Too good… Brian Price

photos by wade

Wade’s new pride and joy… If we get this shitbox workin’ you’ll be the first to see the footage.

Been trying to draw more… I’ve seen some simple pattern art lately that I thought was neat… Sunday arvo I tried my version of it… It was looking kinda good… Then I drew dumb arse faces, then thought nah, they could be fishlike, then I just kept on keeping on and fucked it… Bummer

I didnt take any photos of the board finished, but the inside of my house went orange while I was drawing so I took a picture of the sunset outside…

strange day…

Words by Wade:

We probably picked the worst week of the year to go to Forster. Whilst the Gold and Sunny Coasts were firing we sat inside surrounded by 40 knot winds and bucketing rain. We cringed everytime someones phone rang with tales of “you should have been here” and “best evers” (there were ridiculous amouts of these phonecalls). For the first few days our only vices were snow and skate movies and a drinking game we dubbed “the flicktop corner of torture” which involved sitting on the couch and flicking bottletops into cups and bowls thats we had set up in the corner, might not sound too amazing but when you have been sitting inside for a few days, locked in by rainclouds with no waves, your damp and you dont think you can stand any more of Home and Aways’ lame ‘flaming mongrel’ calls or teen love triangles this game will have you screaming and skulling in no time.

But things got better.

Day 4 the heavens seemed to settle down , the whole crew had arrived and there were some fun waves to be had. The remainder of the trip we surfed as much as we could. We had a bunch of fun tow ats’ sessions and some good waves at Tuncurry. Even though the waves werent amazing the boys were still ripping. CJ Hobgood is incredible, Dion was punting and spinning like a cat on acid. Yadin Nicol and Jay Davies always surf good whether its big slabs in West Oz or sectiony junk in Forster and Craig Anderson was his usual super smooth self making even full rotations look effortless. All in all we did what we could, with what we had. The waves werent amazing but some amazing surfing went down.

I waded out with my polariod one day when the boys were doing some whips. Here’s some shots of Yadin Nicol and Jay Davies.

Heres a few more photos.

for the story check out STAB magazine.

Honestly… I cant be bothered writing a run down of what went down… It hurts my brain to recall the day, then to write it in a way that makes sense hurts further… I have a few mental notes -  COLD COUNTRIES BREED METAL – FULL SLEEVES ARE RIFE – BLACK OR NOTHIN’ – EVERYTIME I DIE RULE – THE BOGAN STILL RUNS FREE.

A few frames taken from Episode 1 of CREATIVE DESTRUCTION.

Wades wig made good for stashin liquor.

Doony Swoons with his vodka mug.

Tommy is… Tommy does.

I’ve never understood Fashion… Each to their own.

Double for the devil.

the Self portrait was as common as the black tee.

In flames were on.

Devil Driver were messed up.

metal as anything.

Lamb of God set the place alight.

CREATIVE DESTRUCTION Ep 1 – A DAY OF METAL

As a kid I listened to metal & punk… only metal & punk… Sick of it all, Operation Ivy, Minor Threat, Throwdown, Toe to Toe, Rancid,  Tool, Disturbed,  Black Flag, Kurgan, Down, Dreamkillers, Sabbath, Helmet, Toe to Toe, One Inch Punch, Iggy, Danzig, Fugazi… I still remember the melted tapes on the dash of my dads Kingswood… But somewhere between then and now I got lost in life and became an adult. I forgot about how good power music is for your soul… Crew might laugh at that comment but do yourself a favour, one day when your home alone find some proper metal or punk, turn it up, right up, louder than ever before, sit back and feel that shit… Then tell me your wellbeing isnt adjusted…

Music is the greatest thing the world ever created… It can evoke emotions like nothing else, happiness, sadness, anger, contentment… It can make you dance, run, jump, raise your fists, nod your head, tap your feet… But nothing will make you feel alive like all out power metal…

Maybe im wrong… But I dont really care.

I spend a lot of time editing… In most cases its a matter of trying to make chicken salad out of chicken shit… But when a pile of Kenny’s tapes land on my desk or a harddrive arrives in the post the salad is already made it justs need some dressing…

Here is a collection of his best work… edited by himself.

This is LIFE O’BRIEN.

A few of us ventured to Soundwave over the weekend, to put it simple… it was fucked up … Metal has always had a place in our ears, but its been hard to see quality metal bands live over the years… Soundwave filled in the gaps… Everytime I die, In flames and Devil driver have made us remember how good all out power metal can be for your soul…  Music does a lot for people, can make ya happy, make ya dance but there is no music that can get your blood flowin’ like metal… We shot a heap of video and stills and will have a wrap up of the days proceedings by tomorrow sometime.

WEIRDBRAIN has laid low in the dark regions of Noosa’s National park for many years… He shares his home with fellow flora & fauna and turns a blind eye to the humans that frequent his home… WEIRDBRAIN’s  herbivore diet consists soley of native pineapple from the Pandanus palm which litter the shores of his home…

Over the last couple of years the Pandanus palm has been plagued with a mite, a mite that the humans call Phytoplasma australiense … Scientists claim that they have now eradicated the disease by injecting the limbs with chemicals…

Dubbs begs to differ…His fruit of choice is not the same as it was before humans intervened… His panapples are now bland and smell of human filth… Dubs aint happy

With the depletion of his panapple he now scours inland bush looking for new fodder… In this time he has noticed a trend developing ( not boardshorts over wetsuits )… With the downfall of the Pandanus has come the increase of new comers… Surfers have always been welcome in the bays of the National park and for now he is happy with local longboarders at First Point … But its the ’suits’ and city folk that are moving in like geckos… Dubbs is pissed and looking for the culprits to unleash his fury… these pricks are askin for it… But they’re not the only ones… Jumping the border from the other end of the National park are the frolicking Nudists of A-Bay… Cutting through the park to Hastings street for a latte’ and a catch up well… THEY BEST BE PUTTING THEIR BITS AWAY … These shrivelled up ball swingers can not be doing any good for Dubbs’ environment… or at least the aesthetics of the place.

With ever growing changes and fear of more blow-ins, Dubbs feels he must act now before its too late… With little tact, a growing carnivorous diet and a short fuse WEIRDBRAIN is here to bring back the balance, save his home and eat some motherfuckers…

He knows damn well the sharks will share the blame.

it dont matter what you say… it wasnt dubs.

God went Surfing with the devil is a film about a group of surfers living amongst the ongoing conflict of the Gaza strip.

I think a lot of people do it… Go through duty free… Buy a camera… Take shots out the window of the plane… Here’s some of ours.

Kendall’s goal in life is too find this place…

We appreciate shamelessness… People who just rock out how they want, how they feel… Not the people who beg to differ… People who just dont care what the neighbours think.

In our books no-one sums it up better than Sterling Spencer. RV has spent a fair share of time rollin’ with Sterling and he never ceases to amuse…

Below is a few photos from a trip through South Africa.

… Jordy serenading Sterling…

hope all is well Mr Spencer… Any Centaur sightings?

When in render… skull ya bones.