Hot Tubs Time Machine - Sneaky Meat Boys / Gig Etiquette ft. Our Carlson 7"
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We all know one. Or have been one ourselves! Vegans or vegetarians who have some sneaky salami on the side. My old housemate was vegan except when he went home every Sunday for family dinner, a roast. Oh and he was allowed to eat salami on pizza. It didn’t count. Sneaky Meat Boys chronicles the double life these people force themselves to live.
Sneaky Meat Boys came together super quick. Daniel recorded the music over one night and in January and Marcus’ one and only take was recorded the first time he ever heard the music.
They are launching the double a side 7 inch Oct 12 at Lygon St institution, Donati’s Fine Meats. A butcher known for blasting out Phillip Glass at volumes so loud that they have trouble hearing what it is that customers are after.
Gig Etiquette is a collaboration between Hot Tubs and Our Carlson and sees Marcus and Carlson reflecting on their years of performing and the unwritten rules of engagement within the live music scene. Two notorious spoken word ranters go toe to toe over a scratchy 808 backbeat and fuzz-soaked DX21 tones. Like peas in an odd pod they wax lyrical about crust punks who don’t look after their dogs at the squat show. Or their increasingly convincing way of exclaiming “nice set” to other performers without really meaning it.
Sneaky Meat Boys came together super quick. Daniel recorded the music over one night and in January and Marcus’ one and only take was recorded the first time he ever heard the music.
They are launching the double a side 7 inch Oct 12 at Lygon St institution, Donati’s Fine Meats. A butcher known for blasting out Phillip Glass at volumes so loud that they have trouble hearing what it is that customers are after.
Gig Etiquette is a collaboration between Hot Tubs and Our Carlson and sees Marcus and Carlson reflecting on their years of performing and the unwritten rules of engagement within the live music scene. Two notorious spoken word ranters go toe to toe over a scratchy 808 backbeat and fuzz-soaked DX21 tones. Like peas in an odd pod they wax lyrical about crust punks who don’t look after their dogs at the squat show. Or their increasingly convincing way of exclaiming “nice set” to other performers without really meaning it.