivities so the reservations were made and the invitations addressed. Having never eaten at the revered Spanish tapas, pizza and pasta bar I was unaware of the bounty of gifts I was about to receive on arrival (not the presents, although that bounty did come in later too). Round after round of gorgeous tapas and pizza were delivered to our table for all to enjoy as our stunning waitress pottered around filling our empty glasses with cold water and quenching our more substantial thirsts with beverages from the bar.

The wild mushrooms and calamari were two of the highlights of an unforgettable sequence of dishes, although thinking back I can’t actually remember what some of them were, probably eliminating my prior description of them being unforgettable. Meh, they were fucking amazing is what I’m trying to say…

It was a meal fit for kings on a night of celebration and ecstasy. I couldn’t have imagined spending the evening any more majestically. Many, many thanks go to Aj, Dos, Cooter, Met, Willow, Josh, Tony, Adrian, Dars, Gegs, Turner, Pope and Sam for giving me an unforgettable evening.

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