King Shag Column

Rip It Up, Issue 65, 1 December 1982, Page 30

King Shag Column

Well, last month’s awards went down a real treat. My, what results. Chris Knox went on a diet, Mike Corless ’ad a shave, Tony Drumm was extremely rude, Mark Phillips invited me to a party and the rest of the recipients are still out looking. They could ’ave found me at Phillips’ party, if you could call it that. Situated at a Certain Club with a $4 door charge, this entitled you to see two ‘up and coming’ bands and an array of fruit (and nuts). Spandau Bolero were first up and couldn’t ’ave

been anything else but NZ’s answer to all those ’orrible synth bands. But there’s one thing I must ’and to overweight Eric, is that ’e’s always been into it, unlike the try ’ards. These young drunkards used to ’ang around Vulcan Lane and change their trends as often as I change me underpants. Now they sound like the Meemees with a synth. So what else is ’appening over the Chrissy period. Well, Propeller are ’aving a party at Mainstreet (along with about ’alf a dozen others). New Music Management

usually ’ave one as well. To gain admittance to this, you ’ave to dress up like a roadie - or a muso and complain about your ’erpes, or ’ow sore your arms are. These are probably the only ones I shall be invited to, as the breweries ’aven’t quite understood just ’ow they made such a profit on Steinlager this year. New Year’s Eve could go off with a bang (especially in Wanganui) and I’m definitely off to New Plymouth to see various alternate bands from throughout the country and laugh at Chris Knox doing Mark Smith impersonations - see you there. ’ARRY